Their quest was set; they were headed to the end of the earth to retrieve Jack. Whether they would find him there or not, they did not know.
At Port Royal, Gibbs bartered for a skiff that appeared to be all but seaworthy. The crew decided to stop a while and enjoy the drink and women. Elizabeth mulled in the corner over her mug of rum, sipping occasionally. She smiled on remembering when her and Jack were abandoned on an island, and Jack almost killed himself after she blew up the entire rum supply in a signal blaze. She took a hefty swig to keep herself from crying again, but then choked and had to spit out the brew. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around to see it belonged to Will.
"You alright?" he inquired softly.
"Yes, I'm fine. Took a bit too much on that last draw."
Will took the seat across from her and shook his head.
"What will your father say when he learns you've taken a severe liking to rum?"
Elizabeth scoffed and crossed her arms. Will touched her arm but she quickly drew it away.
"I was just joking! You have changed a lot Elizabeth."
"Call me Liz," Elizabeth retorted.
"Like since have you wanted to be called Liz?" Will threw up his hands then worked them through his hair.
"You aren't the same person anymore," he added solemnly.
"So what if I'm not? Maybe I don't want your life! Maybe, maybe, well, maybe I don't want to live at all!"
Liz pushed back the table and stormed into the crowd. A wench approached her and Liz stepped back, shocked. She then remembered her appearance; to anyone she'd look the part of an attractive, boyish, young pirate or sailor. The barmaid continued and Liz had had enough.
"Get away from me you foul wench, and get yourself a right good husband!"
With that and a not so gentle shove, Liz continued on her destined path just to be stopped by Will. He grasped her arm tight and pulled her behind some fake greenery.
"Let go of me!"
"No!" Will retorted. "I will never let you go!"
Liz stepped back as much as she could with Will's hand still gripping her tight. Will had never acted this way before. He actually scared her. His fiery eyes and heavy breath made her want to run away from him as fast as possible.
"What is wrong with you, Will?" Liz cried.
"What is wrong with you? Why won't you look at me? Why won't you kiss me? You don't even want to be touched by me!"
"Will, what is this all about?"
"Why did you kiss Jack! Do you love him now? You've never kissed me like that before! I saw your eyes! And now, the way you are toward me…"
Will let his hand slide off her arm as he fell to the floor sobbing. His body heaved as he cried out, his tears pouring endlessly onto Liz's boots. She stood helpless, wanting to run, but finding her feet were held fast to the ground. Will lifted only his tear stained face towards her, and finding no other strength, mouthed the word, "Why?" then collapsed again.
