In the morning, Elsa woke early. Turning, she found the bed empty! Well, not entirely empty; on the pillow next to hers lay a single red rose. Also, there was a small scrap of parchment underneath it. Scrawled in neat pen were the words:

Elsa,
Forgive me for leaving you. You know I never would if I could help it. I'd rather spend every moment with you, holding you in my arms, never letting you go. I love you with all my heart. But my ship's in.
Yours Always,
Dominic

"I love you," she mumbled quietly. Then she got up from the warm bed reluctantly. "I suppose I'll have to be telling Miss Turner about this..." As she looked around the room, she saw a shirt draped hastily over the chair.
"That's not mine...? Oh. Right," she smiled, remembering last night. "He left his shirt. I guess I should keep it for him."
She slipped it on-over her shirt-and finished dressing, then headed up to the Swann mansion.
"Will?" she asked, sneaking into Danielle's bedroom by way of the tall tree she had climbed once before. "Will!"
"No Spaniards, bad Spaniards," mumbled Danielle in her sleep.
"Oh, Will!" Elsa said, exasperated. "Again with bloody Varga? Come off it mate." She threw the covers off Danielle and sat at the edge of the bed. "Gotta tell you what happened!"
"What, who, huh?!" Danielle mumbled, somewhat confused and unhappy. "Jack?" she croaked.
"No, it's Satan, come to take you down into my Plutonian universe-here's your sign!" she exclaimed with a southern accent.
"Hehe...Bill Engvall," Danielle yawned dumbly.
"Will!" Elsa said, slapping her friend on the arm.
"What?"
Elsa got quiet all of a sudden.
"What?!"
"I...uh...last night, I..."
"Oh, sure, that helps. What happened?" Danielle asked. "Hey where's Dom? Wasn't he here...somewhere? And why weren't you here last night? I was totally worried sick over you! Where were-who's shirt is that?" Her eyes widened suddenly. "Shit." she finished simply, staring at Elsa.
Elsa nodded her head and blushed furiously. "Shut up," she muttered, wringing her hands nervously and looking down at the mattress, but then looking away quickly.
"Whoa...you?" Danielle said, surprised.
"Yeah...me."
"Whoa."
"Yeah."
"So where is he? Did you leave him? Oh my God, Jack, you left him?" Danielle asked.
"No...he left me."
"Wh-?"
"No, not like that. Geez, I hate you. No! He had to catch his ship. He left a note...and a rose," she smiled and took out the piece of parchment.
As Danielle read it, Elsa pulled at the sleeves of Dom's slightly longer shirt. "Whoa," she stated absently. "I mean wow." She laughed slightly.
"Jack!" Danielle laughed. "Like I need to know! I can't believe you!"
"Grr..."
"So...was it how I said it was?" Danielle asked, blushing a little herself.
"Oh my God! No! I'm not answering that!"
"But-!"
"It's all your fault."
"What is? How?"
"I don't know, dammit! It just is!" she shouted stubbornly.
"And he looks like Pippin," Danielle stated after a while.
"Will!" Elsa screamed and buried her head in her hands in embarrassment. "So not funny!"
"I love watching you squirm."
"I hate you!" Elsa shrieked, turning even redder than before.
Danielle just laughed.

