"Here's the compass, Will."

Elizabeth held out the compass to Will, who took it. He noticed the word L-I-Z-Z-I-E was scratched onto it. Will felt even more guilty about taking Jack's compass, for he knew how important it was to the pirate, and Jack scratching Elizabeth's nickname on to it was a symbol of love. He knew that Jack had feelings for Elizabeth, but he didn't know that they ran that deep. Elizabeth had three men who had been trying to win her heart, and Captain Jack Sparrow, a notorious pirate, was the one to win her affections. Between him, James, and Jack, Elizabeth had chosen Jack. He was sad that he would never get Elizabeth's love. For he had loved her the minute he saw her. Just when he thought he might have a chance with her, someone else comes along and takes her from him. Still, it didn't matter. If Elizabeth hadn't of ran off with Jack, she would have been forced to stay in Port Royal, marry the Commodore and watched the man she loved hang. Will did the right thing. He had helped Jack escape because he was a good man, even though he was a pirate, and had let Elizabeth go because he loved her and only wanted her to be happy.

"Thank you, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth nodded her head and patted him on the shoulder.

"Good luck, Will."

"Tell Jack I appreciate this very much."

"He knows."

Before Will could say anything else, the Flying Dutchman suddenly appeared from under the water. Elizabeth's eyes widened in horror. Will looked confused.

"Who are they?"

"The Flying Dutchman. Davy Jones."

Elizabeth ran to get Jack but he already stepped out of his cabin.

"Not good. Quick, luv, go hide in our cabin."

Elizabeth glared at him. "What? No!"

"Lizzie, you've already been taken by that monster. He knows you've escaped. No go hide! Toute sweet!"

Elizabeth was so angry right now she could spit nails. Before she could yell at him and tell him that she wasn't a porcelain doll, Davy Jones suddenly appeared before them, causing Jack's mouth to form an O.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the happy couple."

"Jones, I have one more day. Me three days aren't up yet. What do you want?"

"We had a bargain, Sparra'. I was to keep the lovely Elizabeth here..."

"It's Miss Swann!"

Davy Jones smirked at her and smacked his lips.

"Whatever your name is, you were supposed to be on the Dutchman until he found my heart and returned it to me."

Ginger walked up to Davy Jones.

"Captain Jones."

Davy turned around and looked at Ginger, who was glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

"I am going to make a proposal. You let Elizabeth stay with Jack, and you can take me."

Davy Jones thought about it, but then shook his head.

"Why should I? I want something that Sparra' holds really close to his heart. Not jus' somebody he cares about but somebody or something whom he treasures and would be lost without."

Jack decided to speak up.

"I know! Take me rum. I hold that very dear to my heart."

"Nice try, Sparra'."

Jack turned to Elizabeth, and shrugged.

"Take me!"

Everyone turned in looked in Will's direction. Elizabeth's eyes widened at this.

"Will! No!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm William Turner. Son of Bootstrap Bill Turner. My father was Jack's best friend, and he treasured my father, I know he did, so therefore, he would treasure me like a younger brother. So, take me."

Davy Jones looked around at everybody and finally nodded his head.

"Done!"

He turned to look at Jack.

"I take the boy. You have one more day. If I don't get my heart by tomorrow, he dies."

Will left with Davy Jones and went over to the Flying Dutchman.