Hey guys. Updates might not be so often now. I'm back at school today. Booo! So... an update to cheer me up.

nineteennitytwo: Sorry!!!! Please don't eat me!!!

klutzygal12: OMG! I'm so sorry!! Sorry!!!!!

ValueMyHeart: Thank you! Don't worry I will.

keiraliz: Izzy's a bit messed up atm, but can you blame her really?

Fairy Skull: Super Jack!!! Dun dun dun!!!

xXDeadlyRoseXx: #hands you a tissue# No, she really can't see it, which is a shame.

Pirate-on-fleet-street: I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you sad.

Love you all! LV xx

Life can often be a lonely place to be. Especially when you feel cut off fro those around you, like you don't really exist. Since the age of ten I had been used to that feeling. In an ironic way, it was almost my friend. James had always had to work and so I was left pretty much on my own. I had friends, but they all had families to spend time with. There were people James put in place to look after me, but I soon learned that they only did that when James was around to pay them. Then one day, all of a sudden, after years of doing what I wanted I was expected to act like a lady, just as I had when my parents had been alive. As James moved up in the world I had found myself stranded at various social events. In a roomful of people I had found it surprisingly easy to feel lonely. I had always felt that if I were to just disappear the lives of those around me would not alter terribly much. I doubted any of them would notice or lament my absence. I was invisible.

I had never expected to feel that way on the Pearl among people who knew me so well. I had come to know the Pearl as the one place on earth where I was at home, where I felt like I was with people who valued my opinions, listened to what I had to say no matter how trivial or stupid. Above all, they made me feel… needed.

I couldn't help fading into the background. Elizabeth didn't have the guts to talk to me, nor did Jack, which suited me fine. Will was too troubled for me to even consider bothering him.

Night fell and I had managed to successfully avoid Jack. I hadn't been hard, after emerging from his cabin, he had pretty much stayed at the helm all day, but if he entered a room I was in then I would leave it immediately. Cutting him out would be hard whilst we were in the same place, but, then again, I'd always known that would be the case.

"Izzy!" Ragetti waver cheerily at me from where he was perched on the rail. I forced a smile and walked over to him and Pintel.

"What are you doing?" I asked Ragetti, noticing the thing in his hand.

"Fishing," he replied. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I doubt you'll catch anything."

"You never know…" he said defensively. He looked back into the water. He gave a little noise of surprise that was almost bark like and leapt off the rail. The fishing rod plopped into the water.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning out over the side. Then I saw her. The dead body. She lay on her back, floating beneath the surface of the dark waters, her peaceful face turned skywards. Her hair billowed out behind her in along cloud of blonde. She was pale, but it was not the pale pallor of some of the living. It was the white of the dead. I didn't scream, I felt a bit sad, but it didn't frighten me. She looked too happy and peaceful. I wondered what she was doing so far out at sea, but then I saw the rest of them and I knew she wasn't here by mistake. The sea was full of bodies just like her. They stretched on in both directions, some floated closer to the surface than others, but all looked blissfully peaceful.

"I wonder what would happen if you dropped a cannon ball on one of `em?" said Pintel. He and Ragetti looked at each other. I caught sight of a mischievous gleam in their eyes before they turned away and started giggling like a pair of idiots. Which is good because that is, in fact, what they are. I turned back to sea. Then I caught sight of the baby, which upset me. The poor thing, it had barely had a chance at life and here it was. Dead. I didn't want to thin too much about how it had got here, or why. I couldn't seem to look away. I wished the poor infant well wherever he or she was headed. I wondered if its parents were floating nearby and if one accident had wiped out an entire family, or if it was an accident at all. I was spared having to take this thought any further by the foolish gigglers returning with cannon balls. Ragetti looked up and grinned at me, but then his eyes slid past mine and both he and Pintel dropped their cannon balls. "Be disrespectful it would…" mumbled Pintel. What had the fools seen that had made them, well… not quite so foolish? I turned to find Tia glaring daggers at them.

"They should be in the care of Davy Jones," she said and I got the feeling it wasn't just them she was angry with. "That was the duty him was charged with, by the goddess Calypso, to ferry those who die at sea to the other side… and then once every ten years him could come ashore to be with she who love him… truly." Tia looked away from us. "But the man has become a monster."

