Jack was bored. Really bored. Will still hasn't come back yet, and the gunshots he heard last night had shook him, but after a few hours he'd Calmed down a bit. He knew Barbossa. If Will was dead, Barbossa would have put him back in his cell, to scare Elizabeth. To have her husband dead beside her would kill her, and Jack too. The night had been hard. They both couldn't sleep, because of the storm that kept rocking the ship violently. But Barbossa, or anyone for that matter, hadn't come down to check on them. He wondered what was going on.

*** Up on deck, Will was awake. The storm had taken its toll on the ship. Things had been knocked over, including Will. He must have curled up in his sleep. The cold, the wind and the rain had all rolled in together to form mild hypothermia. He was freezing cold, and even though it was daytime, the sun wasn't out to warm him up. Barbossa came striding out onto deck.

"Have you had time to think, young Master Turner?"

"Yes."

"And what have ye decided?"

"I didn't do anything! We were only talking! Is that a crime?"

"Well no, Master Turner, but I think I'll be puttin' a stop to it all the same."

Will was untied by a woman that he'd never seen on the Pearl before, and carefully helped up.

"This is Monday, a little worker here on the Pearl. She'll escort you downstairs and get you settled, then I'll send the lads down to sort that little talking problem you have out."

And with that, Barbossa went inside his cabin and closed the door.

"I'm Monday. Hi." She said, in the gentlest of voices.

"Hi, I'm Will. Nice to meet you." He said, hoarsely.

"I knew there were prisoners on the ship but I didn't know they were so good looking,"

He smiled and laughed.

"Lets get you downstairs."

She held on to him firmly but gently, and helped him down the stairs one at a time; Elizabeth stood up when she saw him.

"Will!"

Monday smiled at Elizabeth, who smiled back.

Monday got Will to his cell and very gently and slowly sat him down on the floor. She went out of his cell and into a dark corner and came back carrying four blankets. She put one over Will, and reached behind him and opened a small door in the side of the wall. She put a blanket inside.

"These are special holes in the side of the ship," she said. "There's a small space between the side you see and the out side. You can hide blankets in the holes and get them out when you're cold. They were built encase any of the ships crew were ever held down here- but the ship was never attempted to be taken over so they were left unused."

She squeezed a blanket through the bars of Elizabeth's cell, and pointed out to her where the side of the door was. She did the same for Jack. Jack had just closed the door when two pirates came down the stairs.

"Hey, who said he was te' 'ave a blanket?"

I did. If he dies of Hypothermia he'll be no use to you, will he? It's only for a few minutes.

"We've been given strict orders te' gag him and make sure ye lot de none of that talking fingy,"

"I'll do it when I'm finished." Said Monday.

"Well just make sure ye do, or you'll be for it, the rest of 'em."

Monday said nothing, and waited for them to go back upstairs.

She went over to Will and checked on him. He was getting warmed up. She whispered to him that she'd have to tie him back up and put a gag on but she'd make it really loose.

She grabbed some rope from the side of the corner and loosely put it around Will's red and raw hands but tight enough that she could pass it off that she wasn't strong enough to do it any tighter. She got a clean piece of cloth from a towel to make a change from the dirty cloth the pirates used and put it around Will's mouth, checking that it was comfortable and not too tight.

She closed Will's cell door gently as he'd fallen asleep only a couple of seconds ago.

"Are you all comfortable? I'll sneak some leftovers down tomorrow, even a little wine if you're all very lucky,"

Elizabeth got up and went to the door of her cell. "Thankyou" she said. "Tis a pleasure to serve such nice people, madam."

And with that she went upstairs, leaving Will comfortable and warm, Elizabeth happy and Jack, well normal. As normal can be when its him.