Across the sea, Becket had gone to bed as well. Only a few hours in however, he started to shake and sweat. He shot up, his eyes wide and fearful.

"It's only a dream, only a dream," he told himself and lay back down.

Becket had seen the same face recently in all his dreams, a terrible face he'd never perceived before. It was unnatural and distorted. He even vaguely recalled tentacles grossly attached to his face. The man would bellow and roar but Becket never could remember what he said. Becket started to shake again, and this time he didn't lie back down. Instead he paced, trying to find some pleasant thought to replace the terrible ones. His eyes traveled to the box where he kept the heart of Davy Jones. He smiled as he recalled the day's previous events.

"I have brought it, the heart of Davy Jones. I also bring the pardon you signed, and I intend to use it for myself," a disheveled Norrington had said earlier.

Becket had been truly astonished at seeing the heart, but more at seeing Norrington like this. Seeing him at all was a bit of a shock; after ripping his titles and property from him, Becket expected Norrington would have killed himself by now. The thought of him being back and pardoned didn't sit well with him. That would be competition, and Norrington stops at nothing to get revenge.

"Thank you for bringing this priceless artifact, and for returning this pardon. But as for your request, I cannot comply, as this pardon was meant for Jack Sparrow, and not any other. Men, take him away," Becket called and turned his back.

"What? The pardon is not specified! It applies to anyone who wishes to use it!" Norrington yelled as he struggled against the guards.

"No, you see, I signed it, it's my pardon, and I can decide who I grant it to."

"You are the basest, most corrupt leader Port Royal has ever seen!" Norrington yelled.

"Oh, please, stop!" Becket answered with a despicable laugh. "I really can't stand flattery, especially from my prisoners."

"Some day justice will be served!" Norrington called again then disappeared around the corner with the guards.

"Oh really? You let me know when that happens and I'll be sure to come watch," Becket had sneered back.

These were truly pleasing thoughts to Becket, but he didn't understand the sick feeling that came over him whenever he thought about the heart. There it was in the box, beating to the pace of his own heart. Would it really help him conquer the seas? He was about to find out.