Chapter 3

The surface of the ocean remained relatively calm, until it was violently broken by a massive ship with hellish features, which came through with its bow pointing upward and then forward once the ship had returned to the regular position. And once the vessel had fully emerged from the ocean and had also sailed a few feet, its black sails were released, causing the winds to blow in their direction and allow the ship to sail faster. The ship in question belonged to Calypso, and at the present time, she and her crew were standing upon the main deck, staring ahead at their destination: Port Royal.

The crew members were all holding their weapons either over their heads or straight ahead while they screamed in violent hunger. Every last one of them was ready for an attack, they were just waiting for the approval of their captain. However, Calypso was the only person aboard the ship not joining in on the raucous; she was simply standing in front of her vessel's railing, slightly separated from her crew, and she was concentrating on the locket draped around her neck. The locket itself was open and Calypso occupied herself by softly running her thumb over the glowing navy blue source, admiring the sheer beauty of the item and certainly not taking it for granted. The sea goddess then allowed her gaze to be momentarily torn away from said locket, and she now stared ahead at Port Royal, along with the rest of her crew.

Calypso concentrated hard on her surroundings, namely the weather conditions, while she gazed at the town that was only a short distance away. And shortly thereafter, the winds started to pick up and the ocean gradually became more violent while the sunshine from above was swallowed up by an onslaught of dark gray clouds over the course of a mere few seconds. And while this was all transpiring, Calypso's crew regarded these events with uncertainty, clearly not yet used to the fact that their captain could manipulate the weather and do whatever she wished with it at the drop of a hat. But Calypso paid no attention to the reactions of her minions; she just continued on with her task, unperturbed and unmoved. The next thing she did was to avert her gaze to the cloudy sky, and once she did that, Calypso's eyes became eerily blank and they glazed over so that instead of being a natural color, they were now the same color gray as the clouds in the sky. After a few moments of staring into the collection of clouds with that reflective gaze, a low rumbling became audible; the type of rumbling that signaled the arrival of a storm: thunder. The thunder was soon followed by lightning, which was also reflected in Calypso's eyes the very moment it appeared in the sky. Calypso then smiled a dangerous smile, and she trained her gaze back upon Port Royal.

Her first mate approached her in the same instant. "Orders, Captain?" he asked in a demonic tone of voice.

Calypso, her eyes still gray and reflective, gave her first mate the briefest of glances before refocusing back on Port Royal. "Right now, we wait," she responded plainly. "First, I want the people of Port Royal to experience firsthand just how cruel I can be."

The first mate smiled in sinister understanding. "Aye, Captain." He walked away, giving Calypso both her space and her silence. Both were necessary in order to accomplish what she intended to do.

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Meanwhile, the battalion had been overcome with confusion. Every soldier who had been going about their duty of preparing the weapons only moments before were now still and staring up at the cloudy sky with confounded expressions etched across their faces. Some were whispering to each other, attempting to figure out the meaning behind this sudden change in weather conditions. The wind had been gradually picking up, and it was now blowing against everyone on the battalion, hindering whatever progress they seemed to be making.

The only two people who did seem to be in the know, however, were Jack and Will. The only reason the soldiers hadn't apprehended Jack by now was that upon arriving in the battalion, Will had informed them all that Jack presented absolutely no threat to them whatsoever. And seeing as Will was currently the new Governor, no one showed any signs of protest. But presently, Jack and Will were standing near the edge of the roof of the battalion, where they were accompanied by other soldiers as well, and Jack was peering through a spyglass; he was scanning the distant horizon, searching for any indication of Calypso. He didn't get one until the spyglass passed over a ghastly ship that was sitting peacefully on an ocean that was anything but peaceful. Jack swung the spyglass back to where it had passed the vessel seconds before and stared intently through the hole that magnified the large craft. He adjusted his view until he had a crystal-clear view of the ship's occupants...and Jack was met with the sight of countless henchmen who had both oceanic and demonic features about them and the sole person who seemed to reign supreme over them: a beautiful woman adorned in a wardrobe that combined the look of a pirate with the look of a Goddess. There was no denying who this particular blonde-haired woman was. Gulping nervously, Jack lowered the spyglass.

