Jacks' eyes narrowed and he starred intently at Will for a few seconds before saying, with a tone of solemnity as Will had never heard before from his old friend, "Never 'eard of her, Mate."

Will matched Jacks' stare as a new determination began to creep up. "Gibbs knew about her. He talked about her. Seemed like anyone who knew my father knew her so you must have, seeing as how you hold old Bootstrap in such high regard."

Jack tried to break the tension by turning to Elizabeth and asking, "Got any rum, Love?"

Elizabeths response was a disapproving sigh, but Will wasn't quite ready to let the subject disappear.

"Jack," Will said, his voice laced with an eager frustration, "I know you know something. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice. I want – no, I need to know about her."

Jack looked at Elizabeth for a way out, but she had turned her back to the men, carefully folding and refolding the dozens of white bandages she had brought up for Jacks wounds. Jack looked back at Will. "Young Madi Hart is hardly something I wanna talk about in my state, Will." Again, the response was uncharacteristic for the great Jack Sparrow.

Will allowed that response for the time being. Jack did seem rather tired and his pain was obvious. Will took a more passive role the rest of the morning as Elizabeth redressed Jacks wounds, speaking only when necessary and playing nurse for his wife. Jack fell asleep quickly and the young couple snuck out of the room.

Elizabeth, whose white night gown now had blood drops on it, grabbed her husbands arm. "Well, this has most certainly been an eventful morning."

"Indeed," was all Will could reply before another knock at the Turners front door silenced them. Will and Elizabeth looked at each other then hurried to the door. Will cautiously looked out a window.

Will say the tall, strapping commodore standing on the front stoop, one hand assaulting the wooden door, the other gripped on his sword.

"It's Norington!" Will proclaimed.

"Norington!" Elizabeth exclaimed, "Of all the days for him to visit!"

Will looked down, toward Norington's feet. There Will could see drops of blood that could only be from Jack Sparrow. "He must know something is up."

Elizabeth pulled her husband from the window. "We must answer. He will be more suspicious if we do not."

Will nodded an agreement. "You, hurry upstairs." He commanded.

Elizabeth stood still, clearly not happy over the direct command. "And why must I leave?"

Will could not help smile. Elizabeth's stubborn and independent nature was just a couple of qualities he loved so much about his wife.

Will pointed to the blood stained nightgown, "If Norington isn't already suspicious, surely this blood will raise some questions."

Elizabeth blushed. She had forgotten the blood. "Right, sorry. I'll go upstairs to Jack, keep him quiet if he wakes. You just get rid of the lawman."

Elizabeth quickly kissed her husband and hurried up the stairs.