The sun caressed his skin as Jack was sitting on deck after a quick swim in the shoal crystal water of the bay where the Black Pearl was laying at anchor. He had been right about Will's pirate blood, the last weeks on the high sea and several meetings with merchants ship had proved that the whelp not only had his father's looks but also his skills. He fit in the crew as if he'd always been here, Jack thought to himself with a smile and started to work on his soaked hair, sending droplets of water running over his bronze chest. Tearing knotted rastas apart almost violently, yet in the next moment rolling a single one between his hands carefully to tighten it up, he was unaware of Will who was watching him from the helm until Anamaria kicked him in the side lightly and sat down next to him. Will smiled at her politely and forced himself to focus his eyes on her: "Want me to scrub the deck or anything of that sort?" The woman shook her head. "Nay," she said in a low voice, "jus' wanted te thank ye fo' bringin' back ol' Jack Sparrow, that dolefulness, "Anamaria spit onto the ground, "wasn' bearable any longer." Will frowned and just opened his mouth to ask Anamaria about this dolefulness she had mentioned, which he didn't understand and couldn't imagine, when a shadow fell onto them and sea water dripped down on their faces as they looked up to their captain. "Havin' a good time, are we?" he asked with a blank stare at Anamaria who got up and left without a word. With a sigh Jack slid down to sit against the railing. Will focused his eyes on the wooden planks of the floor, slightly confused and embarassed. He had no idea what to say to Jack. "Well?" Jack inquired again. Will felt as though Jack's eyes were burning a hole through his flesh. He slowly rose his gaze to meet Jack's. The playful smirk danced across his lips once again. Will couldn't find the words to respond. "Are ye gonna answer?" Jack questioned, growing slightly amused yet annoyed at the same time. Will finally came out of his trance and responded, "Er...sorry. Yes, I'm having a good time." The playful edge returned to Jack's demeanor as he nodded and turned around. As he began to walk away, Will stared at him in confusion. "Where are you going?" Jack spun around, but he did not offer a response; instead, he merely pointed to where he was headed and disappeared into the ship. Will blinked, trying to piece together in his mind what had just happened.

Later that night some barrels of rum were taken to the shore where the crew of the Black Pearls celebrated around a blazing bonfire, singing songs about pirates and looting, the Royal navy and the sea. They were all in a jolly mood except for Jack who was watching the horizon where the sun had just sank into the sea and coloured it red with its kiss. Will glanced at him from time to time to time, wondering what worried the pirate when the soft breeze suddenly turned brisk and cold. In no time Jack was standing upright, all drunkenness gone, and Will followed his look to see dark clouds cover the stars quickly. "All 'ands on bord, ye damn lubbers! 'og- tie all goods! Take care of the boom!" The rum was forgotten as everyone was heading to the yawls, accompanied by the captain's cursed commands. Will raced after the others, eager to prove that he was not just an ignorant novice. He performed all of his given orders swiftly but with articulate detail. In no time at all, the Black Pearl was prepared for the storm settling in. The crew was disturbed by how quickly the darkness engulfed them. Some of them panicked and threw themselves over the side of the ship. Through all of the madness, Jack commanded the workers. "Lis'en, mateys! Calm yerselves down. Jus' follow me orders!" To Will's utter surprise, everyone did as they were asked. It took only a few men to keep the ship going through the rain. "The rest of you lot can go below." Many of the mates, Will included, rushed to the stairs, eager to get below deck to eascape the rain. Blinded by the precipitation, he accidentally ran into a tall body. Will cursed silently to himself; it was Jack. He cringed, expecting to receive some serious verbal abuse. Instead, a loud laugh rang through the damp air. Jack helped him to his feet. "I've a story te tell ye. Meet me in me cabin." With a quick wink, he disappeared below the deck.