"Is it her?" he heard Will ask.

Jack nodded silently, a look of fear upon his face. He could do nothing else except hold out the spyglass for Will to take, which he did, and continue to stare out at the ship that posed a threat to him.

Beside Jack, Will squinted through the spyglass in order to ascertain a satisfactory view of what seemed to be unsettling Jack so. Through the magnifying instrument, Will saw exactly what Jack had seen only moments before. But Will took a particular interest in what the woman he came to the conclusion was Calypso was doing. She appeared to be looking at Port Royal with a blank expression and as far as Will could tell, there were no pupils in her eyes.

Will lowered the spyglass and opened his mouth to mention this to Jack, but before he could do so, raindrops began to fall from the sky at a steady pace. The rain wasn't too strong, but Will could guess that it would soon get to be so in a short period of time.

"Curious," Will heard a soldier nearby say to his comrade. "I've never seen a storm come up like this so suddenly."

"It's not a curious thing at all. It's common if you're familiar with Calypso's methods," Jack said as he retook the spyglass from Will's hands and used it to get a second look at what Calypso was doing. "Just as I suspected. She's creating all of this."

"Do you think she intends to unleash a massive attack on the town using only water?" inquired Will.

Jack turned to face Will, the spyglass still leveled. "It's not only water, mate. To Calypso, water is a weapon. One that yields results."

Will shoved the spyglass away from Jack's eye and gave him a stern look. "Do you mind?"

Jack grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, mate."

"So should I consider this rainstorm a prelude to something worse?"

"Take from me, someone who's familiar with Calypso's work...yes."

Will nodded and motioned for a nearby soldier to come forth; he did. "Send some men out into the town to protect civilians. We should anticipate something that could potentially threaten everyone here."

The soldier nodded. "Should any civilians in the streets be ordered inside, Governor?"

Will allowed himself only a few seconds to think about the question. "Yes, that would probably be the best course of action."

The soldier showed his understanding and promptly dashed away to pass on the message. Will went to rejoin Jack at the edge of the roof when a sudden thought struck him. "Elizabeth!"

"What about her?" Jack asked.

"I just remembered...She went with Michael and Jacquelyn to the prison in order to find Jacquelyn's mother."

"So?" Jack shrugged. "Just send out an order for her to be brought back here."

Will stared at Jack briefly before running off to find a soldier and tell them to do just that.

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Elizabeth, though, was already inside the town prison...along with Michael and Jacquelyn. They had already checked in with the warden and as a security precaution, Elizabeth had been forced to leave her sword with the warden until they returned from the cells. Elizabeth and the two children were there to free Mary Thomas, Jacquelyn's mother, from prison; and appropriately, they were currently being escorted to her cell by a guard who possessed the keys to said cell. Being the wife of the newly appointed Governor, Elizabeth did carry the authority to override Barnet's reason for having Mary imprisoned and thus allow her to be set free.

The group finished descending the stairway leading to the collection of cells that held every single prisoner there and they all walked to their left, heading in the direction of Mary's cell. As they walked along the hallway, if you could even call it that, all of the dirty and filthy inmates of the prison goggled at Elizabeth, hooting and hollering at the sight of such a beautiful woman; very rarely were they treated with the honor of a woman visiting them. Elizabeth paid no attention to the catcalls and offers of more intimate things, however, and she kept walking without even batting an eye at the ingrates. The guard accompanying them did, though, and he quickly went over to the barred doors and made rather harsh threats to them, telling all of them to desist in their behavior unless they wished to receive cruel and unusual punishment. That seemed to deter the prisoners enough to cause them to stop and they went back to the ways they had developed for passing the time.

The guard then rejoined Elizabeth and the children. They were only a short distance away from Mary's cell, and they were able to reach it within a few more seconds. Once they came to a halt in front of the iron bar door, the guard inserted the proper key into the lock, turned it, and pulled the door open. Elizabeth, Michael and Jacquelyn stepped in, all three of them immediately spotting the form of Mary lying on the stone floor. Elizabeth was the first to reach her, and she cautiously came closer to Mary's body, under the impression that she had fallen asleep. She tried gently shaking her shoulder as a first tactic.

