Elizabeth lead Drusilla into a smaller room off of the captain's quarters to change into dry clothes.

"What is your name?" Elizabeth asked as she closed the door behind them and latched it so it would not come open while the ship swayed.

"My name is Drusilla Hook," Dru answered. "My I ask of your name?"

"Elizabeth Swann. You may have heard of me," Elizabeth said proudly as she handed Drusilla a dry shift. "My father is the Governor of Port Royal."

"I have heard of Governor Swann but nothing of his daughter," Drusilla said with an apologetic look as she took the shift. Elizabeth looked displeased with her answer. Drusilla could tell where her questions were leading. Elizabeth wanted to know what kind of stature Drusilla came from.

"Where are you from, Drusilla?" Elizabeth asked as she handed over a petticoat.

"For now I come from Tortuga," Drusilla answered.

"So you have no place of origin?" Elizabeth questioned.

"My family does. I don't. We originally came from London but that's all I know," Drusilla said as she removed her wet petticoats and shortgown.

"What did you do in Tortuga?" Elizabeth asked becoming interested.

"I'm a sailor at heart. I belong to the sea." Drusilla said this with a smile putting on the dry shift.

"You were on a ship then?" Elizabeth asked more lively.

"Aye, and a very good one. Ever heard of the Floating Fox?" Drusilla asked this time.

"No, I haven't," Elizabeth said become intrigued.

"Once, my father sailed that ship. It was a merchant ship," Drusilla said as she hung her head. She slipped the petticoat on and said, "Then, he turned into a pirate. He died out at sea by the hands of the English government. The one government he had served under for so long a time."

"That's dreadful. I could not see my father becoming a pirate. For one, he hates the sea," Elizabeth said as she handed Drusilla a damask dress.

Drusilla paused a moment as she felt the fabric of the elaborate dress. She had never worn anything so magnificent before.

"Is this damask? Surely I can't wear this? Do you have anything plainer?" Drusilla asked handing back the dress.

"It is damask and you can wear it. It is all I have," Elizabeth answered with a smile.

"I can't. I'll just steal some of the men's clothing," Drusilla said as she laid the dress on the small bed that was inside the room.

"You must. I insist," Elizabeth said taking up the garment and putting it over Drusilla's head.

"I really wish you wouldn't," Drusilla complained.

Elizabeth helped her straighten out the dress and pinned it. She took a step away from Drusilla to have a good look at her.

"You look stunning," Elizabeth said with sparkling eyes.

"Do I?" Drusilla asked hesitantly. The other lady nodded.

"Look," Elizabeth said as she pointed to a mirror that hung on the wall.

It was a rather small mirror but Drusilla stepped before it trying to see as much of herself as she could. Indeed, she did look beautiful in the gown. Her uncle would have been so proud to see her looking like this and not like her normal boyish way. Although, the rest of her did not look so handsome. Her hair was stringy from the seawater. Her face was blanched from the lack of restful sleep. She frowned at the sight.

"What's wrong?" Elizabeth questioned as she saw the look on Drusilla's face.

"The rest of me looks horrible," Drusilla answered.

"We can fix that too. Here, sit down," Elizabeth suggested taking a chair off the wall.

Elizabeth's feelings towards Drusilla were changing from her being a threat and a mongrel to that of a sister. Elizabeth helped the young lady become more beautiful, which was something Drusilla was not used to. They styled her hair, pinned back the sides, and curled the long strands that fell down her back.

"There. Now, look," Elizabeth told Drusilla just as she finished primping the last curl.

Drusilla took one look in the mirror and did not recognize the lady staring back at her. Her mouth dropped open and so did the reflection in the mirror. Elizabeth smiled with pride.

"That's not me," Drusilla said watching the woman's mouth in the mirror move along with her words.

"Of course it is," Elizabeth said.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"What are you two doing in there?" Will's voice asked from the other side of the door.

The door opened moments later and a vision of beauty stood just beyond the doorway. Will and Jack stood at the doorway looking at the young lady who curtsied a greeting. Both men's mouths fell open.

"Don't just stand there looking like codfish, come in," Elizabeth suggested by the door she had just opened. The two pirates walked inside as if under a trance and still beholding the beauty of the young lady.

"Is this…?" Will began.

"Nah . . . it can't be. She was all rags and wet. This is a ghost of some sort," Jack answered.

