Elizabeth was stood by the window. She looked perfect to Will, just like a woman in a painting, with her pale cheek leaning against the glass, her bright eyes scanning the horizon with just a hint of worry, her heavy dark blonde hair pinned loosely up off her neck.

"Elizabeth," Will smiled, walking across their inn room.

She looked at him, and smiled softly. "I didn't know you were watching me."

"It's very soothing," he murmured, slipping his arms around her waist. She was dressed in a simple green dress, and the fabric brushed softly against his bare wrists. Will was wearing his usual attire of shirt and trousers.

"Oh, Will," Elizabeth whispered.

He caught her lips in a soft kiss, but he could sense her sadness. He pulled gently away, but still held her tenderly, looking intently into her eyes. "What's wrong, Elizabeth?"

"I'm just a bit shocked that we actually did it," she admitted. "I can't believe we've left. I thought it was folly, one of those things we would say but never do. And now everything's a nightmare. We expected to find Jack or Tara here, and then they could help us get a place to live."

He kissed her nose. "Come on. This is what we both wanted. A life away from Port Royal, a life in Tortuga."

She nodded, and a small smile graced her face. "I have all I need right here."

They kissed again. Will grinned as they broke apart.

"Any other problems?"

"It's raining," Elizabeth said, turning back to the window.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head. She gave a small noise of happiness. There was a knock on the door, and the owner of the inn, a red-head named Rosemary walked in.

"Mornin'," she smiled, cocking her head.

"Not an all too fine one," Will sighed, looking at the rain.

"Hmm," Rosemary agreed. "Can I get yer anything?"

Will shook his head, but Elizabeth spoke. "What do you know of Jack Sparrow? The Black Pearl?"

"More than is prob'ly wise," Rosemary replied.

"Do you know when he'll be back?" Elizabeth asked.

She shook her head. "Nope. Las' I saw o' him, he was kidnapping one of me mates."

Elizabeth frowned thoughtfully. "Have you heard of Tara Waller?"

Rosemary's eyebrows arched. "Aye, it was her he kidnapped."

Elizabeth gasped. Will's grip on her tightened.

"I wonder what they've gotten themselves into this time," Will sighed.

Elizabeth's eyes widened as she looked at the sea out of the window. "Well, we'll soon know. The Pearl is on the horizon... with another ship in tow."

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Tara was curled up on Ben's bed, tears still rolling down her cheeks after exactly a day, her eyes stinging. The pain paled into insignificance compared with that of her heart. The past day had passed quickly and rather uneventfully, save for Jack tossing Ana overboard, and Ben slapping Jack, but Tara knew nothing of either of these events.

Ben walked in, and looked at her sadly. "We're nearly at Tortuga."

"Good. Rose will take me in," Tara sniffed. "I'll never have to see anything of Jack or my father again."

"Yer surely don't think Jack is as bad as yer father?" Ben asked.

"They both betrayed me," Tara replied.

Ben sighed sadly. Then he turned and left the sobbing girl in peace.

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Elizabeth, Will and Rosemary were waiting at the docks. The Keychain and the Pearl had just anchored beside them. Jack swaggered off the Pearl suddenly, his expression one of extreme drunkness and extreme sadness.

"Jack!" Will called, waving, but Jack strode straight past, heading up to the inns.

"Jack?" Elizabeth called after him, but Rosemary shook her head.

A man leapt from the Green Keychain; it was the captain, Ben Rogers, who nodded politely at them, but headed off after Jack. Then, Tara came down. She looked awful, her face pale and tear-streaked, her shoulders shaking with grief. She stumbled towards them, when suddenly her knees gave way, and she fell to them. Will grabbed her under the arms and lifted her, supporting her.

"Back ter the inn, I think," Rosemary said.