"Mary?" Elizabeth said in the tone one would use to wake a sleeping person. "Mary? Mary, can you hear me?"

Elizabeth then decided to roll Mary on her side, thinking the movement might be enough to wake her, but Mary's eyes still didn't open. At that moment, Jacquelyn came to Elizabeth's side, clearly wanting to help.

"Mama? Mama, I'm here. Please wake up...come on." Jacquelyn tried shaking Mary at different parts of her body, but nothing seemed to be working. She looked up at Elizabeth, confused. "Why won't she wake up?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "I don't know." She turned back to the guard. "Get the warden. Now." Her voice contained mounting urgency. After the guard had left, Elizabeth whipped back around to Mary, her thoughts now taking a turn for the worst. With shaking hands, she placed two fingers on Mary's throat, checking for a pulse. She felt none.

Elizabeth gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, unable to control herself. Jacquelyn looked at Elizabeth, even more confused than before.

"What's wrong, Mrs. Turner?" she asked.

Instead of answering, Elizabeth took hold of Jacquelyn and pulled her closer, holding her in the most affectionate way she could. Michael stepped closer to his mother as well, just as the guard and warden raced into the cell and went to examine Mary's body.

They went through the same motions as Elizabeth, making their best attempts to awaken Mary, but to no avail. All the while, Jacquelyn was clutching Elizabeth's leg fearfully, tears now running down her cheeks. Elizabeth picked Jacquelyn up and held her in her arms. Finally, after endless minutes, the warden got to his feet and solemnly approached Elizabeth.

"I'm sorry. She's gone."

Jacquelyn buried her head in Elizabeth's shoulder and really began to cry now. Michael looked up at his best friend and found that he too couldn't help shedding tears; Elizabeth noticed this and tenderly grabbed her son's hand.

"How? And for how long?"

"At the moment, the cause of death is indeterminable...but since there seem to be no wounds of any kind, I would say that it was internal. Perhaps she got ill." The warden eyed Jacquelyn somberly and cleared his throat. "Mrs. Turner, perhaps it would be best if you...went somewhere else?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "No. We're going to stay here for the moment. So, could you give us some privacy?"

The warden nodded. "Of course."

He and the guard left the cell as Elizabeth took the two children over to sit on the cell's bench so that they could continue grieving.

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Back on the battalion, Will was assisting the soldiers who were busying themselves with loading the cannons. He was crouched low, so his view of the sea was obstructed by the small bit of wall that the cannons poked through. As Will went about loading the heavy black weapon, Jack had the task of keeping an eye on Calypso and her ship using the spyglass. Will glanced up momentarily at Jack and asked him a question as he carried on with his own duty.

"Is there any indication of an attack?"

Jack didn't respond at once; he kept peering through the spyglass and by this time something had clearly captured his full attention. He became more interested on what he was seeing on the opposite side and attempted to focus the spyglass more clearly.

Will noticed this and queried further. "What is it? What do you see?"

Jack abruptly brought the spyglass down to his side, an expression mixing shock with anxiety now on his face. "Well...it appears as if Calypso is indeed attacking."

"How?" asked Will without moving.

Jack cleared his throat nervously before answering. "She's doing it...in waves."

"You mean she's sending a certain number of her men out?"

"No...I mean...well, come see for yourself." Jack grabbed Will's arm and dragged him to his feet so that he had a clear view of the horizon.

"Jack! What're you..."

Will lost his voice, however, once he saw what Jack had. Firstly, Will noticed that he could no longer see Calypso's ship; the view was blocked by something. And that something happened to be a gigantic tidal wave that reached high into the air...and that tidal wave was coming toward Port Royal.

Will's eyes widened upon seeing the enormous tidal wave and soon, he was calling out to his soldiers and running toward them. "TO ARMS! BRACE FOR IMPACT!"

"And what exactly are we bracing for?" asked one of the soldiers.

Will pointed madly at the oncoming tidal wave. The soldier followed Will's finger and when he saw what he was pointing at, he had pretty much the same reaction as Will. He raced through the battalion, shouting sat the top of his lungs about the tidal wave.

