"Are you okay, Elizabeth? You've been sick for a few weeks now," Will asked Elizabeth when she was through using the bucket they usually use for the cleaning tools.

"I'm fine. The doctor came while you were working at Mr. Brown's a few days ago," Elizabeth said. "Was there something you were going to ask me?"

"Yeah, uh…where's Jack?" Will asked Elizabeth.

"I thought I heard him say something about needing a nap. He really does need one," Elizabeth said. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I couldn't find him in his room and the servants did not see anyone leave through the door and windows. Where could he be?"

"Will," Elizabeth said looking at her fiancé. "This is a large house and there are many rooms. He's bound to be in one of them."

"You're right. Should I even bother looking for him?" Will thought out loud. "But what if he needs our help?"

"If he needs our help he can just handle it himself or scream, like he always does," Elizabeth said with a small smile.

"Miss Swann?"

"Yes? What is it?" Elizabeth asked and looked at her servant.

"There is a Mrs. Norrington here to see you. Shall I tell her that you're busy?"

"No, don't. Let her in. I'll be there shortly," Elizabeth said and sighed when the servant left. "There are just too many Norrington's these days."

"Yes, it seems rather odd that you're the only one that they wish to talk to."

"I was fine with James Norrington, but now his younger brother and mother are here. I hope they paid their respects to him," Elizabeth said.

"I don't like Harris," Will said looking out the window.

"Me neither. There is something strange about him."

"Strange like Jack?" Will asked smiling.

"Yes and no," she said thoughtfully. "Harris has a more menacing air about him and Jack has more of a relaxing air…sort of like the fair winds we get here on a hot day."

"What about me?" Will asked and held her close.

"What about you?" Elizabeth asked teasingly. "Well you're wonderful. I love you."

"I love you too," Will said and kissed the top of her head.

"Will…there is something I have to tell you," Elizabeth said seriously and looking at him lovingly.

"What is it?"

"You know how I've been sick in the morning lately?"

"Yes," Will said. He looked at her worried. "Will you be alright? I thought you did, but you're not dying are you?"

"Dying? Heavens no, Will! I'm –" Elizabeth said surprised and was about to tell Will the news before being interrupted.

"Miss Swann?" a voice near them called out. "I'm afraid that Mrs. Norrington can't wait any longer."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the woman and stuck out her tongue in front of Will. "I'll tell you later."

"Tell me now," Will pouted and kept a hold of her as she tried to leave.

"I'll leave you to do the thinking," Elizabeth said.

Will let go of her confounded and apprehensive of what it could be that Elizabeth is trying to say to him before the interruption. 'She said she wasn't dying, which is a good thing,' Will thought to himself. He looked at her every feature. 'Could it be an ailment? No, unless it wasn't fatal. Could it be that she has an infection? Definitely not scurvy. Then what could it be? She does not look in poor health at all! And now she wants me to guess? This is going to be a very distracting day.'

"You don't have to worry," Elizabeth said as she took in Will's troubled face. "Yet."

Will rolled his eyes and smiled at her gesture. He said, "Thanks, but you're sure you are alright?"

"I am. Now don't worry, go help Mr. Brown make more swords. I'll see you later tonight," she said kissing him on the cheek.

"Okay, but watch out for Jack. Something's not right ever since he came here and when that Prewett family came. Jack knows about that Harry Potter even though he tries to hide it," Will said his brow furrowed.

"I know…You'd have to be with him to understand him," Elizabeth said. She caught Will's darkened look and regretted what she said may have implied something else. "I didn't barter my happiness just so I could be with him when you were taken into Davy Jones' crew. I chose you, Will, not him."

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry, Elizabeth. It's just that I saw you kiss him, Jack of all people, right before the Black Pearl was destroyed by the Kraken," Will said sorrowfully.

"Yes, I did kiss him, but that was to distract him. I told you before," Elizabeth said holding his cheek against the palm of her hand. "Jack…he's a good man, but you, Will, you are a fantastic man. You saved me from Barbossa before he could murder me."

