Elizabeth watched Will rowing, wishing she could confide in him. She saw him glance at her every moment he could, saw the panicked terror in his eyes. She wanted to tell him what she had seen, but she wasn't ready just yet. It was tormenting him, she could see it, not only what she was hiding but what she had dreamt. He needn't worry … He's making this too hard! She could do naught but sit at the bow of the longboat, staring out into the vast open sea.

Will shakily put the oars down, letting the little boat drift a little. Elizabeth seemed empty, like whatever she was hiding was destroying who she was. He hated to see her so tortured, couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her so pained. He knew the intense feeling of loss too well, however this seemed a new level of extreme. He couldn't get her voice out of his head, from when she'd been asleep. At first he thought she'd been speaking to him. She'd whispered so many times, 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.'

"Elizabeth … what—" He broke off at the look on her face.

"I … It was my mother." She averted her eyes, not allowing herself to look at him while she lied. He doesn't deserve this. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve … him. "I remembered her death. I remembered how empty she looked, how distant she'd been. Feeling her hand become cold. Her parting words kept playing in my head."

He knew she was lying. He could taste the bitter disgust at how often she lied now. He tried keeping his voice level and calm. "Then what are you sorry about?" She looked up at him for the first time. She looked confused.

"I'm … what?" She doesn't understand … Doesn't Elizabeth know what she was saying? She spoke with conviction, as if convincing herself of something. "I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry about anything."

They sat in tense silence for a moment or so. The sun had set a while ago, and the soft sounds of gentle waves filled the air. Elizabeth spoke slowly, watching Will struggle against his instincts – to argue. "I'm sorry about … Jack." The tears were welling up and she couldn't stop them. She needed to tell him. She needed to let him help her. She was ready. "I … I killed him."

Will emitted a short laugh. He doesn't believe me. "You killed him?" He could see she was serious. "But I thought – You can't have killed him! Why would you?" He looked at her, unable – unwilling – to believe her.

"I did it … I did it to save us!" The tears were flowing now. She couldn't control it anymore. "It was after Jack, not us. I did what I had to!" She looked away.

"So you kissed him, to kill him. That makes a lot of sense, Elizabeth. Wasn't there any other way?"

"I knew you wouldn't understand. All you understand is saving people, helping people who don't need it just because it makes you feel better about yourself. You don't understand me at all. We're from different worlds, Will." She looked up at him, a fire in her eyes. She couldn't hold back anymore.

Will chose his words carefully. "We are. But we're living in opposite ones. There's pirate in my blood, but not in yours. You're more of a pirate than I could ever imagine to be." She looked shocked. Apparently she didn't think of herself as one. "I can't be your pirate, Elizabeth. It's not who I am. I don't understand."

"I don't need you to be my pirate. I can handle things fine on my own." She looked away. He resumed rowing. He was exhausted, but he wouldn't rest until they reached their destination. He couldn't stand to live like this anymore.

"I thought things would be different now. Happier. I guess you were never really happy in the first place."

Will continued rowing until he collapsed, falling into a deep sleep. Elizabeth carefully took the oars, thinking about everything. I don't deserve him. I don't deserve any of this.

Will dreamed of life before Beckett. When life was as simple as planning a wedding, sharing a happy life with his fiancée. Yet he could feel her pain. He did understand why she had acted as she had. He knew now why she was who she was. He understood that everything she had done had been not to protect herself, but to protect … them. He now regretted what he'd said.

I guess you were never really happy in the first place.