Two

Somewhere in the Caribbean Sea, the Black Pearl sailed without a heading through the clear, starry night. Barbossa was at the helm as temporary captain. The crew sat on deck in their own places away from each other. Even Pintel and Ragetti were not near each other. They could only think and recall the events that took place earlier. Light only came from Jack's cabin.

Jack, Gibbs, Elizabeth, Wills, and Bill sat in Jack's quarters around Will's body that rested gently on the cot. No one spoke. The only sound was that of soft crying and sniffling. Wills wiped his eyes and nose. He glanced at his father again. Whimpering, he turned back into his grandfather's chest and cried more. Bill stroked his hair as he tightened his hold around him. He rested his cheek against Wills's head. His eyes once again fell upon his son.

Will lie on the cot as though sleeping gently. His hands were at his side above the blanket that covered him to his chest. He was stripped to his breeches and tunic. His dark curls were freed from the bandana. His face was gentle and calm, glad to be free from the duty. There was something about him that made him look heavenly. The candles made his face glow orange, giving him a soft appearance. Biting his lip, Bill turned away.

"It's all right luv. Hush. Shh, he's fine now and said pirate won't let anything happen to you," whispered Jack to Elizabeth who cried in his arms. Jack accepted her pain and held her closer.

"No. My little one will never be free. His soul is forever going to roam the sea in World's End, doomed to have to find his own way. Beckett will never ferry his soul," said Bill hopeless.

"What did you say?" wondered Wills as he slowly pushed away.

"I said your father's soul is never going to be free. He'll be lost in the endless sea forever," repeated Bill. Tears finally fell from his eyes as he rubbed his son's cheek with the back of his fingers. After a moment, he buried his face in his palms, hopelessly sobbing. Gibbs set a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Uncle Jack, where are the navigational charts that you received from Sao Feng?" asked Wills with unusual curiosity.

"With the other ones in the cabinet next to the window in me cabin. Right side," replied Jack, not bothering to let go of Elizabeth.

Wills rushed out then immediately returned to the room. He spread the charts onto a table and brought a candle over. Jack watched in curiosity as Wills moved a certain ring one way and held the other, then switched. Moments later, his index finger pointed to the words he mouthed. He looked at Jack.

"I need to look at you compass," he said.

"It doesn't point north little whelp," reminded Jack.

"I don't want north," Wills told him with a hopeful smile.

Seeing the hope in his eyes, Jack released Elizabeth. As he went to Wills he pulled his compass from his sash. Handing it to Wills he peeked at the charts. "It doesn't point in that world," he said.

"I want a way to get there," Wills told him, watching the compass needle spin. His mouth widened into a smile as his eyes expressed more hope. He looked at Jack. "I have a way to get there," he said.

Jack leaned over not believing him. Even his eyes widened seeing the needle holding steady. He had the teenager's plan figured. "Mr. Gibbs, we have our heading," he announced.

"Jack, where?" wondered Gibbs not seeing what Jack and Wills saw.

"To World's End mate…again," replied Jack. He looked at Elizabeth who had finally taken her eyes from Will. "You made the journey once and survived. We can do it again."

Realization dawning, Elizabeth's tears of mourning became tears of joy. She rushed to her son's side to hold him tightly. "Wills, you're brilliant," she told him.

"I don't understand," said Bill.

"His soul is in World's End. As you said, Beckett will never ferry a single soul because he only wishes to add more souls. Will is going to be waiting for us mate," said Jack.

"How?" wondered Bill, not understanding. "That journey will take months. Will's body won't last that long. We don't even have his heart."

Jack raised a finger, "That is what you are wrong about," he told him walking backwards. He went into a small corner between the wall and a shelf, knelt, and began throwing papers and maps from it. Moments later, he crawled back out dragging a small chest along with him. Everyone watched in curiosity as he took a key from his pocket, set it on the chest, and pointed at the chest.

"His body and heart are here. Two out of the three and the third is the most important. Last time you went there, the ship was destroyed. There won't be a ship waiting for us. We simply cannot do this. We don't have the time. I just want to bury my son and so I know there is no more that I can do," said Bill.

Wills smacked him across the head hoping to knock sense into him. "We have the time, we can do this, and this is the one more thing we can do," he told him.

