"Will?"

"Yeah." The pirate turned to regard him as the two men walked down the dark street, trying to remain as incospicious as possible.

"We should have turned him over ourselves. He's going to get loose." James muttered, looking behind him. To his suprised, Will smirked.

"That's the plan." James grabbed his arm, bringing them both to a stop.

"What?" Will looked both ways down the street, pulling James into the alleyway, before speaking.

"Look, we need him to escape. I wanted him to go back to Ghost and tell him that we know about what's going on. Ghost may be vicious, but he isn't the brightest. Marco's going to tell him what he told us, and he'll assume it was nothing much, but he'll want to tell his employer anyway, who most likely is smarter than him."

"What does that have to do with anything? All they'll know is that we're going to be easier to find now." James said, crossing his arms.

"Or it's going to be easier for us to expose them." Will responded. "Whoever this is is going to start acting odd, more wary, and they're going to be looking for us."

"So wait, we're using ourselves as bait to bring this...I hate to say it, but mastermind...out of hiding?"

"Aye, that would be the plan." James leaned against the wall, thinking this over.

"Would have been nice to know before hand." He said finally.

"Then you wouldn't have acted as well as you did."

"That wasn't acting. I didn't know what the hell was going on."

"And it worked to our advantage. As we speak, Marco is most likely scurrying back to Ghost to tell him that Will Turner is definetly alive, and that James Norrington is still in Port Royal." Will looked thoughtful, and in that moment, James saw some shades of the blacksmith he used to know. He started pacing in the alleyway, looking at James. "DId you notice any of your men acting weird before this took place?"

James frowned. "One of my men? You think it might be them?" He thought back. "None of them, none more stranger than usual." He was silent for a moment. "Now you've got me paranoid."

"Like you're not now? You're a wanted man in the company of a pirate, James. If they catch you, it won't go well. For either of us." He muttered.

"So what do we do now?"

"We have to wait. Find somewhere to lay low and watch the chain reaction. That's where my plan slightly fell apart. I can't think of any way to get close without being seen." There was a rumbling sound, and Will shifted slightly. James smirked.

"Hungry?"

Will nodded. "Aye, haven't really ate since I left here." He said. "Be nice to eat something." The two men looked around.

"Is there somewhere to eat around here that's more low key?" James said finally. Will chuckled.

"More low key than the scum pits?" James had to laugh at that.

"I guess we couldn't get any lower, could we?" He said finally.

"Oh, we could get a lot lower." Will responded, a tired look on his face, the smile disappearing. "A lot lower."