Will anxiously set down his tools. Another day had passed and Elizabeth had not gotten any better. Will didn't want to leave her alone for very long and had rushed much of his work. Luckily, he hadn't made big enough mistakes that his employers would notice.

He threw his tools aside, not bothering to put them completely away and threw his apron over the empty chair. Mr. Brown had left already. Will rushed to the door, lifted the lock, and...

"What are you doing?"

Will jerked back to prevent himself from tripping over the woman. His eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Why are you still here?" She asked again. Though he still just stared, she continued. "Do you not realize what's going on?"

Somewhat over his near heart attack, Will managed to say, "What?"

The woman ignored him. "You're running out of time. Elizabeth won't last."

Will stopped himself from asking again 'what are you talking about' when the woman spoke of Elizabeth. The grave seriousness of the woman's words frightened him. Who was she?

He took but a moment to look at her. She was tall he realized. They saw eye to eye though he was standing on the second step of the shop; thin and elegant despite her commoner's cloths. Her eyes were near black, as was her hair which was short, barely curling round her chin.

"You don't know what I'm talking about do you?" she finally concluded with a sigh and a shake of the head. "Follow me, I will do the best that I can." She saw the reluctance in his face as he glanced up to the Governor's mansion. "You cannot help her by simply being present. If you want to save her, you need to follow me."

It was a close decision, but Will finally agreed.

The pair walked down to the docks, then past them to the shore line. The area was deserted, but still the woman continued. It was precisely at the moment Will was going to ask where they were headed when she finally stopped. Port Royal was off in the distance, no one present but them.

"I am Dominuma," the woman finally said. "I know you have never heard of me, many have not. You don't need to ask any questions. I can only say what I can as clearly as I can." The sun was setting over the horizon and when she turned towards him, the sun profiled her figure, making it difficult to see her face.

"You're world is under an evil eye. I cannot tell you whose. Elizabeth is the key to his power, and you cannot protect her here. The same spell that overtook your blood has arisen again this time...in one named Jack."

Dominuma nodded when recognition showed on Will's face. She continued. "The curse through Jack has the ability to walk among men. It seeks its minions by the blood shed for the curse and sustains it with its gold. The curse knows Elizabeth and so seeks her, but because she does not hold its gold he cannot claim her spirit yet. This is why she is ill. She is in a battle, her soul against his." There was a long pause. "She will fail."

Will tried to say something, but Dominuma stopped him with one wave of her hand. "The only way you can protect her, is to return the old curse to the chest. To do that you must find Jack and force the return of his peice. That will prevent any harm to Elizabeth and you."

Faster than Will could ask 'what about me?' The woman placed her hand on his forehead. The world spun but when Will opened his eyes again, he was back at the shop, the sun not yet touching the horizon. Trying to control his breathing, Will looked around, but could find no sign of the woman. Confused and more pessimistic than ever, Will slowly headed to the Governor's mansion where he learned that Elizabeth had been slipping in and out of consciousness. It was indeed a failing struggle.

Singapore

Anamaria once again watched as the crewmen galloped on shore. Another port to them meant another bank to raid, another woman to fondle and another drink to chug. It was sickening.

It was later in the evening, and so naturally Jack Sparrow headed towards one of the more rowdy bars. The lighting was poor, the floors stained with beer and rum, and the tables and chairs were old and beaten. It had indeed been a long time since he had come to this Port, and he wasn't really sure why.

A woman stood amongst a crowd of drunk men. Jack noticed that none of the gents were even remotely as nice as he was. Nice looking anyway.

He made no effort to pretty up his walk as Jack approached the crowd; he didn't feel he needed to. "Now, now, fellows," Jack started to say, "There is no need to crowd around this nice lady friend...why don't you all go back to your drinks."

There was some mumbling, but the drunks were so disillusioned by their alcohol they obeyed. The woman turned around confused and frustrated at lost business expecting to find some new sailor who thought he was hot stuff. However, once she got a good look at Jack, her eyes narrowed for a moment. Jack smiled at her and her eyes widened.

What felt like a ton of bricks slammed up against Jack's face when she slapped him. After the initial daze caused by the blow, he thought. "Now, I can't remember if I deserved that one..." he mumbled trying to think back to the last time he was here.

"You!" The blonde said angrily. "I must admit, I had not thought I'd see the likes of you here. Not after that you pulled."

"I don't know what you mean love," Jack said. This woman was too young to have seen him ten years ago. By the looks of her, she was not near thirty. "I don't remember seeing you before."

"No..." She said hands on her hips, "but I remember you clear enough. I was eighteen then, you fake, you do indeed remember. You may have not seen my face but I saw you run out of the confessionary and got a clean look at you once the reds came through."

Confessionary...Jack winced in realization, he tried a smile. "Oh that...well um...I didn't tell anyone your little secret or anything...Besides...I don't remember who you did...that...to...anyway."

So filled with rage, she slapped him again.

"I deserved that...But you don't know how hard it is to be a cleric..."

Again he was slapped.

Weakly, he smiled, pointing to the door. "I think I'll just go."

The woman jutted her hip to one side and racked her fingers across her thigh, when Jack finally turned around, she turned back to the drunks, who had paid little to no attention to the scene. Jack walked back out and sighed. "Guess ten years isn't enough for forgiveness...or repentance." Absent minded, Jack hobbled to the next bar.

Though Anamaria had not seen the encounter, she had seen a rather sober Jack exit a pub within three minutes of entering. Not quite sure if it would be safe for Jack to be wandering the streets of Singapore alone undrunk, she decided to follow him. She walked down the gangplank.

She didn't see the creature following her.