In the newly lit room, Jack walked over to the door and noticed something. In his hurry to spend time with Jack's wife, Will had accidentally left the key in her cell door. Jack smiled to himself, shaking his head, and ran over and pulled it out, and then tried it on his lock. The door swung open. Jack quickly gnawed at the bonds on his hands, and after a moment the ropes fell to the ground.

"Jack! Jack!" A voice called from behind him. Jack jumped.

"Don't worry, Jack, it's just me!" Bootstrap said.

"Bill?" Jack asked, stepping closer again.

"What are you doing here?" Jack asked. "Where's the Pearl?"

"We're just far enough away so we're out of sight. Mr. Gibbs and I took a rowboat and came over. No one's seen us," Bootstrap said, "Everything's very calm up there on deck. They think we're given up and long gone. But they don't know us very well. I bet you if you go up there no one will see you," He paused, "Where's Elizabeth?"

"With your son, trying to seduce him," Jack said angrily, and Bootstrap's eyes looked confused, "So she can get the heart! But I think something's wrong," Jack said.

"Well go help her," Bootstrap said, quickly disappearing. Jack took that advice.

Back in the cabin, Will was not pleased.

"So you thought you could trick me, Elizabeth?" He said, angrily hovering over her. She didn't know what to say, so she quickly shook her head. He smacked her hard across the face, throwing the knife to the ground in a fit of anger. He took her by the shoulders and threw her across the room, knocking her unconscious. She landed a few inches away from the knife. He wiped off his hands and walked towards the door. When he opened it, Jack was there.

"Why, hello Will!" Jack said happily, and then he kicked him in the stomach, knocking him back in the room. Jack stepped inside and closed the door. He looked over and saw Elizabeth on the ground. He looked at Will, furious.

"No one hurts my Elizabeth," He said, punching Will in the face as he came up for air. Will countered with an elbow to Jack's jaw, knocking him backwards.

"Only you would send a woman to do a man's job," Will said, standing over Jack. Jack swept Will off of his feet, knocking him to the ground and kicking him in the stomach.

"I don't think it would have worked if it was I who wanted to seduce you," Jack said, looking down at Will. Will got up and pulled out his sword, and Jack looked to his right and pulled a sword off the wall that was previously hanging there. Will stabbed at Jack before he got the sword off of the wall, but pulled it off in time and blocked Will's sword right above his own head. Jack stabbed at Will's middle but Will dodged out of the way, and then they switched sides.

"I can't believe you actually thought she was going to leave me for you, Will. Tsk, tsk," Jack said, shaking his head.

"You won't be able to defeat me, Jack. I'm a different person from when we last fought," Will said, stabbing at Jack again.

"Oh, I can definitely see that, mate," Jack said. More blows were exchanged and both men switched sides again, gasping for breath.

"The second I'm done with you I'll have her all to myself. What fun it'll be, playing with little Elizabeth..." Will said, with an evil smile. Jack's face turned grave, his eyes dark, and he launched forward at Will. All the force he had put into charging forward caused him to stumble, and Will stuck out his sword, ready to remove Jack from his life forever. Elizabeth nudged Jack out of the way, and Will stabbed her at the same time as she stabbed the heart of Davvy Jones right through his shirt.

Will looked down into Elizabeth's eyes, shocked. She stiffly pulled the knife out of the heart and stumbled back a few steps, bleeding. Jack looked at her, horrified, and ran to catch her before she fell to the ground. Will hurriedly pulled the heart out of his shirt as Davvy Jones was heard screaming out on the deck, dying. The heart fell flatly to the ground, no longer beating. Will stepped back and fell against the wall, looking around confused.

"Jack?" He asked, his voice lighter. But Jack wasn't concentrating on him. He was concentrating on Elizabeth.