The next morning, all the crew were on deck, including the new ones. Gibbs was running around, frantic at the idea that there was now three women on board. Akila rolled her eyes as he muttered things about bad luck and superstition then walked over to Will.

"You be William Turner, aye?" she asked him as she walked around him in circles, pretty much behaving like Tia Dalma did the first time she had seen him.

"Yes," he replied, turning stiff all of a sudden. Technically, he was still engaged to Elizabeth, and he didn't want her to think that he didn't want to marry her anymore.

"Such a handsome lad, arr," she told him and grinned.

"Get your hands off of my fiance!" Elizabeth said, as she suddenly walked over to them. She decided to act protective of him for once. After all, she still loved Will with all of her heart.

Akila glared at Elizabeth. She certainly didn't feel threatened by her, since she moved even closer to him. "Ye're fiance, aye?" she told her and laughed. "Well, ye should 'ave acted like one, hm?" She started to move away from Will and she hissed when she passed by Elizabeth.

Will walked over to Elizabeth. "It wasn't me -" he said but Elizabeth put a finger on his lips to hush him, and smiled.

"I know," she told him. She moved towards him slightly as if to kiss him, but she seemed to change her mind as she left suddenly.

Will looked at her, disappointed and confused. Elizabeth seemed so different all of a sudden. He had never seen her so bitter and sad before. He wondered why she was acting this way. It was probably because they had lost Jack, but they were going to bring him back now.

At the other side, Elizabeth was staring out at the open ocean that awaited them. "Oh Jack," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what?" a voice said behind Elizabeth. She jumped and gasped as she quickly turned around to see who it was. Akila beamed at her. Elizabeth glared at her and returned her gaze back to the sea. Akila crept towards her slowly. "Poor Jack, I wonder how he decided to stay on him Pearl. It is so not like Jack at all." She smiled slyly at Elizabeth.

"Jack was a good man," Elizabeth simply said, but she bit her lower lip nonetheless.

"Yes he is," Akila replied and grinned. "My sister and I knew 'im well."

Elizabeth looked at her. "You did, hm?" She smirked. "Who's your sister?"

Akila raised an eyebrow. "She always forgets to introduce me," she told Elizabeth and rolled her eyes. "Tia be my sister."

"Your sister?" Elizabeth asked her, and now that she thought about it, they looked a bit alike. They were both black and had long hair, and unfortunately they both had the same sort of teeth. "I didn't know."

"Well now ye know, m'dear," Akila replied. "As much as I'm enjoyin' meself talkin' to ye, ye're fiance must be feeling lonely, aye?" She grinned.

Elizabeth closed her eyes for a few seconds, and she gripped the rail under her fingernails. She didn't feel like talking to Will at the moment. She knew that he probably noticed that something was wrong; all the more reason to try and avoid him. All she cared about right now was if Jack was going to forgive her for what she did to him. Elizabeth didn't want to admit it to herself, but it was as if she was starting to get obsessed over Jack.

"Avoiding William, I see?" Akila asked her then sighed. "Ye're not ready to marry 'im, lass," she added.

Elizabeth glared deeply into her eyes. "Oh shut it, you don't know me, and neither do you know of what I feel about Will. I love him, alright?"

"Think twice, for ye don't know me either," Akila told her then left.

Elizabeth turned her gaze to the ocean and frowned. She wondered what Akila meant by her last sentence. Elizabeth sighed. Gosh, I wish I had Jack's compass right now, she thought.

- - -

The HMS Dauntless was already getting farther away from Port Royal. The crew sailed under the command of Cutler Beckett, who had also ordered Weatherby Swann to join him. Norrington walked over to Beckett's side with a hint of a smile across his face. He had long wished to get his life back, and that was it.

"Where is the Governor?" Beckett asked Norrington without even looking at him.

"Locked up in the brig, as you ordered sir," the other replied with a small nod.

"Very well indeed," Beckett muttered as he saw the last of Port Royal before it was completely out of sight. He then turned around and made his way towards the brig. As he descended the stairs, Swann peeped at him from between the bars of his cage.

"I assure you Beckett, I do not deserve this," Weatherby said.

However, Beckett didn't seem to acknowledge what Swann had told him. He simply looked at him coldly.

"Your daughter is becoming very hard to handle indeed," Beckett said after a while and smirked. Swann said nothing; he merely stared at him and waited for Beckett to continue. "She has engaged in piracy too many time for the past year. There is nothing we have left to do except that if she is ever captured, she will have to be hanged."

At this, Swann made a noise as if he was suppressing a groan. "My daughter has no choice but to do so," he said boldly.

"I am sorry to tell you that that is not necessarily true," Beckett said. "Elizabeth could have remained in Port Royal and helped me like you are doing."

Weatherby smirked. "And that is working perfectly well for me, I see," he said as he eyed the cage that he was in. Beckett smiled.

"It is necessary Governor," Beckett replied. "I will see you later."

He left Swann alone in the brig, and went up on deck again. Norrington was still a few paces away from where he had left him. Norrington gave him a small nod and smiled. However, Beckett didn't return it.

"Davy Jones will meet with us tonight," he stated. Norrington frowned at him.

"How can you be so sure that he will agree to come?" he asked Beckett.

"He has no choice," was Beckett's reply. Both he and Norrington smiled wickedly.

- - -

That night, Beckett ordered his navigator to stop the ship where it was. They were still in open ocean, with no land near them. Most of the crew found it strange and didn't understand what was happening, all except Norrington. He was the only one who knew of Beckett's plans and the importance of the heart.

"What do we do now?" a Royal Marine asked Beckett.

"We wait," he replied and ordered everyone to remain in silence. Everyone did so, and Beckett eagerly waited for Davy Jones' arrival.

In a matter of seconds, the Flying Dutchman appeared from underwater. A lot of Beckett's men gasped, and even Norrington was a bit taken aback by the sudden appearance of a ship. The men didn't know what was more alarming, the fact that the hideous creatures aboard the Dutchman had just appeared from underwater, or the fact that they had somehow made their way miraculously onto the Dauntless. Unlike when they had appeared on the Black Pearl, they weren't seeking to threaten the crew, but they simply stood there, with Davy Jones in front of them, gazing solemnly at Beckett.

"I am pleased to see that you have decided to collaborate with us," Beckett told Jones.

"I have no choice, and ye know it," Jones replied quietly, still staring at Beckett.

"Indeed I do," Beckett replied with a smile. He started to walk around Jones. "We have a need to find Captain Sparrow and his crew."

"Captain Sparrow is in the Land of the Dead," Davy Jones spat. Even though he now knew that it wasn't Jack who took his heart, he was still angry at him since he knew that it was him who had caused all of this trouble.

Norrington raised his eyebrows at what Jones said, and couldn't help but smirk. Finally, someone had managed to stop that scoundrel from causing any more damage.

"Is he now?" Beckett said and smiled. "Then where are his crew?" he asked, but Davy Jones seemed unable to speak. "Answer me!"

"They were last seen near the island of Pelegosto," Jones's first mate replied.

"And what were they doing there, I wonder?" Beckett asked.

"We have no idea," the first mate replied, but Beckett smirked.

"That was rhetorical," Beckett said then turned towards his men. "Prepare to go aboard the Flying Dutchman!" he ordered them then turned to look at Jones. "Tell your men to set sail towards the Land of the Dead."