"Is this . . .?" Will asked again, this time looking towards Elizabeth. She had come up beside him and taken his arm.

"Yes, it is," Elizabeth answered with a smile looking at Drusilla as well. "This is Miss Drusilla Hook."

Will walked towards Drusilla leaving Elizabeth behind. He took up her hand and brought it to his lips.

"You truly look amazing, Miss Hook," Will said then stepped back with a bow. He turned to Elizabeth who looked none too pleased.

"Did you do that?" Will asked her pointing back at Drusilla with his thumb.

"Yes, I did," she said proudly yet cautiously. Will picked Elizabeth up and spun her around.

"Will!" Elizabeth shouted.

"You are an amazing woman, Miss Swann. You keep fascinating me with each passing moment," he said and then kissed Elizabeth.

By this time, Jack had also approached Drusilla. But he did not take up her hand immediately. First, he walked around her as if she were being inspected by the Royal Navy. Then he stood in front of her looking her up and down. Finally, he walked forward and took up her hand in his and inspected this too then gently kissed it.

"My dear," Jack said, "May I have the pleasure of a dance?"

Drusilla was taken aback. There was no music playing but she had never been asked to dance before and most times one does not need audible music to dance.

"Yes, you may," Drusilla said with a sly smile.

Jack brought her to him in a gentle yet firm embrace and proceeded to waltz about the little room. He started to hum a tune to accompany their dancing.

"Elizabeth?" Will asked.

"Hmm?" Elizabeth said with a puzzled look on her face as she looked at Jack and Drusilla.

"May I have this dance?" he asked as he held out his hand and bowed.

Elizabeth's gaze turned from the dancing couple to Will in a more perplexed way.

"Not you too," Elizabeth said. Will looked at her with his soft brown eyes which she couldn't resist. "Oh, alright."

Then, they too joined in on the dancing.

As the swirled around the small room, Jack lead Drusilla out the door and danced her into his quarters. The other two followed. Inside his quarters, he managed to pick up a bottle of rum as they danced close to his table. Next pass of the same table, he managed to swipe his compass and pocket it. And with each swirl, Jack took a swig of rum.

"May I?" Drusilla asked looking at the bottle of rum.

Jack shrugged and offered the bottle not thinking she might be a heavy drinker. Drusilla took the bottle and proceeded to gulp a large portion down. Jack's eyes widened in surprise at the amount she could drink. He then realized that she may just empty the bottle and took it away from her in middle of a gulp not spilling one drop of the luscious libation.

"Pass the bottle, Jack," Elizabeth suggested as she put out her hand for a swig. Jack paused for a moment as if he had an idea. Then, a beat later, nodded one nod and offered the bottle up to Elizabeth.

She took a hearty swig as well. The only one who refused any drink was Will. The bottle passed between Jack, Drusilla, and Elizabeth. Jack not taking as many large gulps as the women.

As they danced Jack was curious of the young lady whom had just boarded his ship.

"Miss Hook, is it?" Jack began.

"Yes, but you may call me Drusilla," she answered.

"Drusilla, then. How did you come about being stranded on a broken boat in the middle of the Caribbean?" Jack asked.

"Well, I was on a larger ship. But it was caught in a nasty storm last night. All my crew jump ship but for myself. I couldn't manage the old girl by myself. I got into the smaller boat one you found me on and watched my ship sink after it was hit by a huge bolt of lightning," Drusilla explained.

"Are you saying, you were a captain of a ship?" Jack asked looking slightly interested in her story.

"Yes," Drusilla answered modestly. She knew she was lying but she knew they would never let her stay aboard if she didn't man her own ship. It wasn't a total lie. But women were still considered bad luck on ships. She just wondered what Elizabeth was doing there.

"Which ship?" Jack asked her.

"The Floating Fox," she answered flatly.

"It couldn't be?" Jack whispered to himself.

"Pardon?" Drusilla said not hearing what he had said.

"Never you mind, my dear. Shall we go one more 'round?" Jack asked.

"I don't see why nooooooot," Drusilla tried to answer but was spun around wildly by Jack which caused her to start laughing.

When, Jack finished humming his final tune, Drusilla went off spinning towards Elizabeth in a laughing state. Both ended up crashing onto Jack's bed laughing hysterically. Will looked at Jack strangely.

"You planned this. Why?" Will asked seeing the satisfaction on Jack's face.

"Because she's lying," Jack said.