Isabelle jumped down from the crow's nest, still crying. But a fire raged within her. She started to bark out orders to the crew.
"All hands on deck! Now!" She shouted. Men came up, following her orders. Anamaria took to the wheel, a puzzled look on her face.
"Isabelle, what is going on?" she asked, looking at the distressed woman. She knew her secret. Isabelle had told her on one of their star watching nights.
"Nili took Jack. We have to find her. She's probably on Isola dei Morti…That is her domain," Isabelle said, looking into the distance. She disappeared into Jack's cabin. She opened a map and measured the distance. She swore loudly, coming back out.
"Go south, along the coast!" Isabelle shouted to Anamaria.
"The Isola dei Morti is just a day away. We must sail through the night if we want to save Jack!"
Isabelle looked for Will and Elizabeth. She saw Will and pulled him downstairs to the galleries. Elizabeth was there, cooking.
"I need to tell you something. I am an enchantress, a witch. I was the one who protected us from the navy, and made sure we did not get lost. I have an enemy, my old teacher who saw great power in me, and wanted to use me for evil. I ran away, of course, but she is still after me. She took Jack. We must go to her palace. It sits upon Isola dei Morti, or Island of Death," Isabelle looked flushed.
"She'll use Jack to bait me. There'll be a switch off. Will, you come with me, to insure that Jack gets back safely. I'll escape, somehow, but if I don't, I want you Elizabeth to look after Samuel," Isabelle's voice shook; tears welled up in her eyes.
"Promise me you will," she said. Elizabeth patted her on the back.
"I will," she promised. Isabelle nodded and returned to her bunk. She was going to need all her strength for this battle.