I had time to think that it was such a romantic and sad tale before Ragetti ruined it. "So he wasn't always…" he did a rubbish and quite funny impression of someone with tentacles sprouting from their chin.

Obviously Tia didn't find it quite so amusing and I'm not rude enough to actually have laughed. "No," she said sadly. "Him was a man… once."

We stepped up to where she stood. I tried to picture Jones as a man, but it was too hard, so I soon gave up.

"Now there's boats' coming," Ragetti nodded out to sea. There were long rows of rowing boats sailing serenely towards us. They all had lights hanging from the front of them. Gibbs panicked and got ready to shoot them, but Tia and Will stopped them. He lowered his gun when Barbossa told him it was best to let them be. The deck was full of an unusual sound, the sound of silence. It was broken by a delighted gasp. I looked around to see who it had come from. Elizabeth was looking absolutely ecstatic.

'Killed someone and ruined someone else's life have you?' I thought bitterly and immediately regretted it when I saw what she was so happy about.

Governor Swann was sitting in one of the boats.

Elizabeth shouted to him, tried to get his attention. He didn't move from where he was staring fixedly a head of him. He didn't look happy. He didn't look sad either. He just looked blank. He looked the same as ever, but he was pale, as pale as the girl had been.

"Elizabeth," Jack said seriously. "We're not back."

Her bright smile faltered and then vanished. She shouted again panic rising in her voice. Governor Swann turned and blinked at her as if waking from a brilliant, deep day dream. A look of recognition passed across his tired face.

"Elizabeth… are you dead?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No!"

Governor Swann blinked again and gulped, "I think I am…"

Elizabeth was getting really worked up now. "No… no, you can't be!!"

Governor Swann didn't seem too concerned by it. "There was a chest you see… it's odd at the time it seemed so important."

"Come aboard!" Elizabeth shouted to him, not bothered about the heart. She knew about it anyway, but Governor Swann wasn't finished.

"And a heart, I learnt that if you stabbed the heart, yours must take its place and sail the seas for all eternity. The Dutchman must have a Captain." Even though I was doing my best to ignore him I couldn't miss the way Jack shifted at the mention of eternity. Elizabeth's father heaved a sigh, "Silly thing to die for…"

"Someone cast a line!" Elizabeth shouted over her shoulder, growing more worried by the growing distance between her father and us. "Come back with us!" she shouted to her father.

Marty, slightly shocked, tried to untie a rope, but it was quickly snatched from his fingers by Elizabeth. She untied it quickly given how badly her fingers were shaking. She ran to the side and threw it to her father. He didn't take it. A small sad smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm so proud of you, Elizabeth," he whispered. I bit my lip.

"Father! Father! Take the line!" Elizabeth screamed to him, refusing to give up on him. The rope slipped from her father's boat and splashed into the water. Elizabeth lunged towards the side of the ship in a desperate attempt to save her father. Tia sprang into action.

"She must not leave the ship!" she ordered. Everyone ran towards her, Will arrived first.

"I'll give your love to your mother, shall I?" Governor Swann turned back around and didn't turn back. Will grabbed Elizabeth into a tight hug. She tried to struggle against him and get to her father, but he held her tight. She stopped struggling and went limp in his arms, sobbing against his chest. A tear slid down my cheek.

"Is there a way?" Will directed a question at Tia over the top of Elizabeth's head.

"Him at peace," Tia shook her head.

The only sound was Elizabeth's sobs. I stepped forward, forgetting everything that had happened and wanting nothing more than to wrap my arms around my friend and try to heal her. I took another step, but I was held back.

"She has Will, love," Jack muttered to me. "She'll need you, but not just now."

In my shock and grief I let Jack lead me away. I forgot my anger at Elizabeth and my promise to cut Jack out. I let him hold me as I shed my tears for Governor Swann. And for that night things felt like they had before everything had been ruined. For that night everything was normal. I was there for Elizabeth when she needed me and for that night we all came together. Elizabeth, Will, Jack and I. Like before.

Oh, that didn't cheer me up at all...