"How's the pain?" Rose asked.

"Ugh," Ben moaned, holding his bandaged arm up over his eyes to block the sunlight. "Horrible. Can't you give me any more of that…whatever you call it?"

"I'm out of feverfew," she said stiffly. "I'll look for more while we're out here." Rose didn't mean this. She had plenty of feverfew in her herb pouch, but she was keeping it from Ben for two main reasons; First, feverfew was hard to come by in these areas, and Rose knew that Ben would be experiencing residual pain over the next few weeks now that the Aztec curse was broken. She would need to ration his intake. Additionally, and on a more personal note, Rose hoped that she could use his pain as punishment. She was still incredibly hurt both physically and emotionally by Ben's terrifying words and actions the night before after he spent the evening consuming too much rum.

The worst part about all of this was that Ben had absolutely no recollection of what he had done or said during his rampage. Rose had asked him in the morning if there was anything further that he wanted to discuss, and he replied with utter bewilderment, "What is there to discuss?" That's when Rose decided to internalize what had happened. Ben had two sides to him; the man she loved, and the man she feared. And despite all of it, she still loved that side of him. She would stay by his side for the time being, especially in his time of great physical pain, but now she was wiser. She felt ready to set off on her own the next time things between her and Ben got dangerous. Ben was never a part of Tia Dalma's prophecy—only Rose herself. She needed to find Jack, with or without Ben.

She had taken Ben outside that afternoon, thinking that the sun would be good for him, but he had only managed to complain the entire journey. Something was particularly odd about the town at that moment, however; It was completely deserted.

"Where is everyone?" she asked, mostly to no one.

Ben took his arm down from his eyes and squinted. "Indeed. Is there an event in the square today?"

Suddenly, the answer came to them at the same time. They looked at each other knowingly, then took off running towards the docks. They could hear the crowds before they saw them, and they saw the sails of the Dauntless before they saw the crowds. Rose could barely breathe she was so full of anticipation.

She could deduce several things about what had transpired over the past few days; Bootstrap's son had somehow reunited with the lost medallion and successfully returned the gold with his blood upon it to the cursed chest. The Dauntless had returned, although it was unclear what they had successfully accomplished.

Rose and Ben pushed their way to the front of the crowd, which was being held back from mobbing the docks by the presence of several red-coated Navy officials.

That's when she saw him—past the several dozen armed officers, past the several dozen more filthy pirate scum from the original cursed Pearl crew, Rose saw a man who appeared to not have aged in nearly a decade. She saw the same kohl-rimmed eyes, the same long hair… Rose saw her half-brother for the first time in ten years.

Her heart began to race and she pushed past the barricading guards and started quickly walking towards where the armed guards were briskly marching Jack up to the fort in shackles.

"Rose?" she barely heard Ben say behind her as she continued walking towards the men in a nearly trance-like state.

Faster she walked, soon having to increase her pace to keep up with them. She no longer cared about concealing her identity; This was her half-brother, and she didn't realize just how much she missed him until seeing him once more. "Jack!" she called.

Upon hearing her call, Jack looked wildly around, trying to find the source of the voice. She called out to him again and this time he locked eyes with her. Though it was for but a moment, Rose felt their gaze lasted for hours. His eyes were narrowed in confusion, trying to place where he knew her face from, while hers sparkled in silent satisfaction at finally having seen her sibling once more. The moment was quickly cut off, however, by—

"Rose! Look out!" Ben yelled.

The next thing Rose knew, she was face to face with a rearing horse and fell backwards in astonishment. She took cover, but quickly rolled away from the frightened beast. When she finally looked around her, she saw that the spooked horse was pulling a large carriage. Rose unknowingly had stepped into the middle of a road in order to get to Jack, and had accidentally stopped moving once their eyes had met. The horseman of the carriage had not seen her, and had ordered the poor animal to continue moving onwards, causing a collision.

When Rose fell, her elbow made rough contact with the gravel road, and sat she quickly sat up to rub the dull ache in her joint all while wildly searching for Jack once again. But it was too late—the guards had continued to lead him away up the hill and into the fort.

She hadn't noticed the door of the carriage swing open and a young woman emerge until she was standing over Rose, her hand on her shoulder.

"You poor thing! Are you alright?" she asked. Rose looked up at the girl, whose appearance confused her. She was very beautiful, with a slender, angular face and dark blonde hair. She held an air of authority, but wore a Navy uniform, something no woman ever wore. Suddenly, Rose realized where she knew this face from! It was the same face from the portrait hanging in the mansion; this was the Governor's daughter.

A tall, wigged man was quick to follow her out of the carriage. "Elizabeth!" his deep voice yelled to the Governor's daughter. He came to her side and said under his breath to her, "Please get back to the coach. Your appearance is causing a scene!"

Elizabeth only rolled her eyes and pulled away from this man. "Honestly, James!" she cried. "We nearly ran this poor girl over and you're doing nothing to help her!"

The man clenched his jaw and begrudgingly leaned over to help Rose up, though he only made things worse by yanking her into a standing position by the same arm as her hurt elbow. She winced in pain as she was jettisoned upwards and came within inches of the man's face.

He stared down at her domineeringly. "Perhaps next time you'll take heed before walking directly in front of a Commodore's coach," he sneered.

Just at this moment, Ben caught up to them, breathlessly asking Rose, "Are you alright?"

The Commodore, still holding Rose by her forearm, turned to Ben. "Does this belong to you?" he asked, referring to Rose.

Ben rushed to her side, pulling Rose away from him. "Aye, sir," he replied. "My apologies! We'll be on our way now."

The Commodore raised his eyebrows. "See that you do. In the meantime, learn to control your woman."

Rose's face became flushed in fury, but her eyes met Elizabeth's sympathetic pair. The gaze was broken once yet another person joined in the conversation.

"Is everything alright here?" the newcomer asked. Rose looked to him. He was a handsome young man, slightly younger than herself, with long dark hair that was tied back and a face she vaguely remembered…

Elizabeth suddenly grew very stiff and cold to the man, stating simply, "Yes. We have this all under control, thank you."

The Commodore's eyes glinted in amusement as he took Elizabeth by the arm and led her back into the carriage. Moments later, they were off again, leaving a thick cloud of dust in their trail.

Ben began to lead Rose away from the road, though Rose remained fixated on the now tiny figures of the officers and the pirate prisoners being led away to their stony prisons.

"Are you insane?" Ben whispered to her, breaking her concentration. "You caused us undue attention!"

"It was Jack, Ben! Didn't you see him?" she asked. "He looked right at me!"

"Of course I did!" he replied. "That doesn't mean that you get to simply just go galavanting off in front of a coach!"

Their quarrel was interrupted by a voice that called our behind them. "You there!" he cried.

Ben and Rose looked back behind them. The young man who had just joined in the confrontation at the carriage had rushed to catch up with them as they fled the scene.

The man addressed Rose as he said, "You. You recognized Jack. I saw you see him!"

Rose exchanged a nervous glance with Ben and quickly lied, "No sir, I think I mistook him for someone else."

The man drew close to them and said quietly under his breath, "There's no need for alarm. I'm a friend. My name is Will Turner, and I'm going to help Jack."