Ben and Rose followed the masses as they all raced toward the harbor. They had to stop when they hit the crowd, all gathered around to view the impending battle in the bay. It was chaotic. Spectators pushed and shoved, all trying to get a better view of the action. Since their own lives were not in danger as they were last night, the townsfolk all clamored to see who would end up victorious; the Island's main defense, or a stolen ship armed by only two men.

Rose couldn't see over the heads of the people in front of her, so she turned to Ben who was taller than she. Trying to keep the panic out of her voice, she asked, "Can you see anything?"

Ben squinted towards the horizon. "Barely," he replied. "I see the two ships, but I can't see Jack onboard either of them…" After a moment, he said softly, "Oh."

"Oh?" Rose questioned.

"Now I see him."

Her heart raced. She jumped up, trying to see over heads. "Where?"

"It's no use," Ben said. "I just…can clearly see that he's onboard the ship which is rapidly escaping as we speak."

"Did they make it?" Rose asked.

"Seems like it," he replied. "What strikes me odd is that the Dauntless hasn't tried pursuing them. They're floating off in the opposite direction!"

"Somethin's wrong," said a stranger who stood behind them, who had been listening to their speculations. "Not like the Commodore to watch his own ship be taken. Least of all by Sparrow. Sparrow and the blacksmith boy must've done somethin' to the Dauntless. No other explanation."

Ben nodded politely in acknowledgement of this man's input and then took Rose by the arm to lead her away from the crowd.

"What are you doing? I want to stay here!" she said in outrage, struggling against his pull.

Through gritted teeth, Ben answered as he successfully yanked her away from the masses, "There are ears everywhere here. That man might have heard you rooting for Jack to get away, and then where would we be?"

"That doesn't matter!" Rose scoffed. "We'll be rid of this place shortly anyways!"

He narrowed his eyes. "Did you not just see Jack make off with the Interceptor?"

Rose pointed towards the bay where the Dauntless was slowly approaching the docks. "And do you not see that? When the Dauntless arrives, it'll be only a matter of hours before they're off again to get Jack! Let's go aboard! Just you and me! It'll get us closer to him at the very least, and—"

"Are you mad?" Ben cut her off. "How do you expect us to simply go aboard a Navy ship? By asking politely?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Of course not! We'll steal some clothes. I'll look like a lady and we can make you look like one of the officers. Perhaps we need passage to a nearby island…"

Ben shook his head, and began walking away from the harbor up a road that led through town. "What Jack did was an act of war against the Crown. Not only did he escape imprisonment, but now he's taken their prized vessel. They'd never let a woman aboard at a time like this!"

Rose had expected this, but was hopeful that perhaps Ben might agree with her vision. Instead, she tried, "Then we go as stowaways—"

"Rose, no! We're staying here! That's all we can do!"

She scoffed again. "What do you mean, 'all we can do?' You have a boat yourself! We can even go after them ourselves!"

"And lose them, and get lost ourselves, and hit a storm, and any number of things!"

"But you've been to the Isla de Muerta!"

"I don't remember its location, and I won't unless the medallion hits the sea once more!" he protested. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Rose. There's nothing we can do to remedy this matter ourselves. We simply must lie in wait."

Rose was flabbergasted. She couldn't believe how listless Ben was willing to be. She stopped walking up the path they had been traversing, causing Ben to stop as well, "So, we wait and do what?"

"Think, Rose," he said, growing closer to her. "Jack's after the Pearl. The Pearl is trying to lift the curse, and they took the Governor's daughter. The Navy is after the girl and now Jack as well. No matter what happens, if the curse is lifted or not, if the girl is recovered or not, if Jack gets away or not, someone from the Trading Company will surely return with news. And I'm certain that at the very least, the girl will be saved. If she returns unharmed, you and I can question her and then make a plan of attack from what we discover. I say we lay in waiting until that time comes."

Rose felt as though a large rock had deposited itself in the pit of her stomach. She saw reason in Ben's words, but had never intended on playing such a small role in finding her brother. There was nothing she could do, however. No matter how hard she fought, Ben was stubbornly rooted in his opinion. If Rose wanted to go after Jack, she would have to do it herself. While she wasn't opposed to this, sadly, her life was severely in danger from sundown to sunrise if she made the journey herself. Rage burned inside her at this feeling of helplessness.