"Wills I know you lost your father, but this going too far," said Bill.

"Then I'll go myself," said Wills.

"You will have help Wills Turnah."

All heads turned to the window. The sea goddess, Calypso, stood before them in the human form that they once knew as Tia Dalma. Jack's face went pale as he hid behind Gibbs. Coming into the light more, Wills saw her complexion. She was everything he was always told: mysterious, powerful, frightening, and, in an odd sort of way, beautiful. At the moment she did look beautiful as she gently traced Will's jaw with her finger. She turned to Wills.

"Tia Dalma…sorry…Calypso," began Wills.

"Eider name be okay," said Calypso with a smile.

"What do you mean when you say I'll have help," wondered Wills.

"Da currents of da seas be changing at dis moment, taking da Black Pearl to World's End. Not'ing be in da way. Da Pearl and her crew be having safe passage. Willyum Turnah's heart and body remain as it be now. Him heart cannot return to him body until him soul can as well," explained Calypso.

"You're helping us save my son?" asked Bill. Calypso nodded. Bill smiled. "Thank you."

Calypso turned to Wills and studied him closely. As she went to him she spoke. "You be more like your fada dan you t'ink Wills Turnah. Your fada may be saved, but you two not have many years togethah. A price must be paid in da end." Looking into his curious eyes, she added with her palm against his chest, "Dis heart be as precious and important as its fada's was near seventeen years ago." Without another word, she disappeared into the darkness.

"That was odd," noted Wills.

"She is quite odd isn't she?" agreed Gibbs.

"Mr. Gibbs at the helm. William, give him our heading if you will," ordered Jack.

Wills nodded as he pushed Gibbs out the room.

Elizabeth sat beside Will no longer crying hopelessly. She took his hand. "He's going to be all right now," she whispered.

"I know," said Bill as he tucked loose curls behind Will's ear. He caressed his son's forehead. Perhaps it was a good thing that Beckett only wanted to add more souls.


The air was cold, too cold. White covered the landscape. Sharp crystal formations came from the water and towered above them. A mist covered the setting sun giving the land an eerie feeling. Wills looked over the rail as the Pearl sailed past more white patches in the water. The ship and everyone were covered in white and shook uncontrollably. Wills squeezed his teeth together to keep them from chattering. That only made his head tremble more. He couldn't stop shaking. The white things on his clothes and skin were so cold and wet. To top it off, white fluffy things that resembled cotton fell from the gloomy sky. He caught one in his hand. It became water. He looked up. More fell onto his face. He quickly removed them. Trying to get warmer, he brought his knees to his chest. His body continued to shake. He was so cold he could no longer see his trembling breaths. He felt he would never feel warm again. Nothing helped.

"Mr. Turner, why are you crying?" asked Blackheart as he knelt in front of him.

Before he could talk, Wills coughed harshly. His severe coughing fit caused many to look at him. His whole body jolted with each cough. More tears rolled down his freezing face. He looked into Blackheart's pale, storm blue eyes.

"I'm so cold," he finally told him.

Blackheart nodded. "Me too," he said.

Elizabeth came over and sat beside her son. She watched her son shake worse than anyone else. His face and fingers looked frost bit. His entire body was ashen, but his dark blue lips.

"Mum, what is all of this?" Wills asked.

"This is called snow," said Elizabeth as she caught a flurry in her hand. She pointed to the water as they sailed past. "That is ice." Lastly she pointed to the crystals coming from the water. "Those are a mixture of ice and snow. They're called glaciers."

Wills nodded. His teeth chattered worse than before. He couldn't stop. Elizabeth pulled him against her body. Despite everything, Wills's pulse was rather weak and slow. She felt him lean against her more.

"Josh, come here," called Elizabeth.

"What is it?" asked Gibbs.

"It's Wills," replied Elizabeth. "He's never been out of the Caribbean sun before. When he was a child being caught in a simple rainstorm would chill him terribly."

Gibbs touched his face and took his pulse. "We need to find this boy warmth and soon. He's going to freeze to death if we don't."

"We knew we were coming back and didn't bring extra blankets," said Pintel as he came to see what was wrong.

"I knew we forgot something," said Ragetti.

