Skipping now to just before Liz is locked in the cabin, and her eventual escape.

Elizabeth stood at the railing, straining to see the boats which Jack, James, and the soldiers had taken to the island. She wished she could be out there with them, she who had experience with these undead pirates, where none of the soldiers did. Even James didn't know how to deal with them like she did.

Elizabeth smiled at that. It was always he who had the fighting experience, and he who explained it all to her, but this time she knew more about their enemies than he did. If only she could be with him to tell him. Then it struck her, and she gasped in alarm: She hadn't told him about the curse! What was she going to do? She looked to the island desperately, and saw one of the boats heading back towards the Dauntless. She sighed in relief, thinking that if James and the men were coming back, she would have a chance to warn them before it was too late.

But as the skiff drew nearer, she saw that there was only one man in it, and it was that lieutenant, Gillette. Elizabeth didn't know what he was doing, coming back alone, but she didn't much care. Whatever his reason, Elizabeth was happy that he had come. Now she could inform him of the danger ahead, and he could inform James.

Several sailors came running then to hoist the dinghy and its passenger to the deck. Gillette stepped out, and headed straight for Elizabeth, who ran to meet him halfway.

She opened her mouth to relay her story, but stopped short when he placed a hand on her arm.

"Come on, Miss Swann. It's best you get inside," he said.

"Wait, I have to talk to the commodore. Take me to him," she said, but was surprised to when he started laughing.

"Right," he scoffed. "Take you out there in the midst of a battle when I was ordered to get you to safety."

"But I need to see him," she protested, shaking his hand off.

"Come on, there's no time for this nonsense," he said.

"No!" she shouted.

"You are not going to stay out here, and you're certainly not leaving this ship," Gillette told her, and renewed his grip. He tried to pull her toward's the captain's cabin, but she grabbed onto the railing with her free hand and would not let it go.

"Miss Swann, if you're not going to cooperate, then I shall have to use force on you," he sighed, and motioned for two soldiers to approach them. One pinned her loose arm behind her back while the other bent over to pry her fingers from the railing. Once her hand was loosened, she tried to swing at the man, but her caught her arm easily.

"Take her inside, men." Gillette said.

"No!" Elizabeth yelled again, and tried to dig her heels into the deck. But the soldiers were too strong for her, and she found herself moving against her will.

"It's commodore's orders." Gillette told her. "Sorry, but it's for your own safety."

"Coward!" she cried at him. "The commodore ordered –" Did Gillette always have to do everything he was told, she wondered. Was he too weak-minded to think for himself?

"I have to tell him!" she continued as she was pulled towards the cabin. "The pirates! They're cursed! They cannot be killed!" She knew James was a valiant fighter, but it was impossible for anyone to succeed against an enemy that couldn't die. And the odds were even more impossible if you didn't know you were up against them.

"Don't worry, miss," Gillette smirked as he pushed her inside. "He's already informed of that. A little mermaid flopped up on deck and told him the whole story." He laughed and shut the doors in her face.

"He thinks I'm making it up!" Elizabeth thought in indignation. "Why don't they ask Jack about it then? He can back up my story." It was then she realized that he already had. He had probably played up his addle-brained drunk act while telling them of the curse, to make sure they wouldn't believe him.

"This is Jack Sparrow 's doing!" she cried impotently, as she rattled the doorknob in vain.

Here she had actually started to like the man, and he was sending her fiance to his doom. She couldn't believe that after everything, he still only cared about his own interests. Of course it would benefit him to have the navy's best commodore dead. Then he could run amok all over the place without anyone to stop him. But didn't he ever think about what his actions would mean to other people? If Jack didn't care whether James died, she did. All her life he had been there beside her, and she couldn't imagine what she would do without him. She simply couldn't stand by and let this happen to him.

She scanned the room for something that would help her escape, and couldn't believe her luck when she saw a fully made-up bed next to an open window. Her luck got even better when she stuck her head out and saw a dinghy secured directly underneath her. Immediately, she ran to the bed, stripped it of its sheets, and began knotting them together.

A few minutes later, she heard her father's voice calling her name, and froze. What would she do if he were to open the door and see her? But to her relief, he was content to merely talk to her through the door.

"Elizabeth," he said, while she tied the end of the makeshift rope around her. "I just want you to know I believe you made a very good decision today."

He was talking about accepting the commodore's proposal, and while that was all well and good, there would be no commodore for her to marry if she stayed in that room to listen to her father. As she climbed out the window, she heard him continue, saying:

"Even a good decision if made for the wrong reasons can be a wrong decision."

"Yes, just like it would be a wrong decison to stay in this room a second longer," Elizabeth thought, and rappelled down to the waiting boat. Once there, she loosened the cords which fastened it, and lowered it down into the water with a splash. Lifting the sheet rope off and over her head, she proceeded to pick up the oars and begin rowing furiously.

She didn't have much time, but she might have just enough. The pirates wouldn't be out of the caves for at least a little while, since they had to finish their blood ritual. Blood ritual! With Will as the sacrifice! How could she have forgotten about Will? Elizabeth berated herself for forgetting about something so important, and turned her skiff in the direction of the Black Pearl. If she was going to take on those pirates, save Will, and warn James in time, she was going to need some help.