The captain's condition did not improve as the hours went on, and he began to mumble in a feverish delirium. Will was becoming very concerned that Jack had been asking, perhaps, for water, before, and Jack was definitely not speaking English, now.

Elizabeth kept talking to him, trying to reach him, hoping that he would hear her and understand her. He continued to lay in his bunk in terrible pain, and occasionally he would have stomach spasms again, but only a small amount of the bloody matter would come up into the bucket. The main concern, now, was the fever and the injuries that simply appeared over his body, and the bad head injury from the night before. Jack's right eye was almost swelled shut, and blackened badly. In addition to the fever, a new problem had arisen - intermittently, the captain was overcome with incredible cold… his entire body shook, his teeth chattered and even his lips and fingers turned blue. He was even cold to their touch, and it was at those times that the couple would try to pull the blankets more tightly around him, and try to warm him while trying not to cause more pain. It was during these times that Jack would spill forth with hoarse foreign words, with both of the Turner's names uttered in great abundance.

Will sighed heavily and looked at his young wife. "I wonder… if I should try to use the 'gift' that Calypso told us about. Elizabeth, I am afraid for Jack now, and I am wondering if I can help him by getting into… his mind… maybe it will help us to help him… we can't understand what he is trying to say to us…we don't know if he's hot or if he's cold, if he wants water." His voice was rough with worry, but he was willing to put aside how tired he was if it meant helping Jack, and learning more than the captain was willing to tell Will.

Elizabeth stared at her hands, folded in her lap. "I think that you should. Jack would never let you try it if he was conscious… I think that this is what Calypso meant."

Will looked at Jack, who was now quiet. He mused, "I am not even sure how to go about it. I suppose that one should just try whatever makes sense." He shrugged.

Will got up from his chair and carefully sat himself on the bunk, next to Jack so as not to cause much movement, and placed both hands on Jack's blanket covered chest. He looked at Elizabeth, who simply nodded. He then bowed his head, closed his eyes, and concentrated…

Elizabeth stared in wonder at her husband. Something was happening. Will seemed to go deeply into his state of concentration, nodding very slowly as his hands rested lightly over Jack's heart. She pulled her chair closer in order to watch.

It was not the rays of dawning sun that was warming the cabin so, she was sure. The angle of the sun was not so that it should cause it. It was what was happening between the young pirate - her Will - and Jack.

An hour passed without one single movement from Will, and Elizabeth moved only to belatedly get up and go lock the door of the cabin. It would never do for anyone to knock or come in and break whatever spell might be working its magic within these walls. Only she and Will were made privy to what was going to happen - not even Jack had heard what Calypso had told them.

Elizabeth went back to her chair and looked closer at Will, and was shocked to see tears rolling down his cheeks. Jack's face had not changed, but Will's was wet, and his breathing became faster.

And so the next few hours passed, with no sounds around her except the creaking of the Pearl's dark timbers. Elizabeth sat and watched as Will learned many of the secrets of Captain Jack Sparrow's past...

Will awakened around noon, sitting on the bunk with his back against the headboard. Elizabeth had pulled her chair even closer to the bunk, and was now holding Will's right hand in hers. Will's left arm was carefully draped over Jack's shoulder, so as not to hurt him, and his hand was still on Jack's chest. Jack's bandaged head was leaned into Will's left side. Jack was still unconscious.

Will carefully got up, and gently moved Jack's head over into the pillows. He sat down in the large heavy chair that he had claimed earlier, then leaned forward and looked into Elizabeth's eyes. The look of wonder that his eyes held made her catch her breath. "What did you see, Will?"

Will shook his head and looked down for a moment. He turned back to Elizabeth, took her hands in his, and said, "Oh Elizabeth, where do I begin? I cannot believe what happened here. I cannot believe…" he paused, " … what this man has endured…"

Elizabeth squeezed his hands. "It might be best to start at what you remember first, Will."

Will took a deep breath, and said, "I remember seeing a young woman's body on bed, and a very small dark haired boy. The woman was very beautiful and dainty, like a doll - long, dark, thick hair, very dark skin, and high delicate cheekbones. Jack looks just like his mother, Elizabeth…

"… her … body? His mother?"

"Yes. There were women there, wrapping her up to take her away, saying, 'Maggie was taken by the fever, alright,' and the little boy was crying in the corner. He could not have been only about 6 or 7 years old, perhaps. There were two men standing there, looking at him, as the women carried the body out of the cottage to a cart… I could understand what the men were saying - it was English, with heavy Irish brogues… Oh Elizabeth, the things that they said, and Jack could not understand English. They called him 'the little gypsy wretch', and 'pirate's bastard son', and said ' his old man won't ever come back to fetch him.'"

"… the next thing I remember was that they picked up him up and took him outside - they went one way, the cart with his mother's body went the other. He was screaming and struggling, but was so small that he could not free himself. They hit him to make him be quiet… told him to 'shut it, Jack, or we'll feed ye t' th' pigs'…. Then things went dark and all I can remember from then was a misty room, some other men exchanging money, and one of them… a sailor, I think, grabbing Jack by the arm and dragging him away, yelling, 'shut up, gypsy bastard, I paid good money fer ye! Ye're me slave, now…"

Elizabeth stared in horrified silence.

"… after that, I saw a ship's hold, and Jack huddled in a corner, shackled to an iron ring set into the cabin's wall. He had a bloody nose, and was filthy. I think that he started becoming a bit mental even then. He wasn't crying, just staring with hard, defiant eyes and a trembling chin. There were voices… men saying, 'He can't even speak English, the little Irish hooligan. Just Gaelic or Celtic, don't know which… just know that he is a little heathen, the filthy bastard son of a pirate and a gypsy whore. Ain't even got his father's name - just his mother's - Sparrow. If he dies, no one will give a damn'… then someone grabbed him, slapped him across the head - split open his eyebrow… 'time for you to get back to work, you worthless little slime…' Jack was starting to understand English then, but not enough to always understand what was expected of him… he was beaten a lot…"

Elizabeth stared at the quiet figure in the bunk. Shackles. How well Jack had known shackles in his life.

Will ran his hands through his curly hair. "Jack learned what being alone was very early in his life. He had been enslaved, simply because he was half dark-skinned gypsy. But even in slavery, he was aboard a ship, and felt more at home on the sea than he ever had with his mother on land. He became self reliant even at that age, and was smarter than anyone else on that ship. He was even thinking of ways to escape, but never was able to seize the 'opportune moment'…"

"..the next thing that I saw was Jack's father, Captain Teague - my uncle. Somehow he had found Jack, killed the slave master, and rescued him away from slavery, but it must have been some time later, as Jack seems to have learned 'mariner English'- I would imagine that's why he doesn't have a strong Irish brogue. They were at what seemed to be a church. Teague was telling him that it was for the best that he stay with the parish priest… another place in Ireland, it seems, part of the vision was spoken in Gaelic. Teague left him behind with the priest to learn to read and write in English, lining the church's coffers with swag to protect his son, but after a time, Jack ran away and went back to sea."

Elizabeth handed Will a cup of water and whispered, "Jack was sold into slavery as a child…". Will drank thirstily, "Jack had already started running from things, even then. His mother was dead and his father had already left him behind twice. He had an instinct to run - he just wanted to fly away…."