As he did so, Will turned to Jack. "Elizabeth's not back yet. When that tidal wave hits the town, it'll sweep through the streets, claiming every living soul in its path." He paused. "I've got to go find her."

Will made to run away, but Jack halted him by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Are you mad? You've got to stay on high ground, otherwise that tidal wave will surely take you."

"I'm willing to take that chance," Will replied evenly. That being said, he dashed away to exit the battalion.

Jack watched him go, sighed and rolled his eyes. "Nobility. So irksome." And then, Jack did the only thing that came to mind: he followed Will.

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Calypso observed her tidal wave's progress from behind, her eyes normal again and a satisfied smile stamped across her lips. Her first mate was standing right beside her, staring at the enormous wall of water as well.

"Do you believe one tidal wave will be sufficient enough?"

"Never judge by appearances," said Calypso. "What looks to you like a tidal wave is actually a form of transportation for my decidedly...unique warriors."

"Warriors?"

"You'll see. In good time, that is."

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Will, with Jack right behind him, raced through the streets of Port Royal, his destination the town prison. The duo passed soldiers who were busy shepherding any remaining civilians into their houses or other buildings. Finally, they reached the prison and dashed inside without hesitation.

The pair ran down the stairs leading to the cells and out of instinct, took a sharp left and kept on sprinting until they reached a cell door that stood ajar. Will and Jack came to a halt directly outside the door and caught their breath while looking inside. What they saw was the immobile body of Mary Thomas lying in the center of the jail cell and sitting to the side on the bench was Elizabeth, who was tenderly holding both Michael and Jacquelyn.

Somewhat cautiously, and with his eyes still upon Mary's dead body, Will walked over to where Elizabeth and the children sat. He bent down in front of them. "What happened?" he asked Elizabeth softly.

Elizabeth replied in a voice that caused her to seem distant. "We came here to set Mary free because Barnet obviously imprisoned her on false charges, but when we arrived, we found her this way...dead."

Jacquelyn started to cry even harder at the mention of the word 'dead'.

Will sighed deeply and rubbed Jacquelyn's back affectionately. He could understand how it felt to lose a loved one at such a young age. But Will reminded himself that they couldn't spare any time at all; they had to get out of there right away.

"Elizabeth, listen. Calypso is on the outskirts of the town and she's just created a massive tidal wave that's heading directly for us. We need to get out of here immediately."

Elizabeth's eyes widened. "What? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I personally saw the tidal wave. We have to move now."

Elizabeth silently agreed and she began to explain the situation to Jacquelyn. At the same time, Will scooped Michael up into his arms and waited for Elizabeth to do the same with Jacquelyn. Once she had, both of them raced out of the cell and along with Jack, exited the prison as quickly as they could.

"What about the other prisoners?" Elizabeth asked on their way out.

"There isn't enough time. They'll just have to do whatever they can to survive," answered Will.

Moments later, they were back outside in the streets of Port Royal, and time was running out. Jack, Will and Elizabeth all looked desperately around, searching for the proper escape route.

"What direction is the ocean from here?" Elizabeth inquired.

"I think that way," said Jack, pointing East.

All of them began to run in that direction, that is until Will spotted the oncoming wall of water through the gaps in the town buildings...and it was coming fast. Jack and Elizabeth, who was still carrying Jacquelyn, were in front of him and Will knew that he had to make them get out of the way.

"Nonononononono...MOVE!" he shouted.

Will raced forward and grabbed Elizabeth's right arm. He then pulled her along a few feet before she wrenched free of his grasp in confusion.

"Will, what are you doing?"

Will simply pointed behind her toward the oncoming water. Elizabeth turned around to see what all the commotion was about, and when she did, she gasped and ran alongside her husband; Jack was right behind them. Still holding the children in their arms, Will and Elizabeth stayed in the lead as the massive wall of water gradually began to gain on them; at this point, the rain had become more aggressive. After running quite a few feet, Will decided to sneak a glance behind him in order to get an idea of where the flood was, but he immediately regretted it. He saw that the flood was quickly gaining on them, and Will knew that the five of them had to find somewhere to escape the wall of water as it passed them by. Will began to look around desperately for an escape route, and found one.

