Treva noticed the change in Bill's demeanor almost immediately, though she withheld from saying anything about it. He was more quiet than he'd been before, and more distant from her and Meris during their daily chores and duties. The child would sometimes attempt to cheer him up, but it was to no avail. Bill would simply scowl slightly and turn away, or ignore Meris altogether.

When nights would come and the Flying Dutchman was to submerge itself deep into the water, Meris and Treva would stay up on a rotted lifeboat that was attached to the ship. It was essential she remembered to do this since no one else would remember to attached the lifeboat and get him onto it before it disappeared beneath the water, or the child would drown in the murky depths. While they were up on the boat being towed or hovering above where the ship had come to rest, they would both either sleep or speak quietly to one another. Treva knew they were safe since Davy Jones kept any dangerous sea creatures tamed around his ship, and thus they wouldn't be attacked when they were alone and vulnerable.

"Mommy…what do you think is wrong with Bill…?" Meris asked curiously, looking down through the waters to where the Flying Dutchman rested below. The faint shapes of the crew moving about could be seen moving across the surface of the ship.

Treva sighed and looked up at the stars; it was thankfully a clear night tonight and no sign of rain or a storm. "I'm not sure Meris, maybe something has happened we're not aware of…" she said thoughtfully, wondering herself what could have brought about such a drastic change in her only friend on board the ship. "I'm worried about him too Meris, but we need to remember that Bill might just want to be alone for a while…"

"But I miss helping him rig the fishing nets, or going up to the Crow's Nest with him at night, or helping him carry the crates and other things…" Meris said sadly, his light blue eyes threatening to well up with tears. "We used to talk a lot too, he'd tell me all his adventures back when he was a pirate on the Black Pearl…sometimes he even reminded me of daddy…" Treva stiffened a little when he said this, but didn't say anything. She just stroked his hair gently and hoped it would comfort him. "Maybe Bill just really misses his son right now…"

Treva nodded, deep in thought as she wrapped an arm around Meris and held him tight, hoping that he would fall asleep before he got himself too saddened to do so. She couldn't imagine being separated from her own son; even though she knew he disliked being on board the Flying Dutchman and the dangers he was faced with each day, the risks involved with trying to get him off board were too great for her to ever try. Davy Jones tended to keep his ship far away from any trace of land unless it was absolutely necessary for them to be; she knew the Captain was cursed with only one opportunity every ten years to walk on land, and thus he stayed away from it. And since any passing vessels ended up the Kraken's ravenous meals whenever they came too close, there was no chance of passing him off to someone else either. Treva was left with little else but the hope that she could either find a safer way to free him, or find a way to convince the Captain to let him go. But she saw lesser chance of her second option, since the Captain had tricked her into having her son trapped on board the ship in the first place.

When the day finally broke and Meris was still asleep in his now wet little room, Treva went looking for Bill and found him beginning to climb the rigging and masts up to the towering Crow's Nest that overlooked the entire ship.

"Bill, I need to speak to you about something…" she said, but Bill didn't even turn to face her as he responded with an almost annoyed tone.

"I don't have the time for idle talk…unless you haven't noticed, the Captain doesn't like it when we put off our duties…" he said, but Treva just began to climb after him as he continued upwards. The ropes were wet and slippery and she nearly fell at several instances, but she followed after him as best she could.

"Bill, I can tell something is wrong…that's why I'm trying to talk to you, I just wanted to make sure you're okay…"

"Well, take a good look at me then…I look okay to you don't I? As all right as anyone can be on this godforsaken vessel…"

Treva paused as she listened to him speak. "Listen to yourself Bill, your entire demeanor has changed. You used to be sad but…that was justified…now you seem more bitter than anything. Did something happen to you?" she yelped as she slid down a few feet but managed to regain her hold on the ropes. A few crewmen laughed below her and she glared down at them before she continued her ascent.

"What's happened to me is none of your concern Treva…" he spat slightly, grasping onto the bottom of the small platform that jutted out around the Crow's Nest. He put both hands onto it and hoisted himself up over it and the railing, crossing the small area and sitting down at the far end of it. Treva managed to make it up there but couldn't get the proper footing to get herself up onto it, and instead leaned over the railing looking at him confusedly.

"I don't understand Bill, I thought we were friends…you always listened when I had troubles or concerns, I just wanted to do the same for you…" she said gently, and for a moment Bill's usual sadness seemed to come back to the surface and he looked ready to speak honestly. But it was gone almost as quickly as it had come and just looked at her with faint aggravation.

"I don't have time to chatter…you should return to your own duties before the Captain sees your absent from the main deck…" he said, turning his head away from her and looking down at the ship with a blank gaze. Treva repressed the urge to keep pursuing what was wrong and just sighed, beginning a slow climb down towards the ship once again. It was even more awkward for her to go down since she had to resist actually looking down. She had a bit of a fear of heights and knew if she ended up stuck out of fear there wasn't anyone who was going to help her back down.

The moment she got down Meris immediately raced by her. "My turn to climb now mommy!" Treva grabbed onto his collar before he got too high and pulled him back down before he could continue, and the boy muttered angrily as she pulled him back down as gently as she could an unruly child. "Did you get a chance to talk to Bill mommy…?" he asked in all seriousness as she carried him away from the rigging.

"Yes, but…he's not in a good mood Meris, I think you should just stay away from him for a little while, okay…?" she said, but the boy just looked down sadly. "I know you want to help him Meris, I do too but…I don't think he really wants to talk or be around anyone right now…"

Davy Jones watched as Treva and Meris disappeared into the ship; he scowled as he turned and looked out to sea where they were headed. The waves were beginning to pick up in their ferocity, but he could sense there was calmer weather ahead. A perfect chance for them to spot a few more potential victims for the Kraken since any merchants or pirates would do what they could to avoid the forming storm. Still the prospect of this didn't counter entirely the sudden impatience he had towards Treva; he had thought that breaking Bill would not only have him succumb to the transformation, but get her to as well. He knew that Bill had been her only real ally on board this ship; perhaps he just needed to give it some more time before she finally did give in.

"Keep a lookout for any vessels that might appear…" Davy Jones hissed towards his right-hand man before he took the wheel at the Helm once more, steering the ship towards the clear skies that lied just beyond where the clouds were forming overhead. The winds were beginning to pick up and the waves crashed against the side of the ship as though they were attempting to pull it down and trap it there. Davy had always admired the tenacity of the storms at sea and how fierce they could be, though at some moments his own dark memories would surface…