"What was that?" Ana whispered in the darkness.
"Hmm?" Marti's voice was thick with sleep, from the bunk above Ana's.
"I said what was that?"
"What was what?"
"Didn't you hear it?" Marti moaned and sat up,
"Obviously not," She said, "What did it sound like?" Ana sounded wide awake, and completely sober, whereas Marti sounded half asleep and still recovering from a vast intake of alcohol.
"Sort of a, swish, swish, ping!" Ana said. Marti rubbed her eyes.
"Ana. Go to sleep." She laid back down.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I've been on many ships before, and I have never heard anything like that."
"Good for you. Now go to sleep."
"Martina!"
"What?"
"You… shouldn't we go see what it was?"
"If it's stupid enough to be awake at this hour then I wish it well. Now go to sleep." Ana sighed, knowing Marti would be useless until she had slept off the rum. She closed her eyes, and listened in the dark silence for a while longer. But it was useless to try and listen for long, because sleep soon took her also, and pretty soon both girls were fast asleep.
Jack awoke to hear hammering on his door. He closed his eyes again, dismissing it, but was brutally awakened again by the same sound. He sat up in bed, and felt the blood rush to his head.
"What?" He yelled, deciding against the polite approach.
"Open the door."
"What? Flint?"
"Jack, open the door." Jack got up and pulled open the door to reveal a wide awake looking Savannah Flint. She was wearing a night gown that didn't quite cover her knees. It was deep, dark pink, and had a pattern of black roses around the neckline, which, for a nightgown, was very low indeed.
"You're goin' t' 'av t' wear somethin' a little less flatterin' if you want me to listen t' anythin' ye got t' say luv," Jack drawled, surprising even himself slightly in the fact that he was able to be so flirtatious within two minutes of waking. Then again, most men probably could be if Savannah Flint turned up scantily clad on their doorsteps at three in the morning.
"Look at this," She thrust the book in his face, open at the page that had been marked, "Then look out of your window. Jack did as she said, and noticed that the image in the book was the same as the pattern the stars made up.
"That's a very nice chart luv," He said, "Why am I lookin' at it again?" Savannah sighed,
"Do you not notice anything? They are the same."
"It's the stars luv, they don't change very often."
"Jack, they aren't the stars up there. It's the map, the route to Isla de Corona."
"Still not followin' ye,"
"Some one has taken this route before!"
"So?"
"So it's supposed to be untravelled, undiscovered. Someone can't have been here before. Unless…"
"Unless what?" Jack was finding it very hard to concentrate on Savannah's face when he was talking to her.
"Unless… stop it. Unless some one beat us to it."
"To Turner?"
"No, this chart is over ten years old. It hasn't been opened since he was alive. I think, I think this island is very important to some one, or something. I also think, that we are going to wrong way." Savannah frowned, "We can't follow these stars to get there. I've looked, I've plotted it on a map, we'll just end up back where we started."
"So what do you suggest we do? Bearing in mind we don' have a map anymore." Savannah sat down, and looked at Jack seriously.
"It's the boy. Turner's lad. He's the key. You see, we don't need a compass, or a map. Not with him onboard."
"You're loosing me agin'."
"Blood is thicker than water Jack. Will can find his father, but he won't know it. I've been watching him. Every time something bad is going to happen, like the storm, he stands on the starboard side, watching the ocean."
"What?"
"He did it again tonight, and now this has happened. Trust me Jack, I know what I'm talking about. I've dedicated my life to spotting the important things people miss. I was wrong about the map. But I'm not wrong about this." Jack paused,
"So we just get Will to tell us when we're goin' wrong then?"
"We cannot tell him what we know. If we tell him, it will interrupt the function of his subconscious and cause everything to go awry." Jack sat down beside her.
"Well, that was a lot of strange, complicated information t' take in." he sighed, "This really is goin' t' be a difficult voyage, isn't it?"
"Aye, though it will be worth it, will it not? To reunite friends, and families?"
"Flint?"
"Aye?"
"Ask me again in the morning."