Finally, she submitted. "Alright. I'll wait. But for how long?"

Ben shrugged. "How am I supposed to know that?"

"Well we had better make a plan if we are to live here! Certainly you don't have enough silver in that little pouch of yours to pay for our living expenses!"

Ben grimaced, seeing the truth of her words, then silently walking further up the path as he tried to devise a solution to their problem. Rose joined him in the silent march, trying to envision a solution of her own.

After minutes like this, they both rounded a corner and then leapt back as a horse-drawn carriage nearly ran them down. A forlorn-looking man with a large wig peered out of the window apologetically as it raced by. Ben's gaze followed the carriage as it drove away, then looked back from where it came from. Wordlessly, he continued up the path and through the gates of an ornate mansion, the likes of which Rose had never seen before.

"Ben?" she called in attempts to stop him. "Ben!" she tried again. When he still proceeded onward, she raced to catch up with him. "We can't simply walk up to a house like this looking like we do!" she said breathlessly when she finally caught him.

Ben pointed towards the path. "Did you see that carriage?"

"How could I miss it?" said Rose sardonically.

"It came from here," said Ben, motioning to the house where they currently were standing outside.

"What about it?"

"This is the Governor's mansion, Rose. I'll venture to say that that was the Governor himself racing out of here, and from the looks of that large trunk he had tied to it, he's intending on going to find his daughter with the Navy. I think we found a solution to our residency problem."

As he turned and continued up the steps to the front door, Rose said in a hushed voice, "But what about the Governor's wife? She could still be inside."

Ben drew his pistol and whispered, "I'll take care of that, should that problem arise."

"Ben, no!" she protested. "This is someone's home! And we're probably outnumbered. A house like this certainly has a staff to help run it!"

Ben laid a finger over his lips, motioning her to stay silent as he leaned against the door. Holding his pistol tightly, he quickly beat on the door. "Hello?" he called. He tried again after a few moments, but when there was still no answer, Ben quickly kicked in the door, causing it to swing back on its hinges.

Their eyes were both instantly drawn to a large bloodstain that had pooled and permanently damaged the wood flooring. "I don't think the staff survived the night," Ben responded gravely.

He took a step around the red stain, calling up the stairs, "Hello? Anyone there?" When no answer came, he made a quick dart up the stairs to investigate further.

Now alone, Rose took a moment to investigate the foyer which she now found herself in. She had never been in a place so elegant or grand. She carefully sidestepped some broken glass which still littered the floor. She gingerly touched the soft fabric of the curtains as she walked the perimeter of the elaborately decorated mansion, and stopped upon seeing a large painted portrait of a beautiful young woman. She had dark blonde hair and a sharply angular face. This must be the Governor's daughter, she thought.

She heard Ben approach after a few moments. "Seems to be all clear," he reported. "No sign of a Mrs. Governor at all, actually." He stopped, following Rose's gaze to the portrait of the woman.

She snorted. "Pretty clear now as to why the entire British fleet is out to rescue her, eh?"

But Ben didn't respond. His eyes were fixated upon a particular spot on the painting. "Ben?" Rose asked.

He lifted a finger and pointed at the necklace that hung around her neck. "That's the medallion."

Rose looked closer to where he was referring, but could only see a slight hint of a round pendant protruding from the top of her bodice. The rest appeared to have been intentionally concealed. "Are you certain?" she asked.

"I'd recognize that shape anywhere," he replied. "She made contact with the ocean yesterday morning, and now we know for certain that she has it, but why would she of all people have it?"

Rose nodded. "Barbossa must think she's Bootstrap's daughter, since she's in possession of the medallion, but really, it's Bootstrap's actual son who is with Jack right now."

Ben looked into her eyes somberly. "Let's hope that the Dauntless makes a quick recovery and sets sail soon," he said. "Because when Barbossa discovers that the girl isn't of Bootstrap's blood…he will kill her."