"With Jack's help in finding where everything was taken place," Will said. He didn't mention the part where he had knocked Jack unconscious before he could open his mouth to "negotiate" with his old crew.

"He is –"

"Miss Swann! Please, miss, Mrs. Norrington is getting peevish," the maid said urgently.

"I suppose I'll go now then," Will said. He kissed her again, "I'll be seeing you…"

Her hand dropped from his cheek, "And I'll be seeing you. Don't let Mr. Brown give you a hard time."

"Don't worry," Will said. He waved to her as he left the front parlor doors.

Elizabeth watched his back as he walked down the dirt path and passed the officers guarding the property. "Will…"

Elizabeth walked gracefully towards the awaiting Mrs. Norrington and greeted her.

"Miss Swann…I have heard that you were made the Governor of Port Royal through the will of your dear father, bless his soul, and of the people. Port Royal seems rather fond of you, Miss Swann. I know my dear James is rather fond of you…"

"I see…" Elizabeth said. "Why don't we chat in the next room?"

Elizabeth led her to the next room and waited for the older woman to sit down first.

"So how may I help you, Mrs. Norrington?"

"I've come see my son, James. I was told to talk to you," the older woman said

"Oh…" was all Elizabeth said.

Her eyes stung a little at the thought of the man whose mother didn't even know he was dead. She had a feeling how Mrs. Norrington is going to feel after receiving the terrible news, like when she was told her own father was murdered.

"What is it, dear?"

"I think we might need to sit down and converse about him."

"Come now, dear. You can tell me now. I am anxious to see my son after all these years," the old mother persisted.

"You really need to sit down," Elizabeth pleaded with her so that the woman won't faint from the news.

"But tell me what it is now!" Mrs. Norrington was getting frightened.

She knew something was wrong when she heard about how the East India Trading Co. lost a lot of men the previous year and a half. The last thing she heard about her James' whereabouts after leaving Port Royal was that her son was with the East India Trading Co. lead by the depraved Lord Cutler Beckett.

"Madam, you really should do what the lass says," a tired muffled voice behind them said.

The body of whose voice it was raised sitting on the couch. It was Jack though his hat was covering his face before he removed it. He was still awakening on the couch from where he was napping on. Elizabeth didn't even know he was there.

"And you are?" Mrs. Norrington asked abhor by him. She looked at him once and already thought lowly of him and was perturbed by him.

"Me? I am nothing but a poor innocent man who just happened to be here," Jack said. His usually tanned face looked unusually gray.

"Your name, boy," Mrs. Norrnington asked insensitively.

Something in that last word made Jack think of a very large man with a very red face in front of his face. The man looked furious and Jack could have sworn he saw spittle spray out of the man's face and onto his own. Absentmindedly, Jack wiped it off though there was nothing there.

"My friends call me Smithy, but I also go by Captain Jack Sparrow."

"You're a pirate!" the older woman exclaimed and ran behind Elizabeth.

"I am?" Jack asked. He pointed to himself and looked around. No one was listening to him.

"Miss Swann, please we have to get James and tell him of this intruder!" she said urgently and tugging at Elizabeth's arm. "He's holding you hostage isn't he?"

"Me? I would never hold Elizabeth hostage," Jack said. He looked at her and remembered of their first encounter after he saved her from the dreaded corset. "Again."

"Please, I just wanted to see my son," she pleaded.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Norrington, but…Commodore Norrington is dead…" Elizabeth said gently as she could.

"What? Please this is no time for games, Miss Swann!"

"I'm not…"Elizabeth said as gently as she could to the old mother in shock.

She helped Mrs. Norrington down the seat behind her and across from Jack. Elizabeth began to tell her of how James Norrington died and how brave her son was right to the end. Jack had "aided" her with a few details and then he decided to actually give the old woman a break without him degrading Commodore Norrington any further.

"He was very ambitious," Jack said last before Elizabeth continued on with the story. He was overcome with a sudden anger, anger for Elizabeth not spreading his own name to make him the most fearsome pirate there is.