"Will! Will Turner!"

Henry bleary opened his eyes hearing a door slam and footsteps on the floorboards. His father's footsteps. It was a blissful feeling, them all being together…with Carina too. A faint smiled curved at his lips, but it turned to a frown hearing his mother's pleas.

"Will, just tell me what's going on!"

His father's hushed voice sounded down the hall, Henry couldn't quite make out the words. He flicked the covers back and got up, opening his bedroom door. Will looked anxious, and had a hand on Elizabeth's arm, her expression was also troubled. They glanced up hearing their son.

"What's wrong?" Henry asked warily.

Will glanced back at Elizabeth but she looked away, apparently deciding he could answer. "We're in trouble, someone's after us." Will answered finally, "We have to leave."

"Leave?" Henry's tone was both shocked and defensive. They couldn't leave! This was his home! Where they belonged—all of them. Together. "We can't leave!"

"We *are* leaving." Will replied firmly, his tone suggesting no one argue. "Grab what's important to you." He then turned to Elizabeth, softening. "Can you ready The Song?"

She nodded silently, looking reluctant before pulling herself together and brushing past.

Henry was getting more and more upset with every moment that passed. "Why are we taking Mum's ship?"

Will swallowed, and his brown gaze sparkled with something that made Henry nervous. "The Dutchman is gone."

"Gone?"

Will didn't stick around to reply, he moved in the direction Elizabeth had, calling over his shoulder. "Tell Carina and meet us down by the water."

Elizabeth wasn't sure how to feel. Will had explained to her what had happened during the night, but surely it had…just been a dream? Her husband was convinced otherwise. Most likely he was just being overprotective now his family was all together. Except there was the issue with the Dutchman… She glanced up as Will boarded her ship—the one she'd kept. The other two ships she'd gifted to her first mate after Henry was born, deciding she wanted to settle. But she kept The Song, knowing Sao Feng would want her to. "Where are we going?"

"We're finding a connection of Jack Sparrow's." Will answered simply, undoing the sails in swift movement. While Elizabeth had mostly stayed off the sea for the last few years, Will had done the opposite. He was at home on the ship, and as he turned his face to the breeze and gazed out at the horizon for a split second, Elizabeth wondered regretfully, if he missed being captain of the Dutchman. "Jack Sparrow?"

"Yes. Don't sound so disgusted, I know you'd love to see him again." Will turned back to her and gave a knowing smile. "Besides," the smile vanished. "I have no doubt whatever is happening right now has something to do with that bloody pirate."

Elizabeth silently agreed. Didn't it always? "How are you planning on tracking him down exactly? The last time you did this, you ended up almost getting eaten." She folded her arms and raised a slender brow.

"One, that was over fifteen years ago." Will shouted at her from the rigging. "Two, if there's anything to know, this connection will be able to tell us."

"What connection?" Elizabeth yelled back, "Do you mean friend?!"

Will climbed down before answering. "She's not a friend of his." He answered rather dryly.

Elizabeth just looked confused. "Who is she?"

"Someone I happened to pick up on a deserted island a while ago and drop her off in Tortuga." Will glanced up toward the cliffs, searching for Henry and Carina's figures. "Where is the daft boy…we need to leave."

Elizabeth decided Will wasn't going to fully explain. She supposed she'd better wait until they got there. "How do you know where she is?"

"She told me where she'd be if I ever needed her."

…..

Angelica Teach sat in the musty, dark corner of the tavern, watching the various pirates drift in the door and get pushed out—sometimes through the windows. She ignored it all, her hat pulled down to shade her eyes, her ears blocking out the sounds of drunk laughter and smashing bottles. She stared down at the crumpled, dog-eared piece of paper in her lap. She ran her thumb over the smearing ink, regret staining her gaze as her eyes rested on the two figures in the sketch. She missed him…in a stupid way. Because the young girl who had believed he was telling the truth was still deep inside her. 'You were wrong!' she reminded herself fiercely, stuffing the paper into her coat pocket. 'Do not make the same mistake yet again!'

Besides, Jack Sparrow hadn't come back for her since killing her father and dumping her on a deserted island. And last she'd heard, he had his crew and the Pearl. Happy. Without her.

Angelica clenched her jaw slightly, darting her eyes to the door of the tavern, as if hoping the mischievous Captain would walk through the doors. She was so, so stupid. Though, she did have quite a bit to say to him next time their paths crossed…

"Angelica Teach?"

She spun to face the owner of the voice, her hand going to her sword hilt, not aware that someone had come up behind her. However once she met his gaze she relaxed. "Captain Turner. It's been awhile." Her gaze swept curiously over the blonde woman with him.

"This is Elizabeth," Will introduced briefly, sitting across the table from her and glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "We're looking for some information on Jack."

Angelica lent back, crossing her legs and regarding the couple silently for a good, long moment. Yes…this made sense. Will knew she was a good, reliable source of information about the Captain. The thing was, she didn't just kowtow to the demands of everyone.

Will seemed to know this and so he quickly explained, about his ship disappearing one night, then an unexpected, dark visitor another night, how he and his family had left. "I need to know what's going on. And I think it has to do with Jack." He finished finally, glancing at her hopefully, slightly pleadingly.

Angelica had listened with interest, yet she shook her head. "I do not think Jack is the cause of your problems."

Will didn't looked convinced, but he didn't argue about it. "Do you know where he is?"

"Sailing the Caribbean quite happily on the Black Pearl." Angelica shrugged. "Since his little adventure with your son and Hector's daughter he has not been up to much."

"That's a surprise." Elizabeth muttered dryly.

Angelica's eyes glinted in agreement.

"I don't understand." Will rubbed a hand over his face. "Then…what is happening?"

"Jack may not be a part of it, but that doesn't mean he might not hold answers." Angelica reminded quietly, sitting up. "I can take you to him. We have unfinished business, between the two of us."

Will looked doubtful. "You know where he is, you want revenge, but you haven't gone to find him?"

"It's best to wait for the opportune moment. Which, in my case, is you two." Angelica got up and glanced at them over her shoulder, before heading for the back door.

Will and Elizabeth exchanged glances before moving after her.

"Is she joking?" Elizabeth whispered.

Will truly had no idea. She was an interesting woman, that was sure.