They had just arrived at the shack. It was run down, but there was plenty of room. Elizabeth never took her eyes off of Jack as they walked into the shack. He had something to tell her. Something serious. Maybe she could persuade him to take a walk with her later on and he could tell her then what was troubling him, without any interruptions. What had happened when Jack went to get more rum for the two of them? He was perfectly calm and relaxed when he left the cabin, but when he came back, he was, it seemed, to her anyway, frightened. She had never seen Jack so frightened. It frightened her. For Jack to be frightened, something had to seriously be wrong. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Marty's voice.

"Who be getting that, Captain?"

The short pirate was pointing to a small cot by the wall. Jack looked at both Elizabeth and Ana Maria. There was only room for one, who should get it? Elizabeth answered for him.

"Ana Maria can have it. She gave me the clothes I'm wearing now, and has been a good friend, so I want Ana to have it."

Ana Maria smiled.

"Thank you, Miss Swann."

"Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth."

The crew all made little beds for themselves, except for Ana Maria, who just sat down on the cot. It wasn't that comfortable, to begin with. Gibbs spoke up.

"Cap'n, how about I get us some dinner?"

"Sounds good, mate."

Elizabeth walked over to Jack, putting her hand on his arm.

"Jack? Can we go for a walk? Just the two of us?"

Jack looked at her and nodded, and then hollered to the crew, telling them that he and Lizzie would be back in a few minutes, and that they didn't want to be interrupted unless it was something serious.

"Aye, Captain," Gibbs nodded his head. He figured Jack was about to tell her about Davy Jones and the Kraken. He shuddered as he thought about it.

They were walking in silence for quite a few minutes. Elizabeth was really anxious to know what was troubling Jack, but she didn't want to pressure him. The sun was about to set, and it made the water look even more beautiful than it already was. She looked down and saw a conch shell on the sand.

"Jack, look."

Jack turned as Lizzie bent down to pick it up.

"A conch shell. I believe I shall start collecting them from different islands we visit."

Jack gave her a small smile. It was paining him to have to tell her, but he knew she would find out sooner or later.

"Liz. I-- uh--- when me and you were having our little romantic night and I went to go get us some more rum---"

Elizabeth nodded her head, anxious to hear the rest.

"I ran into an old friend in the cellar. Man named Bootstrap Bill Turner. Young William's father."

Elizabeth's eyes widened at this. Will's father? He was alive?

"When Barbossa and the crew threw him overboard, he met the captain of the Flying Dutchman himself. Davy Jones. Bootstrap would either go to the Locker or serve under Davy Jones for one hundred years. Once you've sworn an oath to the Dutchman, there's no leaving it. He looked bloody awful, poor cad. A starfishy on the side of his face, water dripping everywhere. Bugs crawling all over him. Anyway, he came to warn me. You heard that a long time ago, before becoming a pirate, I worked for Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company?"

The surprises just kept coming. Bootstrap Bill Turner was alive, well sort of, and Jack had worked for the East India Company.

"I never heard about that. I've only read stories about your adventures as a pirate."

Jack motioned for her to sit down in the sand. He sat next to her.

"I wasn't happy working for Lord Beckett. He's the one who gave me me pirate brand. He wanted me to hoarde cargo for him. I wouldn't do it."

"Why? What was the cargo?"

Jack sighed and hung his head.

"Slaves, love."

Elizabeth put a hand to her mouth in shock.

"Bunch of them. Men, women, children, you name it. I released them all, but to Beckett's dismay. He branded me a pirate and sunk my ship, which was then called The Wicked Wench. I then did something stupid. I met with Davy Jones and I made a bargain with him. I would trade him my soul if he would reraise my ship from the depths. I was to be captain for thirteen years and then work under Davy Jones for one hundred years just like Bootstrap, or go to the Locker. I renamed the ship The Black Pearl. Anyway, you know what happened after that. I was captain for two years, and me horrible ex first made, Barbossa, marooned me. And not much really happened after that, except me coming to Port Royal and all that happened after that. Well, me thirteen years are up, and Bootstrap came to warn me. I have the Black Spot on me hand. It's wrapped up."

Jack unwrapped the piece of white cloth around his hand and showed Elizabeth the Spot.

"Jones has sent his terrible beastie, the Kraken, after me. To drag me and the Pearl back to the depths unless I serve under him."

"Oh, Jack."

Elizabeth gave him a hug.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know, love. I don't know."