They had gathered at the armory where they could command the searching parties while equip the men with their best guns. The storm outside was raging furiously and inside, only a dim light provided a soft glow and warmth for the men. The governor was pacing madly while Will merely covered his eyes with his own shaking palms. Norrington kept badgering his own brainless men for updates from the shore. "Two ships came to the port tonight, sir," his second in command reported. "We identified one as the…Black Pearl, but the other flew a pirate's flag of a different color."
"Two pirate ships at my dock?" the governor muttered uneasily, "Commodore, are there not watchmen protecting the shores?"
"Of course, sir," Norrington explained, "this merely is a…"
"I don't care! We need ships! Call them all back in, we're going to the sea to find my grandson!" Another redcoat stumbled through the trembling door, soaked.
"Quite a storm out there!"
"What do you have, Thompson," Norrington snapped.
"Oh, yes, sir! We caught that pirate trying to swim to the crags in this storm; says he don't know much about any kidnappings, though!" Will turned, rushing to take the thin messenger by the shoulders.
"You said you caught Captain Sparrow?"
"Why, yes Master Turner! In the cell right now as we speak! All lonesome in such a storm!" Will faced the two again with newfound inspiration.
"Governor, sir, I ask that you and the Commodore leave tonight. This storm is sure to pass and it only gives those who have taken my son a quicker escape." The governor nodded, motioning for the order to be carried.
"Wait," Norrington stopped, "what about you?" There was a pause as glances shifted between officials concerning Will's request. "What are you planning?"
"My ship has apparently taken leave with the weather, and it appears as if my captain is currently being held in jail," Will quickly replied. The commodore strode forward to watch the blacksmith's eyes, voice lowered to a rushed hiss.
"Are you implying that you wish to sail with the very sort that very well kidnapped your son?" he asked, nearly spitting the words.
"It is the fastest ship the sea has ever carried," Will said, stepping aside to face the governor. "Release Captain Sparrow and he will find Ja—John Michael." The governor began to consider the idea.
"Governor," Norrington pleaded, "you cannot do this!" Suddenly, the doors swung open and the cold winds rushed in. A cloaked figure swept into the room with only a shadow to it. They each grabbed their pistols, Will fashioning his own sword, while the figure shook free its settled rain. "Who are you?" the commodore ordered, "You are not welcome here."
"Well, I knew that." Each of their strained eyes doubled in size at the harsh, feminine voice coming from underneath the hood. It was thrown back to reveal a fevered and raving Elizabeth, ringlets dripping and cast over her pale face. Will, of course, was most alarmed.
"Elizabeth!"
"YOU!" she shouted, storming forward and thrusting a finger into the terrified face of her husband. "I can't believe you would leave me at home while you run off all over this forsaken country to find my very own child!"
"Elizabeth, darling…"
"Don't you start with me!" she snarled in a tone that caused Will to cower and even Norrington to shrink at. "I woke up to a room full of blithering maids when the last thing I could remember was crying so hard I thought my stomach would cave upon itself! How was I supposed to sit at home and let you brainless morons go and find my baby! I will not have you doing anything concerning our son without my full and present knowledge, William Turner!" There was silence except for her furious panting. Will finally began to breath again and nervously blinked.
"I don't believe I've seen this side of you in a long time," he muttered. She drew her lip tight and turned to her father.
"Father, where is Captain Sparrow being held?" Governor Swann was equally shocked at the outburst and merely lifted a finger towards the jail. "Commodore, you and the fleet will start tonight while Will and I find the Black Pearl."
"Elizabeth," Norrington stammered, "I…I think that you would best be of service at home, where…"
"I WILL find my CHILD!" They scattered to collect their crews. Will was still left with a dropped jaw. "Will, do NOT stand there! We're going to find Jack! Both of them! I need both of my pirates!" She clenched his coat and dragged him back to the clearing rain. He shook the shock from his thoughts and matched her stride with a new found vigor. He was a pirate once more.