Will could not bring himself to believe it. He could not bring himself to say the man's name. He stood instead, frozen in place, looking in the direction the voice came.

"Not the same, gentle, welcoming expression I was once greeted with," Barbossa said with a grin.

He stood and began to cautiously walk around the room. It was impossible for Will to be able to see where he was. His footsteps even seemed to fade, not causing a sound as he glided around, coming near Will several times.

"What do you want?" Will asked, after a brief pause.

"What makes ya think I want something?"

A loud cry was suddenly heard. It was Will's son, Michael, in the other room. Barbossa looked down the hallway and heard Elizabeth move to the room to get him.

"Will, what are you doing?" she called from the far room.

"Tell her nothing's wrong. Tell her to go back to bed," Barbossa said quietly to Will.

Elizabeth now came into the living room, holding Michael, and looked at Will.

"Nothing. I couldn't sleep. Go back to bed," Will said to her.

"Alright. I'm just going to get him back to sleep first."

With that, she disappeared into the darkness once more.

"You have a beautiful baby," Barbossa said incredibly friendly. Will wondered how he could possibly see so well in the dark.

"What do you want?" Will repeated.

"I can't pay a visit to the couple who nursed me back to health? Honestly, you make me out to be the villain."

"You're a selfish bastard who never gave a damn for anyone else."

Barbossa laughed quietly, which made Will uneasy.

"You are so much like your father, it is uncanny. But my boy," he said with a grin then suddenly held his sword blade to Will's throat, standing behind him so his face wouldn't be seen, "it was your father's speech that got him where he is now, and it is the same with you. Your tongue is the cause of your trouble."

Will gripped the hatchet, and the sword blade began to press harder against his skin. He knew Barbossa could sense every move he might make. He was like a bat targeting its prey by the movement it made, and that's what Will was at the moment: Prey to Barbossa.

"I wouldn't make any sudden moves, Mr. Turner. Why, this sword might slip from me hand and cut your throat wide open if ye do."

"What do you want!" Will asked quietly, but aggravated by not knowing what Barbossa had come for.

"Are soldiers that tortured me still around?"

"No."

"No?"

"They were sent to a different fort."

"Ah……what a shame. I would've loved to gut them and strung their insides around my ship."

Will's stomach wrenched at the thought of what that decoration might look like if it ever was to happen.

"How about reliable Norrington? Is he still around here?"

"He never left. He's still the Commodore."

"I should pay him a visit. Apologize for the damage I caused," he said mockingly. "So that brings me to my next question……." Here, Barbossa paused for a moment. Will was preparing himself for what kind of question it might be. "-…..Where is Captain Jack Sparrow?" he whispered into Will's ear. He spit out the title of Captain like it was a sour, unpleasant fruit.

Will was taken aback by the question. "Where is Jack?"

"Don't repeat me when I know god damn well ya heard me. Where is he? I know he has dropped around here a few times, correct me if I'm wrong."

"He has been here a few times. With his trustworthy crew."

"Damnit Will, don't make me kill you. I will with or without the information, and I prefer with. Don't insult me."

"He came here about a week ago. He was headed for Sebertha, Port Harper, then Tortuga. You should be able to catch him at Tortuga if you leave now."

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He removed the blade from Will's throat and backed away slowly.

"I have to go to the blacksmith's shop for something. Show yourself out, Barbossa," he said nervously.

Without thinking thoroughly through, Will walked to the front door and left, closing it behind him, leaving Barbossa alone in the house with his wife. Barbossa was too smart to believe the lie Will gave. He knew that he left to get soldiers from the Navy to come take him away. He snickered at this. And he would be damned if he left without paying a visit to the person who he came to trust almost completely: Elizabeth.