"Why, helloooooo, you fine men," Will batted his eyes from beneath the thick eye shadow that Jack had put on him. He raised his voice several octaves in a ridiculous attempt to sound like a woman. He gingerly touched the arm of one of the men, who nudged his friend in the ribs and laughed.

Am I really that ugly a girl? Will was hurt for a second before he shook it off and adjusted the rags that were stuffed in the front of his dress to give him a chest and make him look like a woman.

"I say, do any of you strong men know anything about the murder of a Ms.-" He looked at the notes he had scribbled on his hand. "Ms. Marie Radford? Do you know anyone who might have done that?" he batted his eyelashes again.

"What are we supposed to know?" the man with a goatee asked gruffly.

"Well, do you happen to know who might have wanted to frame a Captain Sparrrrrrow?" Will went on, drawing out his r's.

"Yeah!" one of the men with dark brown hair exclaimed. "Everyone this side of the town!" Everyone around them broke into hearty laughs, except for Will, who fumed under his powdered blush.

"Well, if you're not going to help me-" he cried indignantly.

"Well, if you're not going to put out-" one of the men interrupted.

"What!"

"Ain't you a whore?" the man with the dark brown hair asked impatiently.

"I most certainly am not!" Will replied indignantly.

"Right. What's your name, whore?" the man with the goatee asked.

"I'm not a whore! And my name is-" Will thought quickly. "Willa. It's Willa."

"Well, git on out, then Ms. Willa." he turned Will around and slapped him in the but to get him moving.

Will hiked up his skirts and left the bar. He knew it had been a stupid plan, but dressing up as a woman was the only way to talk to men. He was trying to weasel out any information that be used to clear Jack's name. So far, he hadn't come up with anything.

"Hey, baby! Looking for a little money?" a man from the street called out.

Will's ears turned red as he ignored the comments. He passed another bar and met a very drunk looking Radford, with bloodshot eyes and breath that smelled like alcohol. He stumbled out into the street and threw up, then turned to Will. His eyes widened as he saw the dress, red hair, and dark brown eyes.

"Sc- Scarlett?" he called out. "Sc- Scarlett? C-come b-back t-to haunt m-m-me?" He turned and ran towards Will. If he had been sober, he would have recognized his mistake immediately. However, he was not, so he rushed over to her and draped his arm around her shoulders.

"Everything will be (hic) better now, Scarlett. We can (hic) be together, now. Right? So you can stop haunting (hic) me, okay? No (hic) matter of that unborn baby that's (hic) not mine." He grabbed Will in an embrace and pressed his lips to Will's immediately.

Will struggled for a moment before getting away. He rushed down the nearest alley and spit, wiping his mouth on his sleeve afterwards. Radford's lips had tasted only of rum, and Will had the feeling that he had just tasted something along the lines of what the inside of Jack's mouth was like.

"Bloody Radford," he cursed, looking around for a place to get a gulp of water and gargle. Finding none, he decided to visit the county jail. He located it within a few minutes and crawled through the window.

He found himself in a small room. The guards in the front were napping, so Will had no trouble slipping down the stairs and into the jail cells. There were guards down there too, but they were no more awake than the first ones.

Seeing a "woman" approach, Jack straightened himself and checked his breath. Remembering that it was Will, he hurried to the doors of the cage and waited to talk to his friend.

"What's the word, Will?" he asked anxiously.

"So far, I haven't come up with anything," Will reported. Jack's shoulders slumped. "All the men have done so far is hit on me. Radford actually kissed me, Jack!"

Jack stared at him strangely and took one sidestep away from the man in the dress.

"He thought I was Marie," Will explained hastily.

"Oh," Jack looked relieved. "So there's nothing that will get me out of this godforsaken cell?"

"That's a little harsh," Will said, and Jack raised his eyebrows. "Okay, so maybe it is bad, but at least they feed you, right?"

Jack snorted and motioned to the bowls at the edge of the cell. One was full of dirty water and the other contained a sort of grayish looking gruel. Will wrinkled his nose and dipped his pinky in the one with the gray mixture. He took it out and licked the weird substance that hung on it. His tongue flicked over it slowly before he made a face and wiped it on his dress.

"How very ladylike, Ms…" Jack stopped his sarcastic insult to wonder what Will's name was.

"Willa, I am Ms. Willa Turner," Will batted his eyelashes and mock curtsied for the captain.

"Please to make your acquaintance, Ms. Willa Turner," Jack took his hand and kissed it, going along with the joke and making Will's ears turn a shade of red.

"It's late, I'd better go," Will became flustered and pulled his hand away. He grabbed up his skirts and rushed out of the cell, narrowly missing a slap on the butt by another inmate.

Jack retreated to his mattress in the corner and took out a fork he had stolen from one of the guards on a Spanish ship. He had bent it before to escape, and worked on reworking it to fit this lock. He twisted the prongs around each other and managed to snap off one of the surplus ones. He stuck it in the lock and jangled it around for a bit, before swearing and throwing it down in disgust.

He laid down on his poor excuse for a bed and thought about nothing in particular until his eyes fluttered closed and he drifted to sleep.

Elizabeth was relocated to Will's old room after the fire. They laid her down on his old bed and began wrapping her body in wet cloths to bring down her fever. They had long since realized that there was not much they could do, and instead took to playing with the makeup that she had brought back from one of her trips.

"Look at this," the town doctor said, opening her powder case. He dabbed a bit over Elizabeth's cheeks, taking way some of her paleness. The other doctor smiled as he rubbed some kohl around her eyes.

The doctors messed around for a few minutes, applying makeup to the sick girl, forgetting that she was contagious and sick. The doctor from the town grinned stupidly as he smeared some lipstick on her thin, pale lips. He then bent in close to kiss her. Their lips only met for a second before Elizabeth started shaking. The doctors, quite ashamed of their behavior, bent over her and began to calm her down, rubbing cool water and oil over her skin to bring down her temperature.

Elizabeth stopped shaking long enough for them to drip some water down her throat. They then soaked a cloth in water and wiped down all of her exposed skin. Thinking it wise, the doctors poured some alcohol through her lips. She coughed and sputtered lightly for a few moments before a little colored returned to her cheeks.

The doctors were encouraged by this sudden change in her complexion, but became upset when her skin resumed its previous paleness.

The two men sighed. Elizabeth was proving to be an impossible case.