"THIS WAY!" he yelled, taking Elizabeth into his arms yet again and dashing off to the right, where an open building awaited; Jack, as always, was right on their heels.

They all entered the vacant building with great haste, making sure to shut the door and any open windows. Will and Elizabeth set Michael and Jacquelyn down on the floor and went back to the closed door. Both of them pressed their palms against it in an attempt to hold it in place while the flood raced by outside.

Sure enough, there came a great rumbling as the gigantic tidal wave finally reached the part of Port Royal where Jack, Will, Elizabeth and the kids were. The ground shook violently, as well as everything else in the vicinity. Will and Elizabeth struggled hard to keep their balance as the flood persisted; there were indeed times when they were nearly knocked off their feet. But just as soon as the great trembling began, it abruptly stopped.

Everything was suddenly back to normal, and the only water-related sound coming from outside that was audible was the noise of the still-falling rain. Curious, Jack crossed the length of the room they were all currently in and opened the window he came to. He peered carefully outside, searching for the cause of the sudden change.

"What the bloody hell...?" he murmured to himself.

"What is it?" Will asked him.

"There's absolutely no evidence to suggest that a flood ever occurred here, that's what it is. Although, it's still raining hard...that's for sure."

"Is there any sign of Calypso out there?" said Elizabeth.

Jack waited a moment before answering, his eyes obviously scanning the area within his sight in order to provide an honest answer. At last, he replied to the question. "Not from what I can see. Do you think it would be safe to venture outside anyway?" He looked to Will for the answer.

Will just shrugged. "Well, if there's no sign of any danger...then I don't see why not."

He then slowly pulled open the door and looked outside to be met with the sight of a deserted street, no sign of a recent flood of water coming through the streets whatsoever, and the shower of rain that was still falling from the storm clouds above. Will, not being able to shake a slight feeling of foreboding, placed his hand lightly on the hilt of his sword and stepped out into the rain slowly. Will's eyes darted all around, prepared for any attack that may rear its ugly head.

And as he predicted it would, danger did indeed show itself in the form of an attack once Will had reached the center of the road. It happened so fast and so sudden, that Will almost didn't see it coming in the split-second before it did.

From out of thin air came a figure made of what was undoubtedly water, partly formed by the rain. The watery figure materialized in thin air and came zooming at Will, knocking him into the air and ultimately to the ground a few feet from where he had originally been standing. Will collided with the ground hard, the impact slightly knocking the wind out of him. Will sat up, regaining his breath and clearing his head by shaking it in the midst of the rain still falling. He looked over to see what had done this and received a surprise.

There, slowly materializing on the road, was a large figure being forged by liquid. But the liquid creating this figure didn't come from the endless rainstorm, it came from liquid that seemed to have nothing to do with the rain. The water in question first created the outline of a muscular figure, and once the basic outline had been completed, the more intimate features made themselves more distinct. The skin of this figure was pale, as if he had hardly seen any sunlight at all, and the man was adorned in black clothes that had mysterious symbols woven into the fabric along the edges and portions of the middle. This person, if Will could even call him that with absolute certainty, had a stony expression and hard jaw, although he lacked any genuine weapons as far as Will could tell.

However, that irregularity was soon erased from Will's mind, as the water warrior extended his right arm fully; the result was a massive collection of the falling raindrops swarming toward the warrior's hand and quickly forming a huge and lethal-looking sword. The warrior grinned threateningly at Will and in response, Will unsheathed his own weapon. He then made to advance upon the warrior, but another supernatural occurrence caused him to stop in his tracks.

All around the first water warrior, countless others were being created from liquid and each of them was as large and menacing as the last. And just like the first warrior, the new ones were able to manipulate the rain falling around them and create swords from it. Now, not only was there one water warrior to deal with, but numerous ones. Each of them raised their weapons in pre-battle poses, challenging Will to a grueling duel.

But before Will could do anything else, there came from his side a short gasp and an exclamation of surprise.

"Holy bugger!"

Will looked to his right, where Jack's voice had come from, and saw that he was standing there with Elizabeth. Both of them were staring wide-eyed at the newly formed water warriors.

