Inside his candle lit cabin Jack Sparrow was lost in thought, every time he thought about the fact that Mari was gone he felt this terrible weight and pain in his chest and also felt like he was going to be sick. In fact a couple of times he did heave out of the window. Why am I feeling like this? I barely knew the lass, and what was with that speech? He thought then looked down at his palm and realized he was still clutching the necklace. He opened the locket out of simple curiosity. What he saw surprised him; it was a picture of Will, albeit a lot younger, but it was still Will Turner, and another woman, whom he guessed was her mother. But why was Will's picture in it? Were they together? But then he thought about it, how much they looked alike and the pictures together. He soon figured it out, they were brother and sister. This was news to him but it was interesting and he had no real concern over it. Why should he? What worried him more was this feeling in his gut, like his insides had been twisted into a million tiny pretzel knots.
Meanwhile, in his cabin William Turner was in grievous shock, he had heaved up his inside about three hours ago and wasted any tears he had. Now all that was left was numb, cold hard shock and disbelief. What could he do now? He had just found his sister after years of thinking she was dead but now seeing her death was almost more than he could stand, and he felt responsible for it too. If only he had been more forceful, and got her to stay below deck, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Why did it have to happen to her? She was still young, and had had her whole life ahead of her still. She had still had time to change, to be a good respectable, tame woman. But not anymore, her wild antics had been the end of her. He buried his head in his hands, his mind flowing back to his childhood memories of his sister and mother, the happy times. The lost times.