They finally made it to where Savannah had directed them. There was a mountain, sure enough, and what looked like the entrance to a cave. It was still dark, and the cave really did not look like the best option. Somewhere to be trapped. Somewhere with no escape. Jack stopped, and stared at the entrance for a few minutes, before turning to Will.

"You sure you're ready for this?" He asked him. He had no idea what they were going to find in there, or what was going to find them.

"Yes." Will said, assuring himself at the same time. "What would you have done if I'd have said no?" Jack frowned,

"I was going on an improvisational sort of a conversation," He said, "Cross that bridge… you know?" Will and Jack were both making this slightly humorous attempt at a conversation to put off actually taking the first steps inside. Marti got impatient, and pushed her way to the front while they spoke. She pushed through Will and Jack and ran into the cave,

"Teeny!" The two men ran after her, with Savannah, Ana Maria, Mort and Clay in tow. Gibbs, Cotton and Conch remained outside. Gibbs, because he didn't think Jack would appreciate him running into certain danger with Rosaline. Conch didn't know whether to go in or not, and Gibbs answered the question before he had the chance to ask it.

"Here," He indicated Rosaline, "You stay here with Cotton, and keep watch. The instant something happens, you bring Miss Jones here inside, or the Cap'n'll have you." Conch nodded, and the sense of responsibility flooded over him.

"Aye sir," He said. Gibbs left the three of them and followed the rest of the crew.

Gibbs joined them inside the cave, where they had all stopped. He stopped dead and stared around in awe. He had seen hoards before, pirate stashes, but this one was beyond anything he had ever seen. Beyond anything any of them had ever seen. There was enough gold and jewels piled up to make every one of them rich, ten times over. But it had gathered dust. The things at the bottom had lost their shine, and the whole hoard looked as if it had been there for at least a decade or more.

"What now?" Will asked, in a hushed tone. Jack glanced around,

"He's your dad. Where do we start?"

"He's your friend." Will protested, "Everything I know about him is a lie."

"Shh." Savannah interrupted, and pointed to something her eyes had spotted. "What's that?"

They followed her gaze, but few could see anything out of the ordinary. Jack's eyes took on a look of understanding, as did Marti's. Every one else had no clue.

Marti's patience ran out again, and she stepped out. She took a few steps and stopped as if waiting for something bad to happen. When it didn't, she looked questionably back at Jack. When she didn't get a direct order she took matters into her own hands. She started to run forward, not caring what noise she made.

"Teeny, get back here!" Jack yelled, Marti stopped,

"We're not goin' t' get very far standin' at the door, are we?" She yelled back,

"Did you ever think we might have a plan?" Marti started running again, shouting over her shoulder.

"Porqué no lo hace usted toma su plan y pegarlo encima de su fondo! No cuido lo que usted dice, esto trabajaré!" Jack caught what she said and sighed, exasperated.

"What did she say?" Will interrupted, when Marti had already reached the other side of the cave. Jack shook his head,

"Something she should not be allowed to say to her bloody captain," Jack said, "Will, Savannah," He gestured to where Marti was and they crossed to her.

"Holy shit." Savannah whistled. Will looked at her, astonished,

"I don't think I've ever heard you say that before. What is it?"

"This…" Savannah blew the dust off the old book on it's stand that Marti was looking at. "This book… I never thought that I'd actually…"

"Savannah, what's in the bloody book?"

"This book is legend," She told him, "Jack, it's practically the answer to every philosophical question you can imagine." She told him. Marti was gazing at it, in disbelief,

"The oracle," She whispered, having recognised it from the moment Savannah had pointed it out. She eyes flashed, she licked her lips, which had gone dry and her head suddenly snapped out of it's trance like state to look to her companions. "This, is it. It has to be. This is how we get Bill back,"

"Hold on just one moment," Jack said, stopping Marti from lifting the book, "I'm not usually one to stop y' going on yer gut feeling, but why would we need a mythological book to find a man who isn't… dead any more?"

"Some one has done this," Savannah interjected, "Some one must have collected all of this treasure, obviously. And I have the feeling that if Bill Turner could get to us, he would have done by now. You two made enough noise when you came in to wake the dead. So that brings us to our next question,"

"Which is?" Will's nerves had changed to impatience.

"Well, there's no doubt that the oracle here will help us uncover Turner's location, but the question remaining is, if some one went to all of this trouble, and has tried so hard to stop us from getting here, where are they now?"

This thought in their minds, every one of them looked around them, cautiously. Savannah kept her eyes on the oracle. She opened it slowly, revealing pages upon pages of minute, foreign script.

"Can you translate that?" Jack asked Savannah, worriedly,

"Of course," She told him, "But it will take some time."

"Back to the ship?"

"Do we really want to face going back through that forest, only to have to make the journey again?" Savannah's query was left hanging in the air for a moment.

"Would you say this place is secure?"

"Secure as any."

"Then we stay here. You translate, and we see what we can find." Jack told her, Marti and Will. He was keeping up a screen covering what he was really feeling. He looked quite confident, even to Savannah. But inside he felt defeated. There just didn't seem to be an end to all of this. Savannah took the book, Will and Marti went back to the rest of the crew and Jack's mind got the opportunity to wander. He let his guard drop and his mind skipped to Rosaline. He suddenly remembered her and he literally came back to earth with a bang. He glanced around and noticed Gibbs with the rest of the crew.

"Gibbs, where's Roz?" He asked him when he joined the crew.