"I'm so tired," whispered Wills.

Gibbs shook his shoulder. "No lad, you need to stay awake. This is common for victims of the cold. They're tired and want to sleep so they do. Usually they don't wake up, which could be you because you've already gotten worse," he said. He turned rushed to Jack who stood at the bow.

Jack whipped around and faced Wills with wide, frightened eyes. Wills's eyes locked with his for a moment. Jack sprinted below deck.

Wills looked to the horizon, as everything darkened. The sun was gone. What little warmth it provided could no longer warm him. Surrendering, he allowed his eyes to close.

When Wills did finally open his eyes again, he was looking at his grandfather's smiling, fire lit face.

"Welcome back," greeted Bill.

"How long?" wondered Wills.

"About a day," replied Bill pulling the coat tighter around Wills. "You know if it wasn't for Jack having given up his three blankets and coats, we would probably be looking for your soul too."

"Daddy," whispered Wills. "How is he?"

"He's just fine. Your mother is with him now," replied Bill.

"Where am I?" asked Wills.

"Jack's cabin. I've been holding you since they brought you in here," said Bill.

"You don't look cold," noted Wills.

"I'm not. I feel normal actually," admitted Bill. Wills looked at him with jealous, very confused eyes. "I'm still part of the Dutchman's crew. My senses and feelings are not as strong seeing as I am part dead."

"Shouldn't you be on the ship then?" wondered Wills.

"Aye, but Beckett doesn't know that," Bill told him with a sly smile. Wills shut his miserable eyes again. Bill held him closer. "You rest now. We won't be out of this passage for another two days and you're forbidden by Jack to go on deck until we are."

The air was much more tolerable now. The cold had finally passed two days ago. All were exceptionally pleased to feel warmth again. Jack allowed Wills back on deck as long as he had a blanket around him. The fright he gave them all had gotten to Jack the most surprisingly.

Wills walked across deck to the bow. He looked at the sea then the sky. It was reversed. There were no stars in the sky. The stars were in the sea. He had never seen them so vibrantly bright and colorful. This was most defiantly one of the last passages to World's End. He suddenly shuddered.

"You aren't cold again are you?" asked Elizabeth coming behind him.

"It's just a feeling," replied Wills as he looked at her. "I don't think I'm going to survive this journey. I'm going to come back here very soon."

"Of course you won't come back. You will survive this journey. We did once before," said Elizabeth.

"I don't just mean to World's End either. Father survived this journey, but not the one that followed," said Wills.

"What makes you say this?" wondered Elizabeth curious.

"It's just a feeling. Forget I ever mentioned it," said Wills with a forced smile. He turned back to the misted horizon. In the distance, there came a great roaring sound. He squinted, seeing white water. The mist lifted. The water seemed to suddenly end.

"Barbossa!" hollered Elizabeth.

"Aye. We're back mates!" shouted Barbossa. "Find something to hold onto. Here we fall over the edge."

"Edge? Wot edge? Edge of where?" cried Jack.

"The edge of the map Sparrow," replied Barbossa.

Wills's eyes widened. He was dragged by his mother to the helm stairs. She tied a rope around his wrist to the rail and did the same to herself.

"Does this have anything to do with involving the waterfall that Gibbs was describing?" wondered Wills.

"Yep," was Elizabeth's reply.

At first Wills felt his heart racing in fear as the ship began tilting. Suddenly, among the screams and Jack's cursing, he laughed. This wasn't that bad. It was actually fun. His world began spinning. He didn't know what was up and what was down. Everything was swallowed up by cool water. Moments later, a dry cloudless sky and dry air came to them. Wills, along with everyone else, choked and sputtered water.

"Are you all right?" asked Elizabeth setting her palm against his cheek.

Wills nodded as he untied the rope. He shook his head letting the water fling from his hair. His eyes suddenly widened. "Father," he told his mother. By the time he got to his father, Bill was already there. The room was completely dry as was Will. Wills rushed to his side and shook his father's shoulder. "Daddy, wake up. We're here. Wake up now."

"We're halfway there Wills," said Bill. "We need to find his soul now."

Wills nodded. "Shouldn't be too difficult. What do we do?"

"We watch the souls that pass by and wait. It's all we can do," said Bill.