It was three months until the Pearl was docked in Port Royal again, and Danielle wasted no time in speeding down to the docks to find her friend.
Danielle ran up on deck and found Jack admiring the sails, Blackbeard at his feet. She walked up behind him.
"Jack?" she asked. "Have you seen Elsa?"
"No, haven't seen her all day, young Turner," he responded.
"Shoot," Will shrugged. "Where is that psycho?" she said quietly.
"Are you suggesting my Sparrow is crazy, Turner?" Jack said, raising his voice and turning around.
"No sir I, I," she stuttered.
She looked at the back of Jack's bandana shamefully. Wait a minute-Danielle could never see the back of Jack's bandana without looking up.
"Elsa?"
"I can't believe you aren't able to recognize your own friend, Turner," Elsa exclaimed, turning around and smiling.
"Sorry Jack! Holy crap, you just look and sound so much like him! And-" Then she stopped. "Oh, my God," she whispered.
"Shut up," Elsa said, raising her hand and bowing her head.
Elsa knew Danielle was about to comment on the kohl she was wearing around her eyes.
"You're wearing kohl!" Danielle screamed.
Elsa sighed and turned away from her. "Yes, I am. Extraordinary observation, Watson! Daft idiot," she whispered to Blackbeard.
He barked.
"Why?! Why are you wearin'..." Danielle asked, moving in front of her and staring hard at her eyes. "You look just like him," she whispered, amazed.
"Jack said it would protect my eyes and blah, blah, blah!" Elsa answered exasperated.
"So is this, like, a full time thing from now on?"
"No! You can't make me do this every day!"
"But you look like Jack!" She gasped suddenly. "What would Lena and Liz say?" She paused. "I really miss them. Don't you?"
"Yes, I do..."
Danielle gasped again. "What would Dom say?!"
"Oh my God no! No way!"
"You should wear it! It's fantastic!"
"Surely." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway! What're you up to, Will my boy?" Elsa asked, addressing the loose rigging.
"Do you have to call me that?" Danielle whined, running after her.
"Mm-hmm!" She began climbing up one of the rope ladders.
"Where are you goin'?" Danielle asked, looking up at her.
"Check the riggin' and sails! Come on!" Elsa yelled down.
"But I'm in a dress!"
"My God, you are!" she said continuing up. "Come on then!"
"Fine," Danielle grumbled, grabbing the rope and unsteadily hoisting her feet off the deck. As she climbed up farther, the ship listed in the water and, because of the weight of her dress, she slipped.
"Jack!" she shrieked.
Elsa took hold of a line and slid down to Danielle, who was clutching at the ropes fitfully.
"Will! It's all right, I've got you," she laughed, holding Danielle's arm. "This is why you will never wear a dress on my ship again." Thinking she sounded a whole deal like Jack, she finally managed to say, "Follow me."
Elsa kept close to Danielle as they climbed, and if Danielle got scared as the ship tossed or turned slightly, she would take hold of Elsa's boot.
When Elsa reached the top of the ladder, she stepped off to one of the mainsail timbers and steadied herself with another line.
"See Will? Not difficult at all," she smiled at her uneasy friend.
"Oh, no problem!" Danielle lied. "Jack, I swear I'm gonna fall."
"Well, if you fall, you'll land in the ocean. I sure hope you can swim...fast," she winked. "There are sharks down there, you know."
"Very funny-!" Before she could finish, Danielle accidently slipped again; This time off the yard arm and, just like Elsa said, she splashed into the ocean.
"Will!" Elsa sighed, before diving off the ship and landing near Danielle, who, because of the sudden impact of water, had passed out and slowly sinking under the water.
Elsa wrapped an arm around her unconscious friend and tried pulling her to the water's surface. But the dress Danielle was wearing proved too heavy for the pirate, so she found herself having to rip it off, letting it fall to the ocean's floor.
"Bloody stupid blacksmith!" Elsa gasped as she finally reached the surface. "Can't even fall into the water right; has to pass out on me. Lord," she sighed, then yelled up to the ship, "Jack! Help! Line if you would!"
Soon, a spare length of rope had been thrown over the side of the ship and down to them. Elsa wrapped an arm around her friend's waist and was hauled aboard.
"Come on, Will," Elsa mumbled, thinking of what to do. "Ah!" She thought of the movie and, after quickly pulling a knife from her boot, cut the corset of Danielle's dress off and tossed it to the side.
Danielle suddenly woke up, coughing and spluttering.
"Never would have thought of that," Jack laughed. "Wait-"
"Clearly, you've never been to Singapore," Elsa said, her accent a little stronger than normal.
"Actually-" he tried to correct.
"I know, I know; you have been to Singapore," she said, waving her hands in front of her. "Now help me get this blasted fool up!"
"I can walk, I can walk, you pirate!" Danielle managed to choke out. She was still breathing heavily. She tried taking a step. "OK, OK, may need a little help."
"I'm sure you would-help in the head maybe," Elsa thought, walking downstairs. "Why are you-" she glanced at her wet friend. "Alright why were you wearin' a dress anyway?" she asked. "Date with Ol' Jim?"
They were now in front of Elsa's cabin door.
"No!" Danielle yelled, defensively. "He's in Spain, with his fiance," she choked, a little more emotional than she would have liked.
"Actually, I'm not anymore," came a voice from behind the door. "I'm here." Jimmy walked out of the cabin, a broad smile on his face. "Danielle!"
The two hugged as Elsa leaned up against a wall, smiling herself.
"Why are you here, Jimmy?" Danielle asked, letting her suspicion get the best of her.
"Thanks to this bloody pirate! She and Jack shanghaied me from Spain, as they just happened to be there!" he laughed. The he suddenly look at Danielle. "Why are you all wet?"
"I...dove off the ship," she lied. "Jack here fell off. I had to save her."
"I could slap her, or I could go along with it," Elsa thought. "Oh, yes. I feel like a complete fool, falling off the mizzen timbers like that. What a fool I was..." Elsa continued, trying to hold in her laughing fit as she ascended the stairs, leaving the lovebirds alone.