"Are you alright, Miss?"

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked up at a tall man, watching her. He was on the outside of the cell. She hadn't been asleep, just resting her eyes. Who could sleep in this cold, damp cell anyway? Elizabeth longed to be in the arms of her captain. She knew he would find a way to get her out of here and then the two of them could go on and live happily ever after just like they planned. The man watching her in concern looked awfully familiar. He reminded Elizabeth of someone. Who, she couldn't think of at the moment.

"I've been better," she replied, as she got up, wiping dirt off her pants.

The man smiled at her. He liked her already. He never thought he would see the day that Captain Jack Sparrow would find someone to tie him down. The only woman that had that affect on Jack was Juliet, and he didn't think his pirate friend would show any interest in anybody else. Apparently he was wrong.

"My name is Bill Turner. But everyone calls me Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."

Elizabeth's eyes widened. Will's father! He was standing right here before her very eyes. No wonder he looked like someone she knew. Finally she cleared her throat and said her name.

"Elizabeth Swann."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Swann. You must be something special to have caught Jack's interest. That man really loves you. I can tell."

"And I really love him. That's why I agreed to take his place."

Bootstrap gave her another smile. "He's going to come back. He won't leave you here permenantly. He might go away for a while, but he always comes back. You should be out of here by tomorrow afternoon at least."

Elizabeth felt relieved about that. Bootstrap and Jack were best friends after all, so besides her, who else would know how Jack's mind worked?

"Can you keep me company?"

"Yes, Davy Jones put me on the night shift. I'm supposed to watch you and make sure you don't have any escape attempt."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at that, causing Bootstrap to laugh. Yes, she was the female version of Jack.

Jack lay in his bed in his cabin, thinking. What could he do to get his Lizzie back? He felt so uncomfortable without her wrapped securely in his arms. He could risk going back to Port Royal, and talking to Commodore James Norrington. He would do anything to make sure Lizzie was safe. No, bad idea. Norrington would kill him first and ask questions later. They could go to Tortuga and try and find some new crew members, and they could blast the hell out of the Flying Dutchman and outnumber Jones's crew. While that happened, Jack could find Elizabeth and get her off that horrible, disgusting ship. All of the sudden, Jack sat bolt upright as an idea struck him. He would go to Singapore and find a very dear friend of his. A friend who had become immortal thanks to something called the Fountain of Youth. This person was a woman by the name of Ginger. Jack had never bedded her, they were just good friends. Ginger was a lovely woman. She had a knack for making all men and even women tend to her every whim. She had long black hair, and dark brown eyes. About as dark as Jack's. She was curvy and usually wore her hair up in a bun. Yes. This woman would be able to sneak onto the Dutchman in order to save the woman he loved.

Jack walked out on deck, where Gibbs was minding the helm.

"Heading, Cap'n?"

"I believe go, Mister Gibbs. Singapore."

Gibbs arched an eyebrow. "Singapore?"

"Aye."

"Why, Singapore, Cap'n?"

"There is a certain someone who shall be able to help us in rescuing my damsel in distress."

Gibbs smiled. "You mean-"

"Aye," Jack said, nodding his head. "Ginger."