"That's it? That's easy," said Wills then went onto deck. He looked over the side of the ship. If they were to look for Will's soul, then why couldn't he see any souls? Perhaps this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would be. Glancing to the side, he noticed Jack's odd behavior. The pirate paced at the bow talking to someone, but no one was there. He turned then answered himself. That was definitely not normal, but Jack was far from normal so it brought no shock to him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked seeing Bill leaning over the rail into the water. Wills looked down. "It's water."

"Beckett's already destroyed hundreds of lives and not just pirates. There were no souls when Will was here," said Bill astonished. He noticed Wills's face and explained. "I am part of the crew Wills. Each crewmember of the Flying Dutchman can see the souls of the dead day or night. It's our duty."

"One person looking…I can't wait that long!" cried Wills with his arms flinging about in a very Jack like manor.

"Don't worry lad. When this world is nothing but darkness a mortal soul can see the souls of the dead," said Gibbs.

"We have to wait until night?" wondered Elizabeth. She couldn't believe this. Even with Calypso's help it took them nearly two months to get this far. She hadn't seen Will smile or breathe in that time. This land was vast and impossible to navigate. To everyone but one, this world was unknown. One person would take such an unfair amount of time leaning over the side of the ship staring into the souls of the dead. This was such a heavy burden for Bill to bear, especially since it was his own son. Elizabeth nodded though. She was willing to wait all the time it would take for them to find Will's soul to bring him back, than to never hear his heart beat again.

Once night did finally come, all mortal gazed into the waters of the land of the dead. No one spoke a word except an even odder than normal Jack Sparrow. On occasion, Jack would talk to himself. He would face one way then turn and face the other while talking. During the day, the mortals would sleep, leaving only Bill to search. Poor Bill refused to sleep. When he did fall asleep on his feet, no one would wake him and each time he woke he would spend an hour shouting at them rather than looking for his son. As the days drifted past like the souls below them, more arrived each hour. Only Bill was comfortable with looking into the faces of the dead. Everyone else was frightened and unsure. Even Elizabeth had to look away a few times. Peculiarly, Wills seemed perfectly fine. He was as comfortable as his grandfather; however, this was Bill's duty after all. Wills had not been searching and ferrying souls for eighteen years. Each glance at her son, Elizabeth hoped he was just ignoring his true thoughts. The calmness of her son frightened her to death.

The sun disappeared beyond the horizon again. No one moved to their usual places as they did around this time. Wills finished his ration of water then went to his place at the port bow.

"What's the point? We're never going to find him," noted Pintel.

"We've been at this for over a week. More souls come every night. I don't plan to become part of this world searching for one soul that's probably gone forever," agreed Barbossa. He stood then set his palm against his chest. "Will Turner, you were a good man and damn fine pirate. I wish you good fortune on your search to the other world!" he called.

"Don't say that," said Wills.

"I'm beginning to agree myself," admitted Marty.

"Our food supply is running low," added Gibbs. Murmurs and nods of agreement spoke in hushed tones.

"We'll find him, just help me," said Wills.

"I say we take a vote. All those in favor of staying, go to the portside. All those in favor of leaving so we don't eternally roam here forever, come here by the starboard side," said Barbossa.

Wills folded his arms against his chest and did not move while half the crew immediately joined Barbossa followed by all but three. The ship tilted that way.

Jack, Bill, and Elizabeth stood in the center of deck, not having decided yet.

"Please, I can't do this alone," pleaded Wills.

"Sorry little whelp," apologized Jack as he stepped toward the starboard side.

Elizabeth found herself crying as her feet took her slowly beside Jack.

"Mum…but daddy," said Wills.

"I can't Wills. I can't do this anymore. I know Will would want us to move on and not to die here. He would want you to let him go so you could live," said Elizabeth.

Wills turned helplessly to Bill. "Grandfather…please," he whispered.

"Your father will find his way on his own. He's taken others there enough times I think he knows the way. If not, he'll have plenty of company in this world," said Bill moving slowly toward the rest.

