"Well what on earth do you plan to do?" Norrington asked, using a cloth to shake off the water in his hair. His nerves were more than shot but somehow he always was able to find the strength to keep himself calm and composed. He could not say the same for his impatient companion.

"We go after her." Will paced back and forth in Norrington's old office. There was little in the room save for a desk and a couple of chairs. Norrington's replacement had yet to arrive and the lack of Norrington's papers and such put a whole in Norrington's stomach. Will was unaware of everything; he was too focused on Elizabeth's situation.

"How would you propose that? We've tried this before and it was you and that pirate before. We don't even know who these criminals are."

"We have their bearing do we not?" Will chewed a finger and continued pacing.

"We know they are traveling due north, but their exact bearings no." Will glared at Norrington, who then said, "I apologize if I didn't ask as they threatened to drown us all once we lost sight of Port Royal. God forbid we survived."

"This isn't about you, this is about Elizabeth." Will stopped and looked out the window. "We still have a ship."

"Yes, but that one is far too inadequate for a proper pursuit."

"Is it fast?"

Norrington sighed and rose from his chair, laying the cloth on the cherry wood. "Yes."

"Then what's the problem?" It was clear the blacksmith was angry and how much longer before he snapped, Norrington couldn't tell.

"That ship compared to the Dauntless is chicken feed. The Loyal Gale has only a third of the dauntless' gun and ammunition capacity in addition to being only a fraction of the size. If the pirates have any idea how to handle any ship, which I have the distinct feeling they do, anyone who attempts a pursuit in the Gale will be blown to the depths before any sort of retaliation can occur."

"And you will just stay here and accept the fact that it was you who caused Elizabeth's death," Will spat out. He glared at the Commodore with daggers and the Norrignton returned the look, a bit cooler perhaps but with no less malice.

"Mr. Turner, I have tolerated this nonsense quite far enough. It is clear you have no respect for what I have tried to do for you-"

"For trapping Elizabeth on the Dauntless. For doing nothing when she is in complete and utter danger. You do this out of spite!"

"Mr. Turner that is quite enough!" Norrington thundered. Will took a step back, unused to Norrington raising his voice so completely. "Despite the fact that I dislike you to the very core of my being, I am insulted that you would believe me so cruel as to take out my anger on Elizabeth! I would do no such thing!"

They stood in silence for minutes. It was Will who finally broke it. "Then help me."

Norrington took a heavy breath.

"The Loyal Gale is setting sail after the Dauntless," Will informed the Commodore. "Whether it be with or without you."

Norrington approached the boy and stood just inches away from his face. "There need not be any threats, Mr. Turner." Norrignton's voice chilled in the whisper. The Commodore turned and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" Will asked bitterly.

Norrington ignored the question. "Quickly pack what things you may need, blacksmith...we're leaving within the hour and I will not wait for you to return to the docks to set sail."

When the Commodore had left, Will took a long determined look out to sea, before he rushed back tot he shop, grabbed a newly crafted sword and a dagger, and rushed to the Gale. Norrington watched him come aboard. They were ready to go only five minutes after that.

Isla de Muerta

"Now I know this is part of the deal," Jack said throwing the ropes aside, "But I have to ask why on earth I've let you come here first."

"I'm a hunter Jack," Shilo told him as she entered the shrine of gold and gems. "I need to see if there is anything at all you may have missed."

"Look, I've already told you. The only people who knew this place are either dead or on my ship."

"And yet someone else has the gold. Yeah, I trust your information."

Shilo stalked towards the center of the cave. "This it?" She asked as she approached the chest.

"Don't touch anything..." Jack tried to warn, but Shilo had already heaved the lid open. Jack cringed and beared his teeth in a mock smile. "And you say that Barbosa and his crew had access to this cave?"

"Yea...and that bloody monkey of his."

Shilo's head snapped up. "What?"

"Barbosa had a bloody monk-"

"I know Barbosa had a monkey, Sparrow."

Captain, Jack thought, Captain.

"You don't think that after all these years I've lost my contacts did you?" She rushed down and stared him right in the eyes. "Did anyone see that flea bag after you shot Barbosa?"

"Um..."

Shilo grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him off his feet.

"Not that...not anyone that I know, no."

She rolled her eyes and dropped Jack onto the floor.

"I can't believe this," she muttered, then rose her voice in anger. "I've been hired to track a bloody MONKEY!"

Leaving Jack rushing in her wake, Shilo hustled to the row boat. With a smack upside the head, Jack rowed them back to the awaiting Pearl.