"This is impossible!" exclaimed Elizabeth over the torrential rain.

Jack scoffed and regarded her with slight disbelief. "Lizzie, you should realize by now that 'impossible' is always possible when in my good company."

As Elizabeth gave a considerate expression to that comment, Will called out to them. "I could use some help over here if it's not too much to ask!"

"Right," said Jack to Elizabeth. "What say we lend a helping hand to your beloved whelp?" He then whipped out his sword and dashed to Will's side.

Elizabeth took a brief moment to roll her eyes at Jack and placed her hand at the spot where her sword should have been, but was met with the feeling of her hip. She looked down to discover the empty sheath strapped around her waist, and then Elizabeth suddenly remembered: her sword was still in the warden's office at the prison.

"Great," Elizabeth muttered to herself, "just great."

She looked up to find that both Will and Jack had already begun to fight the water warriors.

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However, Elizabeth Turner wasn't the only person observing the duel in the streets of Port Royal at the moment. Back on her ship, Calypso cupped her precious and mystical locket tenderly in her palms. She was staring intently into the locket's center; the trinket's powers were causing it to serve as a sort of window for the fight transpiring right then, showing its master the progress of her special minions. Calypso's first mate was looking in on the scene as well by peering over his captain's shoulder.

"The mortals seem to be holding up surprisingly well," he observed, indicating Jack's and Will's prowess with a blade.

Calypso nodded. "For now. But they'll soon discover that my water warriors are literally unbeatable. They have orders to make our friends seek refuge in the Governor's mansion. That is where I plan on meeting face-to-face with Jack Sparrow."

"But don't you need to be inside the town in order to do that?"

Calypso smirked. "All in due time."

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Will was furiously fighting, surrounded by three of the water warriors. He spun around, making his sword deflect each and every swipe of a sword aimed at him. Will the plunged his blade deep into the chest of the closest warrior, but found that it had absolutely no effect. The only obvious effect it had, though, was that there came a sickening squelch when Will's sword pierced what was supposedly skin. Will let out a disgusted sound while dodging another blow by ducking, coming back up to full height, and punching the other warrior who attempted to do the same thing. Will's fist made contact with the face, but the instant it did, the face of the warrior evaporated into pure water and reformed good as new only seconds later. Next, Will swiped his sword from the leaking chest of the warrior he had stabbed earlier, made to land another lethal blow, but was knocked backward by a fierce jet of water that hit him square in the chest.

Will went flying past Jack, who was busy dueling water demons of his own, and crashed into an empty wheelbarrow lying discarded on the side of the street. The wheelbarrow broke completely under Will's weight and sent him crashing down a few more inches, now even more dazed than he already was. After that, Will just lay there, starting to regain both his bearings and his strength.

Meanwhile, Jack carried on fighting the water warriors he had ended up with. He swished and swiped with his sword, slicing through the chests of some warriors horizontally from time to time, but it didn't do anything to wound or slow down his opponents at all. Frustrated, Jack attempted to kick the warrior facing him in the shins, but the moment Jack's boot made contact with the warrior's leg, the leg morphed into a column of water...much like the face of the other warrior Will had tried to punch. Jack withdrew his booted foot immediately, not wishing for anything weird to happen to it.

"I must admit...Calypso is rather clever."

Jack flipped his sword in midair, caught it, spun on his heel to deliver what he hoped to be a fatal blow...but was stopped by a forceful jab to his cheek. The punch fazed him enough to cause him to become momentarily disoriented; disoriented enough to make him not see the jet of water directed toward his chest. The jet, just like it had done to Will, caused Jack to go flying backward through the air and land next to Will.

They both glanced at each other knowingly and nodded. "Hi," Jack greeted Will in a mock-formal tone.

But when Jack went flying through the air, so did his sword. In fact, it went flying in the direction of Elizabeth, who was currently without a weapon. Out the corner of her eye, Elizabeth spotted the sword falling from the air in her direction, so she sidestepped a blow and caught Jack's sword with her awaiting hand behind her back. Then, Elizabeth brought forth her salvation by swinging the sword in front of her and successfully deflected a sword which had been bearing down upon her. Elizabeth connected swords with the water warrior in front of her and summoned up some of het inner strength in order to shove both blades to the side, which automatically freed Jack's sword from the struggle.