Wills stood at the port side alone. All the rest stood on the side that decided to abandon their cause. He looked at them in tears. "Please don't do this. I want my father. I love him," he told them desperate then screamed. "Why? Why do you want to go? My father has done so much for you. He waited eighteen years for souls to come, waiting for your souls if it had to be. He died saving your miserable lives. Twice. I never knew him as all of you did. I saw my father four days in my entire life. It's not fair. The world needs him. He can defeat Beckett. Without him, we might as well stay here rather than watch our world fall apart. Daddy would do the same for anyone he loved and cared about. He would stay here and search for the rest of time. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to give up. Pirates don't give up. Imagine Beckett's face when he sees my father back. You defeated his brother. We can do it again, but not without the one that made it possible. Don't leave my father alone. Please. He loves all you. He really does. His life was cut short just as he began to live it. He deserves another chance to live. This time he can really live."

The words sank into them like twenty anchors. No one spoke. Jack thought a moment. Will, though it was for his own reason, helped bring him back from this wretched place. He nodded and tightened his hat atop his head before walking towards Wills with determination. He turned at Wills's side, looking at the rest of his crew. Wills looked at Jack as though he was a god or savior. Elizabeth moved beside her son followed immediately by Bill.

"I will help you find him. I promise. Will would do the same for both of us," Bill whispered in Wills's ear as he held him close.

Gibbs sighed. "Just like your father. Always dragging me into things," he said as he joined him.

Realizing the world did need Will Turner fiercely, as did their own hearts, the rest slowly came to the port side. The ship now tilted that way leaving Barbossa alone. Even "Jack" the Monkey climbed onto Wills's shoulders. Wills looked at Barbossa with those eyes.

"It's been proven twice now. No one can resist those eyes," muttered Barbossa as he too stood by Wills. "Fine, I'll help you find him lad."

Much later the crew once again stood at the rails looking down into the water of souls below them. Oddly, it was much less than normal.

"We must be close to the correct area. This is what we would now call the heart of Harrison Beckett's Locker. It's where all lost souls seem to travel to," noted Bill with a glint of hope finally reaching him.

"I wonder what would happen if we would drop a cannonball on one of them," said Ragetti.

"Well, Mrs. Fish isn't here," noted Pintel. Ragetti nodded as he rubbed his palms together. The two of them very quietly snuck down to the hold.

"The sun's going to come up soon," whispered Wills looking at the dark blue light on the horizon. His body trembled. He knew his words would not last many more nights. Perhaps he would have no more nights after tonight.

Pintel and Ragetti came back from the hold attempting to not be obvious to the fact that they had a cannonball behind their backs. Tiptoeing to the rail, they giggled.

"Wot are you two doing?" asked Jack noticing their not so sneaky attempt.

"Nothing!" both cried at the same time.

Jack noticed the cannonballs. "Wot the bloody hell are you thinking? You could drop one of those on Will!" he shouted.

Pintel and Ragetti dropped the cannonballs. Many surrounded them in anger and began to holler at their foolishness.

Wills turned back to the water. Another soul floated by. His eye widened as he suddenly couldn't breathe. Will Turner's soul floated past him.

"DADDY!" Wills shrieked as he leaned far over the side of the rail.

"No!" Elizabeth screamed pulling him back onto deck.

"No, let me go I have to get him," Wills told her.

Looking down, Elizabeth saw it too. She cried out, her grasp loosening from Wills.

"No one can leave the ship," Jack said as he grabbed Wills's arm.

Wills struggled. More grabbed him to keep him on the ship. In a single moment, he froze and lost all color to his face.

Bill returned onto deck, holding a soul in his arms. Wills pulled free. He ran to his grandfather. His eyes were fixed upon his father's soul lying in Bill's arms.

"Now what?" asked Jack.

"We return him soul and heart to him body," replied Calypso. "Jack and Bill, come wit' me. I need you to help."

"I'm helping," announced Wills.

"Me too," said Elizabeth.

"No. Not yet. Him be fine soon," said Calypso shutting the doors.

Wills stood there unable to move, wondering what was happening and what did just happen. The sunrays shone on the mahogany doors. He and Elizabeth waited. Both could barely breathe. Movement came from inside.

The doors flung open as Jack hollered, "Josh, water and bandages! Now!"