"Outside with Cotton and the boy," He told him, "I didn't think it were a good idea to be bringin' her in here Cap'n." Jack nodded, his attention focussed on the cave entrance. "Stay here, and keep an eye on things." Jack's eyes were still on the entrance, even when he spoke to Gibbs, who had the distinct feeling Jack was so distracted that he hadn't even paid attention to what he had told him.

Rosaline sat hugging her knees while Conch and Cotton stood watch, silently. She had tears in her eyes, that were threatening to spill over the edge.

She was ashamed of herself, for having cried more in the last two weeks than she had done in the last two years. She felt so weak, which made her more upset, which made her feel weaker…

She wanted Jack to come back out. He was the only one who had ever been able to make her feel safe. She wanted to be held in some one's arms who wasn't one of her parents, who wasn't one of the endless suitors her father lined up for her. She didn't care that Jack wasn't exactly the ideal man, at least from her parents' point of view, all she wanted was to feel safe.

"You two inside, Will will fill y' in." Her forehead was rested on her knees, and she felt her heart almost stop when she heard Jack's voice. Now that he was here, the man Rosaline hadn't stopped wanting since he went away, she wasn't so sure any more.

She felt him sit down next to her, but didn't look up. She didn't know what to say. Jack sat looking at her for a while, before he said anything.

"You alright?" He asked her, knowing the answer. Rosaline couldn't answer, not without allowing the tears that were plaguing her to win their battle and make their escape. "Course, I know yer not. I don't think any of us are really. We all saw things we didn't want to see, Roz. But sometimes, getting a fear out in the open, can help it go away."

Oh sure. Rosaline thought to herself. I can see it now. Well Jack, it seems my greatest fear is you running off with Savannah. I'm very jealous because I've watched you flirt with her when really it's none of my business. Oh yes, and even though you've saved my life countless times, I still don't trust you.

"It's private." She whispered. She spoke quickly, and kept her head down. If she looked into his eyes she would surely snap.

"Then that's how it'll stay, for now." Jack assured her. He tipped his head back and looked up at the stars. He sighed and put his hand on her shoulder. "But when we get back to the Pearl, you an' me are goin' t' be having a very long chat." Rosaline knew this was probably true. If he'd have pressed her any more, she would have probably spilled everything anyway.

"God I'm so weak." She whispered out loud. Whatever response she had expected, or feared, Jack's was certainly not it.

"Sure you are." He said, sarcastically, "Yer so weak that you only just managed to drag a soakin' wet, unconscious pirate to the safety of the shore, and save his life. Yer so weak that you dug a bullet out of me back, and y've been onboard a pirate ship on a fools mission to a desert island with untold dangers, and yer still alive." Rosaline lifted her head, and Jack's hand moved to her chin. "You are not weak." He told her.

As if trying to prove him wrong, Rosaline felt the tears win and begin to roll down her cheeks. Jack sighed.

"Women are the lucky ones, you know," He told her. Rosaline frowned, not understanding,

"Whatever do you mean?"

"See, y' can cry. Yer allowed to because yer a woman, but if one of us men feel like doin' it, it's pathetic." Rosaline smiled,

"I'll bet Savannah or Ana Maria have never cried." She offered, but Jack shook his head,

"Seen em both blubberin'." He said, simply, "But yer not t' say I told you."

"Not scared of a couple of girls are you?" Rosaline teased, wiping her eyes.

"Not ever. But I've had hand prints on me face for more than a week when Ana's lost 'er temper. And Savannah… Well, I'm not suicidal. Only suicidal people picks a fight with her temper." Jack joked, and mock shuddered at the memory. Rosaline couldn't help but wish a tiny bit that he could have held the same amount of respect for her.

"When was the last time you cried?" She asked him, for she felt that he wouldn't have brought it up, if it didn't have some connection with him. Jack looked distant for a moment,

"Be when I were a lad," He said, inconclusively. Rosaline frowned.

"Why?"

"Scraped me knee or somethin' luv, I don't exactly remember the details." Jack was joking around, and obviously avoiding the issue. Rosaline put her hand on his arm.

"Lier." She expected one of his usual sarcastic responses, but instead he stood up roughly, pushing her arm aside, and looked set to go back inside the cave. "Jack," She stood up and tried to follow him. "I'm sorry," She said, sincerely, trying to take his arm. She didn't know what she had done, but she knew it was serious, "I didn't mean to offend you or anything, I just wanted to…"

Jack shook of her arm, and stood at the entrance to the cave, not quite inside, with his arms folder across his chest,

"Bloody women," He muttered, angrily. Rosaline was shocked by the change of tone in his voice. "Listen Rosaline, you don't want t' talk to me, that's fine. But you do not stick yer nose into my life like we're some kind of couple." Rosaline had got the general gist of the rest of his words by the tone, and random words she heard here and there. But she had not listened since the second word. 'Rosaline'. He had called her 'Rosaline'. Not Roz, not Luv, he had called her 'Rosaline'. She knew every one else on the Pearl called her it, and she had hated being called Roz, but the way it sounded when coming out of Jack's mouth made it sound terrible. She opened her mouth to protest, but shut it again. She was angry now. Jack had just flared up at her for no reason. What right did he have to do that? Her mouth set in a line and she pushed past him going into the cave before he even had the chance. Jack was left staring in front of him, at where she had been standing before. He sighed. "Bloody women." And then followed her inside, to the only place there was to go.