Will had gone back to the cabin to comfort Elizabeth, but resorted to sitting in silence in her presence for several hours.  "Liz, I don't understand what is going on," he said gently, breaking it finally.  Elizabeth looked straight ahead at the door, not certain on what to answer with. 

"You're not upset with me?"

She continued to remain silent.

Will threw his hands up in frustration, the anger slowly creeping up his chest.  "I don't think you're being completely reasonable here, Elizabeth!"

She spun around to face him.  "I'm not being reasonable, Will?  I asked for a fairly simple thing from you and I am completely overlooked, by everybody.  I don't feel that I am the one being unreasonable right now!"

Will's eyes widened.  "A fairly simple thing?!  Elizabeth, you basically requested that I control a man!  You know Jack as well as I…this is being blown completely out of proportion."

"Get out, Will."

"What?"

"I just would like to be alone for awhile now, please…just leave me alone."

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Rhiannah sat quietly in her room, pressing her eyes closed in attempt to free the jumbled thoughts from her mind.  She could not understand how she was creating so many additional problems in the midst of the mess she already faced.  Watching the coldness that Elizabeth had exhibited at the meal had drained any of the small amount of reassurance she had mustered up over the past few days, again leaving her with the horribly empty feeling inside she had experienced for the past six months.  She realized the moonlight shone on the other side of the boat after peering out of the small window in her room, but still desired to gaze out upon the calm of the ocean.

She made her way through the dark quarters, finding Will at the place of destiny.  She stood back, hesitantly.

Will sensed her presence and glanced back at her quickly.  "You can come," he said softly, peering over the side of the boat while patting the rail next to him.  She approached next to him, following his line of vision and allowing the calm, quiet waves to sooth her.  They stood silently for a moment before he broke the peace.  "I don't know what's happening," he stated lamely, showing his state of depressed confusion.  "Elizabeth…she…I just don't know, I don't know what I've done…"

A tear silently rolled from Rhiannah's cheek, dropping down into the sea.  "I'm sorry, Will...I'm so sorry…"

Will turned to her, shaking his head as if it wasn't her fault, embracing her as she broke into lifeless sobs.  Watching the image of a fine young woman crumble into his arms made his heart sink even further, but he closed his eyes and held her silently, stroking her hair as she cried into his shoulder.

The whimpering finally stopped but she remained enclosed in his arms, finally feeling comforted by his warmth and compassion.  She pulled away enough to look into his eyes.  "Thank you, Will…I'm sorry…"

He could only gaze back into her liquid brown eyes in response.  Somehow, the feeling he obtained from comforting her was satisfactory to his own aching heart. 

Their gaze grew closer and closer until their lips met…the kiss was warm, sympathetic…it could not be broken.  As they parted, gasping for breath, Will grabbed her face longingly and resumed the kiss, tongues intertwined.  Their actions became more frantic as they continued, hands wandering as the two attempted to turn, pressing Rhiannah against the wall with a moderately loud thump.

From above, Captain Jack Sparrow watched silently.  Slowly backing out of site, he paused momentarily, listening for the opportune moment.  As the distressed and lustful couple scrambled about, he took the liberty to interrupt potentially the biggest mistake of each of their lives.  Opening a new bottle of rum, he took a long drink and shouted, "TURNER!" into the night.