In an attempt to run in, Wills was held back by Mullroy and Murtogg. Barbossa held Elizabeth back. Gibbs immediately went inside with all that was requested. Surrendering and fearing the worst, Elizabeth turned into Barbossa's shoulder and cried in fear.

Still sitting on the barrel facing the doors, Wills hadn't moved. He had an imprint of his father's necklace in his hand. Elizabeth turned to look at the doors again. One opened. Gibbs came out with his sleeves rolled up and a bucket in his arms. Calypso appeared in the doorway and gave a nod. Wills ran past her.

Elizabeth hesitated in front of the doors gazing into the beautiful sunlit cabin. "Calypso, I can't lose him again. What if I lose him again? What is going to happen?" she asked.

Calypso touched her shoulder. "Him be alive now. Go," she softly said.

Drawing a deep breath, Elizabeth walked inside the cabin, then to Jack's quarters. Coming through the door, she found she had no control as to how fast her feet took her to Will's side.

"He's all right Mum. He's back," said Wills.

Will was lying gently under the blanket. Color and life returned to his face. His chest was heavily covered in clean bandages, as was his left shoulder. It slowly rose and fell with each soft breath that he took.

"Elizabeth, you're…youngish again," noted Jack quietly.

Elizabeth shot him a cold glare.

"No, he's right," said Bill.

Jack handed her a small mirror. Looking at her reflection, Elizabeth softly gasped. Her dulling hair was beautiful and shone. Her face had grown more youthful. She looked as though twenty-two again.

"Oh Will," she whispered, resting her head against his chest. Her eyes widened. For a moment she couldn't breathe.

"Aye, it's back. He has his heart back," said Bill.

Will's senses were coming back. His fingers slowly curled around his son's hand. His head moved to the side which Bill was rubbing his cheek. He was fidgeting in bed. Below his eyelids, his eye moved about wildly. Allowing fresh air to come in, Jack opened a window. A sea breeze blew lightly through Will's curls. With great effort and struggle, Will's eyes slowly attempted to open. The four moved closer holding their breath. Losing the struggle again, Will softly groaned as his eyes fell shut.

"Will it's all right now son. Come back to us," whispered Bill.

"Daddy," Wills called holding his father's hand tighter.

"Wake up whelp," said Jack.

"Will, open your eyes now," Elizabeth whispered.

Breathing deeper, Will did open his eyes about halfway. He blinked then looked at each of them. "Am I dead?" he hoarsely asked.

"You're alive Will," Bill told him, pushing the curls from his face.

"Daddy," whispered Wills.

"Wills, you're all right," said Will with a smile.

"So are you," Wills told him as he rested his head against his father's chest. "I thought I would never see you again. We thought we would never find your soul."

"Soul? So I really did die? Beckett really did kill me?" wondered Will.

"Yes, but now you're back," said Bill.

"All of you," added Elizabeth setting his palm against his chest.

Will observed the bandages in wonder. He couldn't be hurt. The captain was immortal but…his eyes widened…the captain also didn't have a pulse. Will clutched the bandages, feeling something he hadn't in so long. It had to have been a dream. He had to be dreaming.

"It's back little one. Your heart is safely nestled inside your chest where it should be," said Bill, knowing his thoughts.

Feeling emotion again, Will began to softly cry. He couldn't help himself. His tears fell gently down his face. It felt so good to be able to feel tears upon his cheeks. He was smiling and laughing though. He suddenly remembered that sometimes, when people were filled with happiness beyond all reason, one had to cry. Will's laughter and tears of joy mixed perfectly together.

From what they had thought, it was noon in World's End. Gibbs decided to check on Will's condition. He poked his head through the doorway. A smile widened. Will was gently sleeping. Wills was lying next to him with his head across his father's chest. Will's arm was tightly around him as was a blanket. Elizabeth's head was lying on the pillow beside his head. Both seemed to be touching. Their hands were intertwined. Bill was asleep in the chair with his head lying on the bed. At the edge of the bed, Jack kept watch on all four of them. He had joy and comfort in the smile he gave them. Will suddenly tensed. His forehead wrinkled and eyes moved wildly below his closed lids. His breathing was heavy. He seemed trapped in a nightmare.

