When he reached Elizabeth's room, he set her in a chair. He took the blanket off her bed, and then gingerly lifted her onto the mattress. Her face was white; she resembled the dead people who were still floating by the Black Pearl. Will propped a pillow up behind where she sat. He removed her boots, marveling at the softness of her white feet. Then, he unbuckled the belt around her waist that held her sword and pistol. He stowed the shoes and belt under her bed. Then, almost stopping himself, he gently began to unbutton the buttons on her tunic. When she didn't protest, he continued down to the last button, and then raised the light fabric over her head. She was left in her white shift.

Elizabeth gazed at him, and caught his eye. Will kept the eye contact for as long as he could stand it, not breaking it when he pushed her lightly onto her back, and not breaking it when he put a blanket over her. He blew out the lamp, and once the flame was gone, the room was dark. He walked towards the door.

" I'm going to kill him."

Will turned at the sound of Elizabeth's voice. " What?"

" Beckett. I'm going to kill him for murdering my father."

He crossed the room and sat on the chair next to the bed. " You can't do that, Elizabeth".

" Why not?" She snapped. " He didn't have any restraints. Besides, it isn't your choice to make."

" You can't kill a man for revenge, you'll only regret it later. Do you really want murder to be hanging over your head for the rest of your life?" Will protested.

Elizabeth lifted her head, and stared into Will's eyes for a moment. Then, slowly, she put a hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him into her kiss. He had to get up from the chair in order to comply with this new command. Elizabeth pulled him onto the bed, and Will broke the kiss to look at her. She was crying, and her eyes were glassy and looked empty. They weren't supposed to look like that, not now, not when they were doing this. Elizabeth leaned in again, and touched the buttons on his shirt. She undid two of them. Suddenly, she fingered the buckle of his belt, and began to undo it. Will held her down against the mattress to suppress her.

" Why are you doing this?"

Elizabeth looked confused. " What do you mean? I love you, Will."

The emptiness in her eyes taunted Will. Look at how flippantly she says that.

" Elizabeth- you're only doing this because of what happened. This isn't what you need. This isn't the right way to grieve, love."

Since Will was holding her down on her back, Elizabeth had no where to look but at him. They kept this eye contact until all of a sudden, a sob escaped her throat. Will immediately hauled her into his arms.

" Oh…God…"

" Shh..Elizabeth….it's alright."

" Will…Will, why did this happen? I didn't even get to say goodbye."

Will rocked Elizabeth just like he did earlier on the deck. " It's alright, Elizabeth."

" But I didn't even get to say goodbye."

They stayed like that for a while, and Will was quick to forget Jack, the Kraken, and the kiss Elizabeth gave Jack. He just focused on comforting her in the first time he,
William Turner, had ever seen Elizabeth Swann cry.