As soon as the storm had settled Jack made the Black Pearl sail on, hoping for harmed merchant ships. Standing in the cool breeze, the helm firmly in his hands he watched the horizon as if mesmerized. One of the seldom moments he didn't talk or stagger or wave around. It suited him well, Will thought to himself, throwing a last glance at his captain, looking ever so spectacular, before he went under deck to get some rest in his cabin.

"Tortuga?" "Aye, Tortuga, me lass," Jack answered. Gaining a glare from Annamaria, he corrected himself: "Bonny mate. Tortuga. Shoul' spend all tha fine gold somewhere, shouldn' we? Women, rum an' music all aroun'. If only all places would be like Tortuga." She rolled her eyes and walked away whilst he lost himself in his fantasies.

Will laid in his stiff cot, attempting to get some rest. It didn't take him long to figure out that his efforts were all in vain. Quietly, he crept up onto the main deck to stare up at the stars. He felt so incredibly small under the infinite night sky on the endless sea; it was as though he were the most minuscule fiber on the planet. His mind wandered and replayed the actions of the day. Jack Sparrow's face was etched into his mind, but he was unable to distinguish what it was about him that made him so memorable. Just as the thoughts drifted through his mind, they were gone again, floating away on the salty mist. He shook his head slightly. Despite the fact that he knew sleep would evade him for the rest of the night, he returned to his hard bed and closed his eyes.