Jack rushed to his side as he hushed him while stroking his head. "Shh. It's all right Will. Hush. Jack's here. He's watching over you now. Shh,"

As if hearing him, Will calmed. Sighing deeply, he slept peaceful again. Sensing this, Jack nodded. He pulled the corner of the blanket over Will's bandaged shoulder. He returned to the edge of the bed and continued to keep watch.

Seeing all was well, and he was not needed, Gibbs turned with a smile. Jack had everything under control in there.

Ever since everyone was told of Will's healing condition, the spark of joy ignited in the crew. This was very good news for two reasons. One: Will was alive. Two: they could go home and finally leave this world. Finding amusement for that day, some played liar's dice, talked, sung, and, in Bill's instance, thought of ways to keep his son safe. He knew that Will was mortal again after nearly eighteen years of being immortal. Will would have a difficult adapting process because, quite often in fact, he used his immortality to his advantage to frighten his father to death or to simply out of boredom. Hearing the cabin doors creak open, he turned his head.

"Elizabeth, I'm sore. I'm not going to break," Will told his overacting wife as he walked onto the sunny deck with a blanket around his shoulders.

"Not good! William Turner wot are you doing out of bed?" cried Jack.

"I would like to know as well," said Bill with more fury than Jack.

"Have either of you any idea what it feels like to lose your heart and then get it back with all of your feelings and emotions? I want to feel the sun on my face and the sea breeze through my hair and I want to get up. I want to live again!" Will shouted happily.

"Just don't overdo it," said Bill understanding his son's feelings.

Will was immediately dragged into countless handshakes and hellos. After, he slumped against the side of the ship, wrapped in his blanket, taking in the warm sun with shut eyes. This wasn't even the real sun and already he hadn't remembered this good of a feeling in a long time. He set his palm over his chest again. If he had a piece of eight for each time he had done that today, he would probably be richer than the King of England. He couldn't resist though. It was such a wonderful feeling to feel alive and human. A shadow blocked his sunlight then someone's head rested on his shoulder. Will opened his eyes to find it was whom he thought.

"The sun feels good," said Wills. "I thought I would never feel it again. I almost froze to death on the journey here in the Ice Passage."

"How long have I been here?" wondered Will.

Wills shrugged. "Two months,"

"Do you know what day it is?" asked Will. Wills shrugged. "What's the date you bilge rats?"

"May twenty second William," replied Bill.

Wills immediately brought his head from his father's shoulder. He smiled.

"Happy seventeenth birthday son," said Will.

"You knew?" wondered Wills.

"Of course I know my own son's birthday," said Will then hollered across deck. "It's Wills's seventeenth birthday!"

Wills lowered his face as the pirates sang the worst birthday song he had ever heard. It was completely out of tune, but it did make him laugh.

"Sorry we don't have any gifts for you," said Jack.

"I got my father back. That's better than any gift I could ask for. It's what I've always wanted," said Wills.

Will smiled as he went back to his old habit of twisting his earring in boredom. Wills looked at the earring in admiration.

"Little whelp, come with me. I may just have a birthday gift for you after all," said Jack noticing the look on Wills's face.

"I'll be back in a few moments," said Wills as he stood.

A fierce growl came from Will's stomach. A few glanced at him. "I forgot what that feeling is like," admitted Will then added "it feels great."

"So would a full stomach," said Elizabeth, standing. She returned to Will's side with water and a small piece of salted pork.

"Don't eat it too quickly," Bill told him noticing the food now in Will's hand.

"What is the worst that could happen? It's just food," said Will.

"That you haven't technically eaten in eighteen years," muttered Bill.

Will took a large bite just to irritate him. His eyes shut as he slowly chewed. To taste food again, to truly taste food again…he missed it a lot. Taking another bite he decided to let the salt melt off the pork before he ate it.

Seeing nothing wrong was happening, although he had been expecting something, Bill was very pleased at this. His little boy was eating and drinking without a problem. In fact, Will seemed stronger than he had a few hours ago.

"He's going to recover quicker than I thought," Bill said to Jack who came up from behind him.

"Well, he's strong. There must be something though. All those lonely years without a heart and living half dead in this world, and nothing happens. The most he's done is bleed. Curious isn't it? You and I both know Calypso. Even her most favored cannot get away with this without something happening," noted Jack.

