Captain Will Turner shouted orders to his men as they entered the mysterious void that lay before them. There seemed to be no end in sight, and Will cursed the day he followed one of Jack's suggestions to go talk to Calypso. They were meeting their demise, going down with the coveted Black Pearl to Davey Jones' Locker, all planned by Calypso from the moment she saw them or perhaps even before then. As Will closed his eyes and braced for the pain of death, however, he heard Jack calling his name.

"Captain, Captain!" Jack yelled. Will cracked open his eyes just enough to see what it was Jack wanted, when he noticed that the ship was no longer surrounded by the black void, but by a quiet bay with an island in front of them: Port Royal.

Will smiled and muttered, "That sneaky bitch." And then louder, "Prepare to attack!" before disappearing into his cabin again.


Elizabeth was reading when a shadow fell across her light, a shadow so dark that she thought to look outside and see what was blocking her afternoon reading light. She drew back the sheer curtain and saw black clouds, clouds thick and nearly black. She would have almost thought that it was night were it not for the fluffy texture of the sky. She lit her lantern and sat back down in her armchair, thinking. A storm like that had never been seen in Port Royal. She saw it coming from miles away, and now it seemed to have settled over the tiny Caribbean island. There was no wind to blow the clouds away. After a moment, however, she shrugged off her superstitions and continued reading.

Elizabeth was woken up with a start in the middle of the night by cannon fire. She kept her eyes shut, thinking and hoping it was just her usual nightmare. However, the walls around her shook with every blast, and sometimes she saw the light from the flares through her eyelids. This was a real pirate attack. Groaning, she rolled out of bed, put on a robe, and went to get her father. Why can't those bloody pirates ever keep to themselves? Elizabeth thought as she ran through the mansion. She at last found her father in the kitchen, trying to usher all of the servants towards the fort, where everyone would be safe.

"Father, we have to make for the fort." Elizabeth screamed over a blast, and the whole house shook again from the noise.

Her father shook his head. "No, no, we have to get everyone out of here!"

"Dad, they'll find their way, I promise! We've been through this drill dozens of times. Now, come on!" She yelled, grabbing her father's hand and leading him away towards the fort.

They arrived and were hustled inside immediately, where Commodore Norrington met them gratefully and led them to a room where they would be well enough out of the way. Norrington cast an especially relieved glance to Elizabeth, which she accepted but not without a blush.

Elizabeth looked out a crude window framed by stones to the bay to see the chaos as it unfolded. She gasped when she saw the ship that was attacking them: it was the Black Pearl.

Without saying a word, Elizabeth ran for the door of the room and pushed her way out, and then kept running until she was making her way down the cobbled road. She wasn't paying any attention to where she was going because Will was the only thing on her mind; she was brought back to reality when she ran into a dark figure and collapsed to the ground.


Will rowed ashore with a few crewmates and other boats coming in close behind. He originally planned on attacking the town, but then his eyes caught sight of the governor's mansion and fort, and a different goal came to mind.

Stealing away from his crew, Will ran up the cobblestone road to the fort, which lay at the top of one of the larger hills of Port Royal. The fort was in sight, and he focused on running faster as he came around a corner only to run directly into a girl, who fell on the ground upon impact. He took a few steps back dazed, before pulling out his pistol to kill whoever had run into him. However, when he looked closer, the girl who was sitting on the ground and trying desperately to scoot away from him (an unsuccessful attempt, considering her long nightgown and robe) was Elizabeth Swan.