Will Turner decided that now he had seen it all. He was leaning against the ship's side casually and smiling slightly as Cotton (An elderly mute) and Marty (A midget) wrestled each other on the deck, while most of the other pirates on the crew stood around them, shouting and placing bets. The only person making an effort to separate the two was his fiancée... possibly a former fiancée. Her voice shouting," STOP IT! YOU'RE ALL BLOODY BOORISH...,"faded away as he reminded himself of their relationship. It amazed him that he still needed to remind himself. Apparently weeks of silence between them wasn't enough. By now, he was sure, she knew what separated them, and yet neither even tried to speak about it. There were no apologies... no remorse. That is what hurt him the most, but he said nothing. If Elizabeth wished to speak to him, she would. She was perfectly capable of speaking her mind.

"TO HELL WITH YOU ALL!" Rang Elizabeth's voice loudly. This was continued with a line of loud curses as she stomped off below deck.

Perfectly capable.

"How can they possibly be so arrogant, as if fighting could possibly help anything!" Elizabeth fumed to herself, as she stomped through the narrow hallway below deck, aiming for what was supposed to be the First Mate's cabin. She had demanded that she would not sleep with those pigs called pirates. She didn't expect or want any other special treatment, just private sleeping and dressing quarters. Barbossa had agreed, though he didn't resist insulting her after she mentioned the need for a place to dress by asking, "What needs to be hidden, Miss Swann?" Dirty pirate. Elizabeth didn't trust him. She was sure there was some reason Barbossa had not killed them all after rescuing Jack and it probably benefited him.

Elizabeth had reached her cabin. She twisted the handle, ignoring the now familiar squeak of it, and pushed the door open. Her eyes widened at the sight of Jack Sparrow standing in her room, playing with a small piece of a mirror. "Jack!" She gasped.

"Oh... 'Ello, love."

"What are you doing in here?" She asked, now covering her surprise with a cold demeanor.

"I needed a place to be and this happened to be it."

"Jack," She began frostily," You would do well to remember any sense of propriety you have. This is a lady's room."

"Propriety?" Jack asked, his nose scrunched up in disgust, mirroring the tone of his voice. Elizabeth gave him "a look".

"Alright Miss Swann," Jack relented some," I understand you are in fact a woman," He dragged out 'woman',"However, I was in desperate need of a place to be, as I said before."

"Desperate?" Elizabeth asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, very desperate, love. You see Barbossa was trying to get me to consider a partnership. I told him I would love to discuss this all, but needed to take care of something. I couldn't hide in the rum cellar or in the Crew's quarters , and became desperate- hence my presence in your wonderful cabin." Jack finished, topping off a lie with a compliment of sorts.

"Fine, Jack. Just leave now, alright?" Elizabeth asked, exasperated with another one of his excuses. "Of course, love." Jack said with a sly smile, and left.