Elizabeth paced up and down the floor on the inside of Tia Dalma's cabin. Will watched her play with her hands or put an extra loud stomp in her step. The way her boot hit directly to the floor sometimes rattled the glass jars hanging from the ceiling. Once in a while she'd stop and look towards the door. It seemed like hours since Barbossa had left with Davy Jones' crew. Will was especially worried because they had taken his father with them. There was no telling what kind of fate his father was facing right at that moment…a whipping? A sword to the skin? Poison to make the body ache with pains unimaginable?

"What's taking so long, Will?" Her eyes searched the room up and down fearfully, but he could tell that she wasn't taking in her surroundings. She was merely seeing through the walls to Barbossa negotiating with Jones probably…or the sight of Jack's body in the Kraken's stomach.

"I don't know…but I don't trust Barbossa." He got up out of the chair he had been sitting in and strode over to Elizabeth, who was still walking the floors. He stopped her by grabbing her gently by the shoulders. Turning her around to face him, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"It's alright…everything's fine…or…will be…fine." She smiled back at him, his eyes twinkling at her. How could she have ever doubted her faith in him? Her love? She knew he must be worried about his father. The man he thought was dead, that she thought was dead. Imagine what he must be thinking? A loved one being tortured and he wasn't allowed to do anything but sit back and watch. To sit back and wait for a man you can't trust to come back with news about how things are going to turn out. To basically put the fate of your loved one in the hands of a man you can't believe.

"I know.." She leaned against him and they folded into each other's embrace. She laid her head up against his shoulder and stared out at the other side of the room, not really taking in her surroundings. Will's hands gently caressing her, his lips against her hair. His usually firm grip that he used to hold his sword melted away when he held her. "As long as you're safe the world can't go wrong…your father will be safe Will, I know he will be. We've just got to be patient."

Tia Dalma entered the room, her eyes smiled as she saw the two together. She could see the future in their eyes. "I must warn you, not to trust de man who say he will help you. His lips say he will help you, but his eyes…day say he will hurt you."

Will lifted his lips from Elizabeth's hair to look at Tia, his arms still rapped tightly around Elizabeth. He took his hand and gently started to stroke her hair, trying to take away the fear and pain she was feeling. He wished he could just take it all away and put it into him. A woman like her couldn't bear too much pain. She didn't grow up a pirate or a blacksmith, let alone a man. But she was an elegant governor's daughter, fragile and delicate. She wasn't used to this sort of life. "And yet you brought him here to help us? Even though you know he will try and cheat us? Try and hurt us?"

Tia smiled a secretive smile. You could hear the smile in her voice. "Yes…but he don't know dat we are jus' as willing to cheat 'im back."

She walked over to a basket filled with some type of dried up plant and began picking through them in search of the best one, or at least, that was what she appeared to be doing. Will smiled and gently unfolded Elizabeth from his arms, even though he would've loved to embrace her just a bit longer.

"You have a plan then?" He asked Tia. She sighed, a sigh that obviously meant 'no'. She sat in a rickety old chair and fingered a jar containing preserved eye balls. Opening the lid a foul stench reached their noses. Elizabeth wasn't able to stand the stench and unthinkingly clasped her hands to her nose. Tia dropped some of the dried plant into it and closed the lid quickly, laughing at Elizabeth. Shaking it just a bit she looked up at them. The eye balls lolled around carelessly, seeming to watch their every move. The stench eased off and they were all able to breathe again a little light headed, Tia looked un-phased.

"Only you can save your dear friend Jack…but de question is:…can you come up wid de plan? What is your dear friend Lord Becket doing dese days?" Elizabeth stuck close to Will…thinking intently. She wished he would hold her again.

"I don't suppose womanly charm would get Jack and your father out of this mess would it?" She asked staggering a bit.

Will laughed. "Not unless you're willing to offer more then you want to give." She smiled down at the floor, "Or more then I want you to give any way," Tia Dalma grinned and stood clasping tightly to her jar of eyeballs. Starting to leave the room she called over her shoulder, "Think hard you two….dare is a way to save everyone." Tia disappeared into another room containing only God knows what.

"What ever do you think Lord Becket is doing right now? He must be angry without the compass, probably saying our time is wearing out."

"I'd like to know where Norrington went off to." Will chided in.

"What about the treasure of the Cortez? The Aztec gold? Does Davy Jones know it's cursed?" Elizabeth asked Will. Will shook his head from side to side concentrating hard.

"I'm sure he does…he controls the sea doesn't he? He must know every nook and crevice. And even then, how would that save my father?"

She looked into the brown of his eyes and admired the black locks of hair falling messily around his shoulders. He wasn't looking at her but at nothing in particular, slowly zoning out. Probably looking harder at his thoughts. The light brush of hair against his upper lip and chin brushing softly against her cheek. They stayed close for a while just trying to link their thoughts together.

He suddenly pulled away from her and looked towards the door.

"I have to save my father Elizabeth, he's right outside this door and I can't just stand here and let the ship sail away again. I won't rest until he's safe. I can't just watch him sail away while he's so close. If there's a chance that I can save him…I'm going to try it."

She smiled, "I have faith in you," He leaned in to kiss her…but pulled away quickly and ran from the room, she watched him leave, her hands clasped together watching him leave. "Be safe…" she whispered into the growing night.

To be Continued…