Jack sat in his cabin. He rubbed his finger round the rim of the bottle of rum. The moon was shining into his cabin- the silver light reflecting off his many rings. Jack mused on the current turn of events- and his thoughts turned to Barbossa. The moonlight reminding him of the curse his crew had suffered. When only the light of the moon had revealed their true forms. He didn't entirely trust his new First mate and he was afraid Barbossa would attempt another mutiny. Jack took a swig of rum and smiled to himself- humming the song they had heard back in purgatory. He had the Pearl- his ship- he was captain- that was all that mattered.

Meanwhile Elizabeth was stood at the side of the ship, staring at the moon. Her father was asleep, he had objected to being on the ship at first, but had changed his mind when he realised it was the only way he could escape. He didn't trust anybody on the ship except for her, and had kept out of everyone's way mostly. He didn't want to associate with Pirates. Even Catherine, who had saved him, was regarded with suspicion. Elizabeth felt that her father was even beginning to distrust her; as if she was a pirate herself!

'Elizabeth.' Will said, bringing Elizabeth out of her thoughts.

'Will… I-' Elizabeth began uneasily.

'We have been on this ship long enough. We can't avoid the problem which is pressing both our minds. We… I need to know.'

'About what?' Elizabeth asked, silently hoping he wasn't going to say what she thought he was going to.

'Jack.'

'Oh.' She lowered her eyes.

'Do you love him?'

'Will… I-'

'Do you!' Will demanded.

'I can't… I… I…'

'Do you love him!' He was almost shouting now. He was angry, his face contorted with rage, but there was something else, as though it was taking great pains for him to ask these questions.

She didn't answer. Elizabeth couldn't look him in the eye. How could she tell him what she really felt? She didn't even know her true feelings. Will looked at her and walked away. He wasn't going to be used like that- if she wanted Jack, Fine. He'd leave the two 'lovers' to have their fun. She obviously didn't need or want him anymore. After Elizabeth realised Will had left the deck she stared at the moon, and started to cry.

Catherine lay in her hammock. She had been woken up by somebody shouting. Nobody else had been awakened. Just her luck to wake up when she had just started to get the first proper night's sleep she'd had in ages. She sat up and vaguely wondered if she could steal some rum if she was quiet. Suddenly she heard somebody come down the stairs. They were making no effort to be quiet. It was Will- he walked past her with his hand on his brow.

'It's a bit late to be worryin'' Catherine remarked quietly.

'I have good reason.' Will said.

'And what would that be?'

'Like I'd tell you- I don't even know who you-'

'As you wish.' Catherine interrupted and got up to leave.

'Wait.'

'I thought you couldn't tell me.' Catherine smirked.

'You know Jack.' Will said.

'No of course not.' She responded sarcastically.

'No… I mean you know what he's like.'

'Aye.'

'What's he like with women?' Will asked- he looked slightly embarrassed.

Catherine looked at him strangely. 'I wouldn't know- I haven't fallen for his charms but there are many women in Tortuga who could answer that question. Many women in Tortuga. Why?' Her eyes lowered as if she was inspecting his crotch. 'Jack mentioned something about you being a eunuch….'

'What!' Will was flustered- his cheeks slightly red. 'No! I mean… I meant does he love the women's he's with. Would he ever settle down and make a woman happy?'

'I'd say Jack is capable of wooing almost any women. He can love them and they can love him. For about one night.'

'One night?'

'Aye. Problem is Jack, like many other pirates, loves freedom. And marriage is being tied down whatever way you look at it. Of course not that that's always a bad thing..' There was a wistful look in her eyes. 'Anyway,' Catherine continued. 'I don't think Jack'll ever settle down but he could always prove me wrong. That man's nigh unpredictable.'

'So he doesn't love her…' Will's voice trailed off. He was no longer angry- he looked wounded. He stared at the wall and his face was angry again. He was full of fury. 'Blasted pirates…' He hissed.

Catherine observed Will. He had a temper obviously, not unlike his father she thought to herself. It was now she saw he had more than a striking resemblance for his father. Maybe they didn't look similar but the passion, the raw emotion that was within Bill was there. She also saw Bill in the way he was trying to protect the one he loved. He must really love her, she thought. She knew she should be angry at Jack for breaking an engagement but she couldn't. He was just a pirate after all- and so was Will in a way.

'Have you ever considered you could be a pirate yourself?' Catherine offered; aware that he might lash out at her.

'I'm no pirate…' He stopped and thought for a moment. 'At least not like Jack.'

'So ye admit you're a pirate.'

'Not really.'

'So you don't call a man who sails with pirates under a pirate flag and does not adhere to the rules of society a pirate?' Catherine asked.

'No.'

'Well then. That answers that question. Now onto another. Would you do me a small favour? It involves rum.'

On the deck Elizabeth was still crying. Hot tears stinging her eyes. It was so unfair. Why couldn't she just choose? She loved Will but she felt something for Jack. A longing, but was it lust or love? She couldn't decide.

'Miss. Swann. There seems t' be somethin' troublin' you. May I enquire what it may be?' Barbossa whispered in her ear.

Elizabeth jumped slightly from shock. She relaxed when she realised who it was.

'Leave me alone.' She sobbed.

'Turners always break people's hearts. Just ask Catherine.'

'What?' Elizabeth stopped crying for a moment. She was shocked. 'What did you say?'

'Doesn't matter Missy.' Barbossa answered and walked away whistling a cheerful tune.

Elizabeth frowned and contemplated what Barbossa had just said.

Will sat down next to the bottles of rum. He took one and took the cork out with his teeth. There would be no harm in him having a bit of drink himself. Jack had agreed with Barbossa that Catherine should not be allowed to get drunk. So she'd asked Will to get her a bottle. Will sighed and took out the knife his father had given him. He threw it on the ground and then picked it up- making a hole in the wood. Suddenly he noticed something on the side of the knife. It looked like a part of an engraving. The rest of it was covered in grime and muck. Will used his thumb to wipe away the grime. He could see the letter 'B'. Maybe they were just his father's initials. He wiped away the rest and saw that there was another letter, a 'K' intertwined with the 'B'. What could this mean?

A/N Okay so I got this done. I probably won't be able to update until the weekend so bear with me. I think you'll probably be able to guess where the story is going but I might not reveal it until a few chapters later. I haven't even got double figures in my reviews so please tell me if I'm writing badly or falling into the wraths of the Mary sue. For the next chapter I'm thinking something along the lines of Chinese pirates. Hmmm…