Cassandra hesitated to answer Will's question. Cutler shouldn't be rushing this … Will hasn't healed properly yet. And Elizabeth must need time alone with her thoughts right now; cooping them up in a dingy could be disastrous! "There are … charts. Maps of a kind. They can lead you there from here but they're incredibly difficult to understand." Will looked as though he'd just swallowed something very putrid. He looked incredibly frustrated and affronted. He looked around at Elizabeth, but met a guarded expression. He knew she was being careful because of Beckett, he'd already duped them once.

"You won't have much time to learn the art of reading maps, Mr. Turner." Beckett looked rather smug as he insulted Will openly, the sarcasm thick in his voice. Will felt the back of his neck start to burn as he became deeply embarrassed at what he thought were two different people calling him stupid. "We leave at first light tomorrow. You should leave soon after." Beckett turned on his heel, a satisfied smirk crossing his face as the pair gawked back at him. He stalked off, back to the Endeavour to wait for Cassandra.

Elizabeth automatically dropped her stoic act as she saw the last of Beckett's jacket whip around the corner and out of sight. She left out a small sigh as she contemplated what had to be done in the allotted time, listening to nothing but the fading sound of Beckett's footsteps. She thought she'd finally seen the last of him for a while. Vaguely, she heard Cassandra and Will talking, and her attention was caught by the mention of her name.

"You and Elizabeth should leave tonight, before Cutler can change his mind about the boat." Cassandra warned them about the rocks, the hidden shallows, and something about sand crabs, rather vaguely before getting to the charts. She crossed the room and opened the wall – there was a hidden drawer above the bed – and revealed the charts.

The map was in the shape of a square, its edges pristine as if it had never been used before. Cassandra untied a thin ribbon and showed them the actual object they were seeing was not the folded charts, but a box. She pulled the map out of the thin box. It was a small square, less than a foot by a foot, but it was incredibly detailed. Will saw at once what Cassandra had meant about them being difficult to read; the writing was tiny and the wording made no sense. On the back of the chart there was a list of instructions – just in case. He initially thought that was rather juvenile of the mapmaker, but as he tried to decipher the strange instructions, he realized it was much easier to use the visuals of the map and not the writing. As it turned out, the map was only of the area and led straight from their current position to the island where Tia Dalma lived.

Will placed the map carefully back in the box. "How long will it take? The entire journey can't be that long …" He looked out the window at the twinkling night sky. If they had to leave tonight they'd better leave soon. He wasn't sure how early in the day it was, but before first light they had to be gone.

"It should only take a couple of days." She looked grimmer now. "But unfriendly seas and even unfriendlier creatures can make all the difference. Watch the land, watch the skies. And never leave the water unchecked. The longboat is waiting outside. I've provided what you'd need for three days. Pray you reach her fast." As Cassandra left, she said a silent goodbye, wishing for their safety. Calypso, cruel cousin … don't be too hard on them. Guide them, keep them safe. She called back to them. "Tell Tia Dalma I say hello, will you?"

Elizabeth hadn't said anything for a while now. She was deep in thought, her mind whirring with a thousand memories. She thought about her mother, how much she missed her. She thought about her father, waiting for her back home. She didn't know what she'd do without Will. Slowly, methodically, she looked at him and spoke. "II think it's time. If we want to see the crew, we should go." Will nodded and together they went to the longboat and cast off from the island, hoping not to go astray.

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As the light crept across the seas, Elizabeth fell asleep to the gentle rocking of the boat. Her dreams were filled with terrible thoughts, terrible images that had been haunting her. Every bad memory had been dredged up over the past week. She couldn't sleep properly for it, and she looked a ghost for the fright that had been inflicted. She still hadn't gotten over what she'd done, and although she knew Will could help her, she didn't want him to suffer as well.

This dream was especially bad. She was reliving her mother's death over and over. She could see her mother, lying on a soft bed, her eyes empty and distant. Her voice, telling Elizabeth to be all she can be, echoed a million times at once, like a silent scream wanting to ring, but unable to crescendo. Elizabeth could feel her mother's hand in her own, feel the warmth being sucked dry as the last breath escaped her mother. She turned away, only to be facing an angry, vengeful Will. He was advancing; he kept screaming at her, 'Why wouldn't I understand?' He finally resigned and turned away, the tears falling fast down his cheeks. She moved towards him, and he turned to face her, but it wasn't Will's face she was staring into. It was Jack. He pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply, chaining her against the mast. Leaving her to the Kraken. He whispered a parting word. 'Pirate,' and went to join the others in the longboat. She saw them sail away, unable to do anything, unable to say anything. Will called back to her, but all she heard was her name. It mocked her, a cruel parody of everything she felt. Somehow it all reverberated back as her name sounded all around her. Elizabeth … Elizabeth … Elizabeth …

"Elizabeth?" She opened her eyes. "Are you alright? You scared me for a moment. I thought …" He had abandoned the oars, letting them drift on the currents. There was a terrible pain in her head; she moved her hand up to her forehead, feeling warm blood on the side of her face. He was trying to clean the wound. He looked shaken, as if he had seen a ghost. She knew she must look dreadfully more shocked. His voice was little more than a whisper. "You fell asleep. Must have had a terrible dream. You hit your head on the edge of the boat and … I couldn't calm you down. I was afraid you were … gone." She knew what he meant by that. He thought he was losing her. She felt terrible. The dream made her feel terrible. That dream, she wouldn't soon forget.

Will didn't have much success in rowing the boat as the day progressed. He could only imagine what sort of dream could be that terrible. He was so preoccupied, watching Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye, fearing for her life, or her sanity. Lately she hadn't seemed like she was all there. He needed her to tell him what really happened. She needed him to know, needed him to help her. She just didn't know it yet.

I thought … I was afraid you were gone.