The crew greeted all Elizabeth, Will and Jack. They rounded up the rest who were still 'pleasing' themselves on the island and set off. The threesome decided to go below deck and discuss their situation.

"Do you really think that it could work?" Will asked doubted

"She has a point Will."

Will was still skeptical. "Yes but it would take at least a week to get there and then when we do what would it be like?"

"Much colder than yer used to mate." Jack slurred with a smirk.

"Butcha know, I bet they're in dyer need of a good blacksmith." He said leaning across the table.

"Oh come on Will, we could have a fresh start there." Liz said touching his arm.

Will looked longingly into her eyes and saw how much she wanted to leave the Caribbean. He knew that it would be much safer outside of her father's jurisdiction.

"Yes, but Elizabeth that's exactly what it is- a fresh start. You wont have your money or your name to do the talking for you."

She still smiled and slightly leaned on him. "But I'll have you."

A huge grin crosses his young face, and took the place of concern. "Always love."

"Then its settled then?" Jack asked breaking the moment.

Will nodded. "Yes, we're going to America."

"Good"

Jack hopped up, ran up the stairs and jumped up to the wheel.

"To America boys!" he yelled excitedly

Annemaria who was standing off to the side, cleared her throat.

"Uh…girls." He stuttered, catching her glare.

Then the crew growled at him.

He threw up his hands. "People! People, we are going to America!"

he slouched down and swore under his breath."Bloody hell, you've got to be so damn politically correct around 'ere."

Elizabeth had gone below deck to catch up on her sleep that she lost last night. Will leaned against the side of the ship, looking out over the water. Jack came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Not having much luck lately are ye?"

Will looked at him over his shoulder and sighed.

"Jack I don't know what to do. Everyone seems to be against Elizabeth and I being together but you." He said with defeat.

"You're going to America, son. There are people there that are a lot worse off than you."

Will turned around sharply.

"What, is it dangerous?"

Jack laughed and gave a smug smile " Mate, either you are deafly afraid of danger or you really look forward to it."

In her room Liz was writing a letter to her father:

Drear Father,

By now you are probably aware that I am no longer in your household. Will and I have decided to elope. I am sorry if I put you through any strain and worry, I'm hoping that this letter will ease your mind, but you brought this upon yourself. I will be fine, don't worry; I have no doubt Will will take care of me. We'll contact you as soon as we feel it safe to return to Port Royale. I will always love you.

Your loving daughter,

Elizabeth Swann

Liz sniffled quietly and folded the letter then slipped it into her bag that she brought with her. She did love her father very much and knew how protective he was of her, especially after her mother died. But Elizabeth also loved Will too, and wouldn't let her fathers blinded wishes stand in the way of them being together.

She lay down on the bed in the corner of the room. She pulled the covers close to her chin and let sleep consume her tired body.

Will stayed up on deck for a few more minutes, then decided to sleep as well. He figured he was going to need it. Darkness was starting to fall on the lonely ship, Oranges and reds filled the sky and the wind started to die. Will slowly walked into his room he shared with Liz. He looked over at her sleeping form in his bed, slowly moving up and down with each breath. He smiled at her and took off his shoes and let his hair, then dropped his vest on the chair near the desk. He walked over to the opposite side of the bed and slowly crawled in, not wanting to wake her.

He settled in and laid his head down and closed his eyes. Just then Elizabeth began to stir. She rolled over towards him and wrapped her arm about his stomach.

"Mmm…Will I love you. Of course I'll marry you."

Will smiled and stifled his laugh. She was talking in her sleep.

She didn't say anything for a few more seconds, then she began to toss and her brow became furrowed.

"No! Let go of me! … Norrington let go, I don't love you, let go of me!" she cried

Her arms began to flail and she looked as if she was struggling.

"Will! Will!"

He turned and set up quickly, Will took her in his arms and held her close. Her eyes shot open and she heaved out of breath from the nightmare.

"Shh. Its all right now. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." He soothed her.

Will rubbed her back as she held on tight and her breathing slowed and she regained her composure.

Gibbs burst in the door, sword in hand.

"Are ye alright in here?" he asked breathlessly. Obviously from running the eight feet from his room next door.

"Whats going on? Who's in here?" He looked nervously around the room.

"Its alright Mr. Gibbs. Go back to bed, just a bad nightmare." Will replied with Liz still in his arms.

Gibbs cleared his throat.

"Uh…right…well, I'll be see'n ye in the morning." He sheathed his sword and staggered back to his room.

Will turned his attention back to Liz.

She was drying her tears from her now more calmed face.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry if I scared you." She was a little embarrassed.

"No it's alright. I liked comforting you." He said trying to make the moment a little lighter.

She smiled " I don't know why I got so scared. It was just a dream."

"Maybe it was too real."

"Yes, you're probably right. It was a nightmare, I was loosing you. I can't think of a worse thing that could happen to me."

He wrapped his arms back around her, pulling her into a hug. "You'll never lose me."

"I know." She looked down.

"But when Barbossa blew up the ship, and I thought you were dead, that was the worst moment of my life."

Will slightly shivered at the mention of Barbossa's name. He looked at Liz who was still seemed shaken.

A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she made no sound. Will hugged her tighter against him.

She quickly wiped the tear from her face. She didn't like to seem so weak, she wasn't, and Elizabeth was a strong person – not helpless like most women acted.

Will breathed in her ear then kissed her neck lightly.

"I'm here Liz. I'll always be here…sweet dreams love."

She kissed his hand that was wrapped around hers. Elizabeth closed her eyes and drifted to sleep…dreaming about Will- alive, with her, and a father.