Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean

Will Turner stared in awe at the Sea Goddess, Calypso.

She couldn't lift his curse, at least not yet. But she said there was something to help him. But what? All that would make him feel better would be to see Elizabeth.

Calypso waved her hand, and water spilled in from a port-hole. In the miniature wave was a mirror.

Will felt his stomach sink back down from where it had been in his throat in a wave of disappointment. What use did he have for a mirror? He wasn't vain. The one he wanted to see wasn't himself, it was Elizabeth.

Perhaps Calypso saw his dissapointment, because she all the sudden hastened to explain the mirror's purpose.

"It is like Witty Jack's compass. It allows you to see whatever it is ye want most, rather than pointing de direction."

"Oh!" Will felt releif, and gratitude welling up inside of him.

"It allows ye to see your wife, the beloved Elizabeth." Calypso added. "It is also a measure of how much ye truly care for your Elizabeth."

As if that was ever in question, thought Will. He'd loved Elizabeth ever since he met her, and for most of that time, such a relationship had been prohibited. A decade? Miserable, but still, that obstacle was child's play considering the one Weatherby Swann's attitude provided regarding his daughter's love.

"Let's see ye try." Will looked into the mirror, focusing all his thoughts on Elizabeth. The mirror continued to show his own reflection. Just as he was ready to give up however, Elizabeth appeared in the mirror. She appeared to be yelling at Jack. Will laughed in amusement when he noticed the broken rum bottles around. Elizabeth hated rum.

"Thank-you," he breathed out. It was all he could manage for a sentence.

Calypso seemed to understand.

"I'll see ye again William Turner."

Rather than the explosion into a thousand crabs that she had done prior to being released from her human bonds, she simply clapped her hands together, and disappeared, leaving the tangy smell of the ocean behind.

Will turned back towards the mirror towatch Elizabeth. She was now standing above Jack as he spluttered, covered in rum from broken bottles. Shepointed to the rail. From what Will could tell, she was implying that he jump. Wondering if he could hear her, he concentrated on remembering what her voice sounded like.

"Jack! If you refuse to clean off, than go for a swim, and the ocean will do the job."

"You can't tell me what to do!" Jack yelled childishly.

"King!" Elizabeth said smugly, "Courtesy of you!"

"Don't remind me."

Will thought Elizabeth sounded much like she had a few days before on the sandbar. He was alive then. He sighed and continued to watch.

"Your Majesty." Jack bowed, mockingly. He walked with a obnoxious swagger towards the edge of the Pearl, where there was a break in the balisters. He turned to face her, "Gentlemen," he nodded to Elizabeth,"malady, you will always remember this as the day, you made Jack Sparrow take a-" he tripped and fell backwards towards the ocean, "-baatthh!" he yelled on the way down, before falling with a giant splash into the water.

Elizabeth laughed at the familiar line. She remembereda similar time when he had fallen off Fort Charles. That was the day that Will told her he loved her, and in return, the day that that she had told him she felt the same.

She laughed again, this time in a surge of happiness that always came with thinking about happy time with her and Will.

Jack came up from the water, muttering insults under his breath.

"I love you to Jack."

Will wasn't offended in the least by her statement. He had misjudged Elizabeth once before. He would do all in his power to make sure that he didn't do so again.

"Why did I make you king?" Jack asked her, inspecting his precious hat for damage while climbing back up the Pearl.

"Because you didn't want to be king, and the other pirate lords like Jack the monkey for a fellow pirate lord than the Jack that is you."

Jack winced. He hated that Jack was named after him. It was Barbossa's way of adding insult to injury, after they marooned Jack on an island, the first time. So by subsequent dislike, he hated Jack the monkey. The only thing that un-dead, flee bitten, might-as-well-be-a-rat monkey was good for in his eyes was a bit of pistol practice, to keep his aim sharp.

"So? I'm the reason your King, luv. Show some respect!"

The monkey all the sudden swung on a rope towards Jack's face. Jack screeched and let go of the rope he was climbing, falling back into the sea.

Elizabeth laughed as Jack yelled insults at the poor ball of fuzz.

A/N: I have nothing against monkeys, I just think that Jack really hates the ball of fuzz, so I wanted to express that. Don't take offense!