You all wanted for them to be locked away, right? This chapter is for you.

Will

Entry 4- Locked Away

So, the title of this entry. About that. How unnervingly accurate it is. Right now I am sitting in a closet with guess who. If you are guessing anybody but Elizabeth then you would be wrong. I am sitting in a cupboard, locked up with the woman that I would dearly love to throttle the life out of.

With two bottles of rum and a blanket.

Oh wow, just what I always wanted!

NOT.

Bloody Barbossa. He bloody did this on bloody purpose. He sent Elizabeth in, supposedly looking for something. When she didn't come out for a while, he sent me in to find her. And then, don't you know that he closed the door as fast as his body would let him, and locked it the second the door clicked shut. So now I'm stuck in a cupboard with Elizabeth, according to Barbossa "until you've got it figured out" which is another one of those quotes. WHAT FIGURED OUT?

He apparently had no intention of telling us. So here we sit. And I can make it- the entire time we're in here. I can make it, without breaking down and without …without… yeah, who am I kidding? I'm not going to make it another minute in here unless I keep writing, so I have to find SOMETHING to write about otherwise, consider me a goner. This is so boring… Elizabeth seems about as thrilled as I am about this whole thing. Which is to say: Not very. Who knows how long we'll be in here? We'll get so good at not talking; we'll forget we had voices by the time we're allowed out of here!

She stays in her corner. I stay in my corner. It's all good until sleepy time. Then I will let her sleep. And when she wakes up I will sleep, this way we do not need to share the blanket. And, as for the rum? Yeah, I think I'll open that right now. First sip: okay, not really that good. 75th gulp: Howlovelyistheworldandeveryoneinit?Elizabeth,you'relookingmorethanabitsuperbrightnowdarling…oh, for heaven's sake! I'm almost drooling on myself! Get a grip, William! Geez. Save the rum, you might need it later.

Rather, you will need that later. HA HA HA… okay, so it wasn't all that funny. Back to the riddle. Again.

"The sun you believe is setting is only just now beginning to rise."

Okay, so obviously the "sun" is symbolic. For what? Something I believe to be setting? As in… like, ending? The only thing I can think of is maybe my life.

And I can guarantee that it is something right in front of me, something at the tip of my stupefied tongue.

Sun. Something bright that I believe is setting. Maybe like something that was bright in my life but now it is slowly fading away. Slowly disappearing that leaves a bitter darkness. And stars to light the future?

So it is something that is bright in my life that I believe is setting, leaving a bitter darkness but it is actually a new beginning? A new beginning, as in something is ending that is bringing a new beginning into my path that will lighten my future into day again?

But then again, this something is actually just rising, so I believe it is something bright in my life that is setting, leaving a bitter darkness in my life, but it is actually something just beginning to bloom.

So confusing. My logic and digging sounds like Jack's mumblings. Too much rum. Or not enough rum. That is the question.

Will

Elizabeth

Entry 4- Locked Away

Thanks you, thank you, and thank you very much. I will be here for the next few days. My plan is working. I am now locked in a closet with Will, and quite pleased about it. Hell bloody YES! Everything is going according. So far. Now if I can get Will to talk to me within the next three days then everything will be dandy.

He's writing in his own journal as we speak, a mask hiding irritation- as you can see the mask does not work on me- so there William. And we are locked in here with two bottles of rum, and a blanket. And I will make sure I drive him as crazy as I can so he will drink it all. Then I will drink myself into the same stupor and hope to God I can remember what happens. Or maybe I'll just let him drink so that I can remember with no problems.

This is very interesting. Being this sneakily bold. I went to Barbossa last night and told him that Will is being very tense and irritable toward me. He suggested we fix that right now so that when we come across whatever happens, Will and I will have each other (now that is amusing). I agreed, and we set the plan up without Barbossa making one foul move toward me, coming on to me at all as if I were some Tortuga strumpet. Now that in itself is a miracle. Knowing Will, he's going to plan this out so that he and I do not sleep at the same time, so he does not have to sit or lay close to me since Barbossa gave us a rather small blanket (also on purpose).

He also will attempt to stay in one corner, but with the rocking of the ship, he's lucky if he moves only a little. I once heard the saying that "All is fair in love and war." Yes, well, then let the battles begin because this is going to be one hell of a war that will hopefully end in love.

Hopefully. Oh, look, he opened the rum bottle. And his eyes already begin to glaze over. Hmph. This might be harder then I expected. If he gets drunk easily he will knock himself out if he has too much.

If he doesn't have enough then he will still object. So I have to find his midpoint. Something that makes the whole world look wonderful. Because if the whole world looks wonderful, then so will I. And then I can do something with him, apologize, kiss and make up. And kiss. I like that idea, if you couldn't tell. Barbossa sad that tomorrow we will be making a stop into Tortuga for supplies and to pick up a few more people for the crew. He thinks spares don't hurt a bit, and I have to say I agree with him. I have finally figured out Tia's riddle. "The tears you shed now will become harsher; they may even kill you. But it is worth it in your end." The tears and pain that I feel now are horrible, and they may kill my spirit; but in my end, it finally will be worth it, I will finally be happy. I am so excited to see why she said that. Something I noticed about Tia is that she is always right. And if she is always right then that means that my ending will most definitely be happy. I like happy endings. Waiting for Will!

Elizabeth