Anamaria was furious that she had lost him. 'Damn that Jack Sparrow,' she thought, 'he needs to be leashed to the Pearl to keep him out of trouble.'

She had in fact searched several taverns to no avail. She didn't have Jack's taste in pub's either, which did little to help the matter, but she finally came to one that instantly made her think of her idiot captain and she uneagerly stepped in.

The usual blundering boobs floundered around in their drinks. Whores everywhere, most of them about as pretty as their male counterparts. The whole display was quite sickening. In the middle of it all was Jack gripping his forehead with a pint in hand...and one of the only pretty women soothingly stroking his cheek.

Rolling her eyes, Anamaria pulled her hat low over her brow and walked over to the bar. She was about to order a drink when a high pitched squeal shot bullets into her brain. She turned to see what on earth could create such a pathetic sound-

"JACK!" Anamaria hollered as she rushed forward, drawing her dagger. 'What is he thinking?'

She swung her dagger just in time to meet Jack's sword, the other woman cowering in fear. Jack turned his blank expression on Anamaria.

"Jack, snap out of it!" She said, for the first time actually concerned about Jack's mental health problem. He pulled his sword out of her block and was preparing, she knew, to strike at her. She punched him and he fell.

Anamaria shook her head at the unconscious Jack and looked up.

Her jaw dropped.

"You..." she muttered cynically under her breath. Then she noticed what the creature was holding.

It ran.

"Stupid monkey," Anamaria grunted as she chased after it.

A TRADERS SHIP

It wasn't easy finding a trading ship heading to Tortuga from Port Royal, but with a bit of eavesdropping and trickery, Will had found it. The captian had originally wanted twenty shillings for the passage, but again, Will had managed to negotiate it to nine, by claiming he would help with sails. He did, but the work was far from difficult. Now he was able to just wait.

And worry.

He hated leaving Elizabeth. Dreaded it. Loathed it. The knot in his stomach had only grown since he left, knotting every muscle.

Even the sea churned his stomach. He gasped as a hot flash over took his body.

"This is getting out of hand," he told himself. He stumbled back slightly when a headache exploded in his brain. He clenched his jaw and eyes shut as he tried to massage the pain away. Then he heard her distant voice.

"Will..."

Despite the pain he opened his eyes and searched for her.

The ship was aflame. The crew were demons.

Coughing in shock, Will whirled back around to the side of the ship. The ocean was a sea of lava and distantly, above a cave of flame and ash, stood Elizabeth, chained to the rock walls, bleeding and in agony.

In a moment, everything was gone. Except for the tension the heavy breathing, everything was gone. Will spun, making sure that everything was back to normal, and excepting the confused stares everything was...and Elizabeth was nowhere in sight.

He leaned up against the rail with both hands and focused on trying to steady his breathing. 'It was just a-'

"That wasn't a dream William."

Dropping his head, he recognized the voice. He turned.

"What was it then?" He asked Dominuma.

She approached him and stood beside him, looking out to the water.

"Hell," she stated matter of factly.

Will swallowed, the pit of fear in his stomach suddenly growing.

"Is that where...where," he tried to ask.

"No, Elizabeth isn't there yet." Dominuma soothed. "What you saw, was where she is being sent to...and where you are being sent right now."

"What?!"

"You are William Turner, son of William Bootstrap Turner, the one who took the Aztec Gold, the gold that is now hunting everyone who ever held the medallion, Will you are on Cortez's list."

"But Elizabeth didn't take one."

"Elizabeth had it when she wasn't supposed to...for ten years. She has a direct link, even a red flag because of it. The gold is separated from you by a death, first it must conquer that, before it can drive you into a state similar to Elizabeth. And with a vision like the one you just had, it looks like its not too far off."

Will tried to understand, but everything just became a big swirling vortex of craziness. "How much time do I still have."

"It depends. How long can you fight it?"

Will exhaled. "Great."

"Well that's encouraging."

"Can't you stay and help me then? You criticize me but you don't stick around."

"I can't stay. The only way I can talk to you is by taking time away from someone else. Right now I'm the captain of this ship and I can't and will not steal people away from their lives. First of all that's violating free will and I loose my power. That and I can die."

"But you're a God." He yelled then corrected himself. "Goddess."

"But even we have our limits. You're on your own as far as the journey goes. I can only direct you," she said as she backed off the rail.

"Then tell me where am I supposed to GO?!"

"Umm..." an old man's voice said. Will turned around to face the ship's captain. "I'm sorry," the captain said. "I'm not sure if I said anything that insulted you...I didn't think I said anything, really."

"Sorry, I was talking to myself," Will tried to explain.

"Oh." The old man nodded, very confused, and attempted a smile before walking off.

"She needs to tell me when she does that," Will muttered under his breath as he turned back to the sea.