The following morning Elizabeth rose early, roused a few crewmembers (excluding her son and Jack), and "weigh anchor" was hissed to the men. She spun the wheel hard to port, concocting a scheme to see her husband, and watched an empty rum bottle plummet into the water under her orders. She spotted Captain Jack with her son atop the man's shoulders, and as the waves whirled into a mini-maelstrom, she hollered, "Hold onto, William!" Jack brought William into his arms, gripped the railing, and whispered comforting notions to the boy.

The chasm absorbed the bottle, and the blonde woman dipped the nose of the Empress into the whirlpool as the waters whipped rough and round, consuming the vessel bit by bit until a lather of foam encrusted the ship. They plunged into the elongated gaping vortex. The Empress spiraled through the passage, and Elizabeth was launched from the helm, cascading farther down the ship. She grasped a sail's line, clinging on for dear life as they struck shallow once soul-infested waters. The sea finally settled, and the woman gradually inched her way to the greenish deck. Jack reached up, aiding Elizabeth to the floor.

"You all right?"

"Mmhmm." Elizabeth replied, breathing deeply as William wrapped himself around his mother.

"That was scary." the boy muttered, his little body quivering slightly.

"Jack do you see-" Engrossed in the misty faze, Elizabeth clasped William's hand and led him to the stern of the Empress.

The Flying Dutchman glided through the foreign transparent waters with its captain at the helm, beaming at the sight of his lavish bride and the little boy that accompanied her. He had transformed somewhat in the past three years; he now wore a white blouse with a slick black button down vest, dark pants and boots, and a murky emerald green scarf was wrapped around his head, holding back his curly brown hair. Will handed the wheel over to Bootstrap Bill and began to trot to the bow of the menacing galleon, his eyes locked on his loved one.

Elizabeth could no longer restrain herself. "Will!" Her voice was rich in emotion, and William bounced against the side, admiring his father's strapping appearance. The woman smiled broadly as Jack directed the Empress alongside the Flying Dutchman, dropped the anchor, and encroached upon the reunion.

Will's eyes widened as the child came into view. "That is..." he trailed off in exultation.

"Your son." Elizabeth finished. "William, this is your father."

The three year old released his mother's hand and went closer to the edge. "Hi," he said shyly.

Jack strolled over to the Turner's sides. "Would you like to board-"

"Yes!" Elizabeth nearly shouted. She helped the pirate as he tugged on the lines to lower the longboat. Just as the boat settled into he water, the ship was jolted from side to side and hauled backward. The trio was thrown off their feet as the sea bubbled beneath them.

"Jack! What's happening?"
"Oh bugger... not good! All hands on deck!" He leapt to his feet as the vessel continued to be dragged further away from the galleon.

"Will!" Elizabeth shrieked, and William regained his grip on his mother. The vessel was jerked and began to bound in reverse as tears dribbled down Elizabeth's cheeks. She swooped her son into her arms and held him tightly.

Will attempted to pursue his wife and child, but the Flying Dutchman was locked in place. "Lay forward!" he shouted, but the command was in vain. "Elizabeth!" he cried, running to the helm and then back to the bow. "No!"

Elizabeth crumbled as chaos erupted, and Jack yelled worthless commands. "Don't leave me again..." she whispered, and William began to weep, disturbed by his mother's upset disposition. He curled up against the woman, and Jack eyed them in sorrow.

He finally gave up and let the writhing current pull them away from Will Turner. He sat down next to Mrs. Turner and William, but offered no comforting gesture except for his presence. Elizabeth outstretched her hand and enveloped Jack's, squeezing it in the thrusting of emotions.