Marti found Will and Elizabeth on the way out from their quarters. She rushed to them, and spoke quickly, and quietly,
"Have you seen Rosaline or Jack?" She asked, urgently. The couple could see just how worried Marti was,
"No, why, what is it?" Will asked her,
"Bloody Clay! He told Rosaline about the bet him and Jack had, even thought Jack was goin' t' call it off, and now she hates Jack. She won't even speak to him." Marti was distraught, "Jack's locked himself in his cabin, and won't even speak to me. Ana's talking to Rosaline, but from what I heard, she's not getting very far."
"Oh dear," Elizabeth said, feeling sorry for her friend,
"Elizabeth, I think Jack really likes her. I mean really, really likes her. Like you two."
"You mean he's in love with her?" Marti threw up her hands,
"I don' know do I? I never been in love, and neither has he, so he doesn't know either. Elizabeth, you have to try and speak to Rosaline, and Will, you have to speak to Jack. Get them both to see sense!" Elizabeth put her hand on Marti's arm,
"Alright, we will." She assured her, "Isn't Ana Maria with Rosaline now?"
"Yes, but you should go. It's two against one that way. Will, come with me," Marti dragged Will off to Jack's cabin.
"But it wasn't worth anything, Jack was just humouring Clay for the time being, he didn't intent to keep to the bet at all," Ana was begging Rosaline to see sense. Rosaline was sat in the corner of her bed, up against the wall. She was not listening to anything Ana had to say.
"I cannot trust the word of a pirate." She said. "I was wrong to change my opinion in the first place."
"Then listen to my word." Elizabeth was stood in the doorway.
"You are a pirate."
"I am Elizabeth Turner, I come from Port Royale. I'm most definitely not a pirate. Will's father is who we are searching for. That is why I am here. I was kidnapped by pirates, nearly two years ago. Will and Jack saved my life, this crew, well, part of it saved my life. Every man, or woman who sails under the Jolly Roger is a pirate, but some of them are also good men. Like Jack." Rosaline was stubborn, and although there was an enormous part of her that wanted to believe Elizabeth, there was a smaller, more irritating part of her which reminded her that she had been betrayed, and that was the part her mind was focussing on.
"He took a bullet for you!" Ana protested, desperately, "Do you really think he would have done that if you were only a bet?" She could see Rosaline's mind fighting with itself over this new piece of information.
"He… I… He lied to me." She said, finally, then looked at her knees, "I told him… I… I can't trust him after this." Elizabeth sighed, and Ana took this point as a good one to leave. She exchanged looks with Elizabeth on her way out, and the look she got in return told her she would do her best.
"There's one thing I know about Jack Sparrow." She said, plainly, "He might lie, he might cheat, he might be so incredibly openly flirtatious that it makes you feel uncomfortable. But he is a man of his word. You told him something… didn't you?" Rosaline laughed mirthlessly,
"I made the mistake of telling him something which I will never tell any one ever again."
"He won't tell any one." Elizabeth said, "Even if you never speak to him again. I know he won't." She sat down beside Rosaline. "All I'm asking is that if he wants to talk to you, please listen to him. He cares for you a great deal, whether you believe me or not. He might just surprise you." Rosaline made no indication that she had heard. Elizabeth decided to leave her alone with her thoughts, and pray that the side of her that still cared for Jack won the argument.
Ana waited outside the door.
"Well?"
"I think she will listen." Elizabeth said quietly, "And I pray to god she does, because without Jack's heart in this voyage we are sure to fail. Even with Savannah Flint."
"I bet you understand why I went to such great lengths to save Elizabeth now, don't you?" Will was sat in Jack's cabin, trying to console his friend.
"Please don't mention bets." Jack muttered, draining yet another bottle. He was slumped in his chair, with an expression that was unreadable.
"Jack Sparrow has fallen in love." Will almost laughed at the idea of it.
"I thought you were s'posed t' be consolin' me." Jack moaned, tossing the bottle on the floor, so it made a loud smash.
"There is no point." Will said. "You haven't lost her. If I had given up when I thought I lost Elizabeth, I wouldn't be here now. You need to keep trying."
"She's never goin' to speak t' me again."
"Jack, stop being such a cry baby, and go and speak to her!"
"If I do will you shut up?" Will grinned,
"I will. Except to say I told you so, of course."
