"Are you sure it'll work for you? You don't have a lady friend or any of that?"
"Even if I did, which I don't, she wouldn't be as important as Will," He said, holding out his hand. Jack reached into Elizabeth's pocket and pulled out the compass, handing it to the elder William Turner. He took it and watched the arrow spin, then finally settling itself.
"Mr. Gibbs!" Jack yelled, looking down at the arrow's direction, "We have our heading!" Gibbs ran over and smiled, hearing those words he oh so loved to hear. Jack turned to Elizabeth, who was smiling up at him. He then turned back to Bootstrap.
"Bill... this is my wife... Elizabeth," He said, hoping the father wasn't as angry as his son had been. The thoughts went out of his head when he saw him smile, and take Elizabeth's hand in his.
"It's very nice to meet you, my dear," Bootstrap said. Elizabeth smiled genuinely.
"And you," She said, and he let go of her hand.
"Bootstrap, I must say, you look a lot better without that sea life eating you alive," Jack said, reeling at the thought of how Bootstrap used to look.
"I feel better without it, too," He said. Then, he sighed. "I've failed my son once again," he said.
"How did you two wind up getting separated?" Elizabeth asked him.
"We had pulled into a port to replenish our supplies, and the next thing I knew I saw Will taking off without me. He wanted to get at Jones so badly. I stayed on the island to wait for Will, and then a few weeks later some of Jones's crew captured me, and informed me of my son's situation." He took a moment, the pain and concern obvious in his face. Jack stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.
"We're going to find him, Bill," He said. Bootstrap nodded his head. "We'll make a place for you downstairs."
"Thank you, Jack... for helping me and my son," He said. Jack nodded his head and showed him downstairs, saying something about giving him the bunk he used to have in the old days. Elizabeth watched the two walk together, and smiled sadly to herself. A few moments later, Jack returned, walking over and wrapping an arm around her.
"I'm glad to have him on board," Jack said, looking out into the distance.
"As am I... "She said, trying to find the words. "He'll help us find Will," She finally said, sighing. Jack rubbed her back, trying to keep her from getting perturbed, even though it was probably too late for that. She was tired of this whole situation, and just wanted to save Will from his terrible fate. Jack wanted to do the same.
"Elizabeth..." Jack said, turning his body towards her. She was still staring off into the sea. "Look at me, love," he said. She did so, blushing. He laughed lightly at this, marveling at his affect on her.
"We're gonna get through this, savvy? You have nothing to worry about. Good Ole Jack is here, and he's coming to Mr. Turner's rescue," He said, leaning in and kissing her cheek. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his chest. He draped his arms around her, running his hands slowly across her back.
"I'm just worried about him, Jack," She said, and then she looked up at him slightly, wondering about the silence that had come between them. "Don't be jealous," She murmured. He pulled back, keeping his hands on her shoulders.
"Me? Jealous?" He pulled her to him again, kissing her forehead. "Never."