Will adjusted his ridiculous looking wig and made sure that the two cloths that made him seem like he had a chest were secured against the corset he was forced to wear. He stumbled around in his heels for a moment, still not completely used to them. He reapplied his makeup with the aid of a small looking glass that he had tricked out of a beggar. He felt bad about it, but he had given the homeless man a handful of silver in return.

Will -or should I say Willa- set out again for the town. He had already been down there once, to unproductive results (one of which being that he had accidentally been snogged by Radford) and had not come across anything that would help him free Jack Sparrow.

Will peeked around every corner before he entered the street that followed, careful to avoid Radford and another unwelcome and drunken kiss. Will came at a sort of crossroad and debated whether to go to left to the bars or right to the old gun shop. He took out a coin and flipped it- heads he goes left, tails he goes right.

Will caught the coin and looked at it- tails. He had to examine every old, dusty, broken down building until he spotted the store that he had been in only been in once before.

Mr. Wont looked up from the table he had been attempting to dust. Upon seeing Will- er, Willa- he scoffed and waved his hand towards the door. "This is no place for a woman! Off with ye!"

Will seriously considered showing his true face, but thought wisely against it at the last moment. Instead, he adjusted his fake cloth bosom and raised his voice to what was a quite stupid attempt at a woman's voice.

"Do you know that gun that my dear sweet friend William Turrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrner brought in here?" He batted his eyebrows stupidly.

Mr. Wont scratched his hairy chin thoughtfully. "Is he the one that had Jack Sparrow's gun?"

"Yes!" Will said, too quickly and in his normal man voice. He then added hastily, "I mean, that is the one that I was talking about, Mr. Wont. Do you know what happened to that gun after you sold Will some shots?"

"Yeah!" the bearded man replied gruffly. "He turned it right over to that low down, ruddy git, Jack Sparrow, who then used it to kill Marie Radford and her unborn child!"

"I did not!" Will responded. Then, realizing his grave mistake, attempted to correct it instantly. "He didn't, I mean! And Jack Sparrow did not kill Marie Radford!"

"Oh really?" the storekeeper was more amused than agitated. "Then, what did happen?"

"I won't tell you if you won't take me seriously!" Will exclaimed, exasperated.

"Okay, I tell you what." Mr. Wont was prepared to make a deal. "Tell me everything you know, and I'll take it straight to the police. Oh, don't look at me like that- you know they'll respect me way more than any woman in this town! I'm willing to hear you out!"

Will, realizing that he basically had no other options, decided to let the man help him out.

Mr. Wont continued, "Now, tell me exactly what happened and I'll take it to the authorities. Give me all the details- don't leave anything out, okay, Ms.-"

"Willa." Will replied politely, faking a girlish attitude. "My name is Willa Turner."

"Good," the other man said, nodding. He fetched a spare piece of parchment and a quill and ink. Pressing on the table for support, he urged the other man on.

Will started from the very beginning of their trip to that town and up to what had happened that night with the murder of Marie Radford. Mr. Wont nodded periodically and only stopped once to get a fresh sheet of parchment. Will told it all as if one of his friends had told it to him.

Radford smirked as the other man finished his story and sneered, "I'll take this straight to the proper authorities, Ms. Willa."

Will got up, curtsied awkwardly, and left. He never noticed Mr. Wong laughing rather manically to himself.

In a slightly desperate attempt to bring Elizabeth's fever down to something normal, the doctors had decided to give her a cold bath. The doctor from the Pearl was sent down to the harbor for a tub of chilled water. One of the ladies from the town stopped him suspiciously.

"I say, what on earth are you doing with that water?" she asked.

"We have to give one of our patients a bath to cool them down," he said a little too happily.

The lady was outraged when she realized they were talking about Elizabeth. She stormed over to him and slapped him, exclaiming, "You dog! How could you dream of taking advantage of a sick girl? I will do it, you-" she called him a string of dirty swear words before making him carry the full bath up to ship by himself.

The doctors waited anxiously and tried to sneak glances of Elizabeth through the cracks in the doors (after a while, the lady caught on to what they were doing and gave them each a swift poke in the eye before stuffing the cracks). After Elizabeth was washed and dried, the maid who washed her handed her back over to the doctors. She stayed with them, however, to make sure they didn't pull anymore tricks.

Elizabeth was drowning in a pool of icy cold water. She couldn't breath and she couldn't find a way to surface; the top of the pool was frozen solid. She thrashed around wildly for a few seconds, trying not to let the water fill her lungs. She finally opened her mouth to scream and the water flowed in. She started crying hysterically as she drowned.

When Elizabeth awoke, she was, indeed, in a tub of water. She didn't open her eyes, but she could feel it. Someone was kneeling beside her, rinsing off what Elizabeth guessed was soap. That person lifted her up and dressed her, cooing sympathetically all the while, "Poor little Elizabeth girl, could go blind in both eyes and deaf in both ears…already dead in the limbs apart from her seizures…no good doctors- should have them arrested for malpractice long ago, the sods."

Elizabeth, although she could barely understand her, heard her name being said and the words blind, deaf, and dead. She silently prayed with all her might that the lady wasn't talking about her.

Jack Sparrow wasn't normal.

Any other man would have worried deeply about the situation at hand, but not Jack Sparrow. The hangings were set for the next Saturday. Jack, having been in jail for what seemed like an eternity, had lost track of the days. Judging from the wails and cries of sorrow and repentance from the other prisoners, he could only guess that Saturday was fast approaching.

The captain had been in that type of sticky situation many times before- he had been sentenced to hang at least three times. Maybe even four, he thought casually as he worked on his makeshift key.

I wonder how I'll escape this time, Jack thought idly. I wonder if Cotton's parrot will help me again, he thought, remembering what had happened last time he was sentenced to hang. What is Will- or rather, Willa- going to do to help me? Certainly a man in drag won't be of a use. Jack sighed contentedly. I guess I'm finally starting to rub off on old Will after all. His idea is something that I would have thought of.

Jack paused as he heard a great scuffling and a fell yelps of pain. The guards were dragging in another person who was putting up a sort of fight. There were shouts of protests and pleads that it was unintentional. The guards growled that the perpetrator would be let out in the morning with a fine of roughly 10 pounds.

There were some attempts at negotiations before a great booming laugh rang out and the sound of a soft slap. There was a yell of indignation as someone was dragged into the empty cell beside Jack.

The captain looked up, interested to see if it was someone he knew. His eyes widened as he viewed a very sullen, red faced Will Turner.