"Let's hope nothing does happen," said Bill. "I've been meaning to ask you this for some time now. How do we get out of this world?"

"Flip the ship at sundown," replied Jack

"You might want to do that soon then. Sundown is in ten minutes," said Bill.

Jack cried out as he began hollering orders. "Loosen all cargo! Up is down! Start at the port then go back and forth. You know how this works. Time it with the swell as Will suggested last time. Hurry! Ten minutes! Up is down!"

Running to the port side, Elizabeth noticed Will. He could hardly walk. Watching the rest get into position, she remembered how it felt last time. Will was not strong enough to do this. An idea struck her. She walked to Will with a smile.

"Will just in case we don't get out of here alive, I want you to have this," she said. Will nodded. Elizabeth pulled his lips onto hers. Not having a kiss like that in years, Will shut his eyes. Savoring every moment of it, Elizabeth backed him against the mast. With one hand, she reached down his right arm, the other on the back of his neck. Click.

Will pushed her away. Elizabeth smiled innocently. Will looked past her. Jack's face went white, horrified, as he nodded. Will looked down at his hand that was chained to the mast. He shook his head as he turned to Elizabeth

"Pirate," was her sweet reply as she traced his jaw line.

Will sighed then began ordering. "Hurry! You don't have much time and I want to get out of this world! None of you but one…two…knows what it feels like to be here for such a long time other than me. Honestly, I hate it here! Run faster you scurvy cockroaches. Father, don't look at me like that. I always said you needed a little exercise. As for you Elizabeth Turner, this is not funny! Wills, stop laughing."

"William, will you please shut it!" Jack shouted as he ran past.

Will grumbled and did shut it. He watched them run past him again and again while rocking from side to side to keep his balance. Turning to the horizon, he felt his heart throbbing inside his chest. He loved this feeling of anticipation to go home and fear that they might not make it home tonight. He suddenly lost his balance, and grabbed the mast not to cut his wrist.

As it had before, the Black Pearl slowly tilted, flipping upside down underwater. They waited. Elizabeth's eyes met with Will's. He gave her a playful glare. She smiled however. Wills looked around, watching loose cargo fall. Seeing the navigational charts were among them, he reached for them. His other hand slipped from the rail. Elizabeth reached for him, but her hand was too late. Instead, Wills managed to take hold of a loose rope that helped him cling to the rigging. Suddenly, below them, the water fell towards them. In the true world, a green flash shot into the sky signaling their arrival back just before the Black Pearl surfaced.

"That was fun," noted Wills as everyone choked up water.

"Someone get me out of here. I now know what the kiss of death felt like Jack," announced Will.

"No you don't. You didn't free yourself just as the Beastie came to eat you for a mid-afternoon snack, then drag you down to the Locker. We rescued you from there not sent you," said Jack with a squeaky voice.

"We rescued you too Jack," reminded Will. "Now get me out of here."

After a quick, pointless argument, Jack freed Will from the shackle binding his hand.

"Re-secure everything. Wills, check me ship for damages," ordered Jack.

Glancing at the masts, Wills noticed his father lean against mainmast with an expression of pain and discomfort. Will set his palm against his chest, over the scar. His face lost all color in a single moment becoming ashen. Wills watched in horror as his father fell to his hands and knees immediately vomiting the food he ate a mere hour ago. After, Will collapsed against deck, lifeless.

"Daddy!" Wills screamed as he rushed to him tightly taking his father into his arms.

"I can't…breathe…" Will told him gasping for air. His body shook violently as he struggled to take in a breath.

"JACK, GIBBS, MUM, GRANDFATHER!" Wills shrieked.

They rushed to his side just as Will was able to take in a few breaths. He suddenly began choking only to spit up blood and bile. His body suffered severe tremors, as he didn't breathe again. Blood soaked the bandages across his chest.

"William, breathe," Jack told him.

Wills felt his father collapse against him. "Stay with me!" he screamed.

Will took in a few more gasps of air then was cut short again. This time, he choked up mouthfuls of blood and bile. Countless people were screaming his name and for him to stay with them. He found strength to look at his son. His attempt to say that he loved him failed. His eyes rolled back into his head as his world became dark and cold.