The water warrior then tried to sideswipe Elizabeth, but Elizabeth saw this coming and half-spun to allow the sword in her hand to meet her adversary's. And then Elizabeth, unaware of the warriors' liquid-like structures, jabbed her foot into the chest of her opponent, only to have it go straight through the barrier without it ever making any true contact with something solid. Elizabeth regarded this action with surprise and tried to remove her foot, but the water warrior smiled a sinister smile and closed his eyes. This caused his watery chest to retake its solid form, closing in around Elizabeth's foot, keeping it where it was and not allowing it to move. Elizabeth struggled with all her might, but her foot just wouldn't budge.

As Elizabeth continued to try to get her foot free, the water warrior grabbed Jack's sword, wrenched it from Elizabeth's grasp, and tossed it away.

The sword went skidding and clanging toward the place where Jack and Will still sat recuperating and came to a halt in front of Jack's feet. Jack looked at his sword and scooped it up.

"Thanks!" he called to the water warrior, who was now holding Elizabeth tightly by the shoulders. "I was wondering if I would get this back."

He looked at Will, who in turn was looking on at the scene involving his wife and the water warrior with fear in his eyes.

The water warrior had now managed to get a hold of Elizabeth, who was furiously struggling in his grasp. Elizabeth made many attempts to free herself by somehow injuring her attacker, but to no avail. The water warrior gave her one last look that emanated a sense of authority before throwing Elizabeth into the air, this time without using a jet of water.

Elizabeth came down and landed in a different wheelbarrow on the opposite side of the road, this one filled with assorted fruits, all of which splattered when Elizabeth crashed down upon them. Elizabeth moaned, now stained with the juice from the fruits, and felt a pair of hands help her sit up. She opened her eyes to see that the pair of hands belonged to her son, and Jacquelyn was helping Michael in his task as well.

At the same time, Will and Jack came racing over, ducking and diving to avoid jets of water from the warriors as they did so. Once the pair of them reached the fruit wheelbarrow, Will finished the job of hauling his wife out of it and gracefully set her on her feet.

"They're indestructible!" Will shouted to Jack.

"No," Jack replied, "just composed of water."

"We can't keep fighting them," said Elizabeth. "We'll just keep getting beat like this."

"Good point," agreed Jack. "But how do we escape pirates made of water in the middle of a rainstorm?"

Before anyone could answer, a peculiar sound filled their ears. The sound was comparable to the whirling of a tornado, only there wasn't any visible sign of a tornado. But the wind was definitely picking up and as a result, the rain falling close to Jack, his daughter and the Turners began to swirl around as if it were the invisible tornado. And a few seconds later, that's exactly what it turned into.

A miniature tornado which was incorporating the rain and which was also gradually pulling up the people it was surrounding into the air. Jack, Will and Elizabeth each tried to stay on the ground while Michael clung to his parents and Jacquelyn to Jack, which ended up being rather awkward for Jack. While they were all being lifted up into the air, Will and Elizabeth grabbed hold of their son tightly and Jack attempted to do the same, although it felt disconcerting holding the child who was apparently his daughter.

By now, they were all a good distance away from the ground. And it wasn't until this point that Jack, Will and Elizabeth realized that this tornado of sorts was taking them somewhere...because they were still flying, but gliding in a certain direction, against their will. Will was the one to look ahead in order to get a proper sense of their bearings.

Will was able to conclude that they were heading toward the Governor's mansion, because they were beginning to descend toward it...and at an alarming rate.

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Calypso was observing all of this from where she stood upon the deck of her ship and felt an immense sense of satisfaction when she saw the figures that were obviously the people she was about to meet fall toward the Governor's mansion. Smiling to herself, Calypso placed the locket of hers back around her neck and turned to face her first mate.

"I have business matters to discuss with Captain Jack Sparrow. I will return shortly...and hopefully with a new ship."

After those words had been said, Calypso's form evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace of her behind.