Elizabeth was partly relieved to see that James was still alive, but she was shocked that he had betrayed them.

Just then it dawned to Jack; the reason why he didn't find the heart in his jar of dirt. Norrington had took it and delivered it to Beckett. Jack gritted his teeth together as he tried to break free, without success, from the tight grip that one of Beckett's men was holding him.

It all happened so fast. In a matter of seconds, Davy Jones' crew had teleported themselves onto Poseidon and were snarling at the crew, particularly at Jack and Will, whom they had both met before. Jones walked around them and stopped near Jack. He narrowed his eyes at him.

"Jack Sparrow," he spat. "It's funny how we keep coming face to face for the past couple of days, eh?" He smirked.

"Ah yes, first we spend so many years without the pleasurable company of one another, now we're seeing so much of each other it's getting annoying," Jack replied and smiled sarcastically. Jones glared at him.

"Well I'm sorry Jack, but ye are going back to the locker, with all of your beloved crew. I doubt that ye would have anyone to save ye then," Jones snarled and his crew laughed. He then turned suddenly serious. "But first, Beckett wants to have a word with ye."

- - -

"I can't believe that scoundrel let the other scoundrels take that bloody heart," Barbossa said through gritted teeth. "Now we happen to locked away inside our own ship's brig."

"It wasn't Jack's fault!" Elizabeth said. Will glared at her but didn't say anything.

"Whoever said I was talking about Jack?" Barbossa asked her.

"It's obvious," Elizabeth said and rolled her eyes. Nobody said anything then. Elizabeth was worried. She hoped that Beckett wasn't going to do anything bad to him.

"I could have been talking about the Commodore," Barbossa said after a while and everyone turned to look at him.

Ragetti giggled. "Former Commodore," he said.

"You wouldn't have called Norrington a scoundrel," Elizabeth argued with Barbossa.

"Aye, I would," Barbossa replied.

"No you -" Elizabeth started to say but was interrupted by Will.

"Can you two please shut it?" Will asked them angrily.

Everyone turned to look at an angry and miserable Will, and everyone saw fit that they shouldn't say another word.

Up in the Captain's quarters, Jack was sitting on a chair with two of Beckett's men next to him. Beckett was walking around the room without saying any word. The only thing that could be heard was Beckett's footsteps, and Jack didn't like that sort of annoying silence, and it happened to be himself who broke it.

"Well since – apparently – you have nothing to say, it's best if I -" Jack said and was about to stand up, when one of the men next to him pushed him back down. "- get going," Jack finished with a sigh.

Beckett looked sideways at Jack and smirked. "Mister Sparrow, I am awfully glad that you aren't dead anymore," he told him.

Jack raised his eyebrows. "You are?" he asked him, confused. He thought that Beckett would be pleased to hear that Jack was dead.

"Yes I am," Beckett said, and Jack continued to raise his eyebrows. "I want you to work for me Sparrow."

Jack snorted. He knew that something like this was coming sometime soon. "What makes you so certain that I am going to accept, eh?" Jack asked him.

"Oh because you have to," Beckett told him. Jack snorted once again and glanced down at the floor. "... If you want the Pearl back," Beckett finished and smiled.

Jack looked at him sharply and the other simply smirked. Beckett knew that Jack was going to consider his offer. Jack would do anything to get the Pearl back. Jack thought it was slightly fishy that Beckett was willing to fetch the Pearl back from the depths for him, but Jack would do anything for that beloved ship, and Jack knew that Beckett knew that.

"So what is it going to be, Sparrow?" Beckett asked him.

"I won't do it," Jack firmly said. Beckett narrowed his eyes at him, and remained silent for a moment. Funny, normal men would be honoured to work for Beckett, and Jack won't even do it to get his ship back; a ship which he adored so much.

"You are one hard man to understand," Beckett commented after a while, then ordered his men to lock Jack in the brig with the others.

Elizabeth and the rest of the crew placed their gaze on the door as it opened and two Royal Marines holding Jack came inside. Without any word, they left Jack there and went out. They all looked at Jack as if expecting him to say something.

"Well mates, no worries. We will manage to get out of here ... somehow," Jack said and gulped.

"And how do ye propose we do that?" Barbossa asked him.

"I don't know. Still working on that part," Jack said and glared at him. "Well you're the supposed Captain who came on the rescue journey. Do you have any plans?"

"No Jack, this was all your doing, you idiot," Barbossa growled.

"I am -" Jack started but once again, Will interrupted them.

"Now don't you two start!" Will shouted.

Jack looked sideways at Will and twitched his nose. "What's with the temper lad?" he asked him.

"The whelp has been biting everyone's heads off," Barbossa muttered and Will gave him an ugly look. "Well it's true!"

"And why might that be?" Jack asked him.

Will took a few steps towards Jack and curled his hands into a fist. "Oh I think you know exactly why that might be," Will told him. Jack raised his eyebrows and took a step backward.

"Easy lad, I have no idea what you're talking about," Jack said and put his hands in front of him as if to shield himself from Will's fists, which looked more than ready to punch Jack across the face.

"You're unbelievable Jack," Will said and raised his fist in the air. Everyone was confused. They had no idea what was happening, all except Elizabeth of course. Jack's eyes widened then closed suddenly and waited for Will's punch. However, that never came.

Jack opened his eyes again to see that Elizabeth had grabbed Will's arm and lowered it.

"Will, stop it!" Elizabeth shouted.

Will looked at her calmly and lowered his arm completely. He turned back to Jack and glared at him. "We're not finished," he told him through gritted teeth and walked away from him.

Jack stared back at Will. As far as he was concerned, Jack here was the victim. First, Elizabeth practically killed him, then he ends up a prisoner, and then Will threatens him. Life was just not going well for Jack.

"You really have all this twisted, William," Jack said.

Elizabeth widened her eyes at Jack and gave him a look that pleaded to not go through all of that right at that very moment. She wasn't planning to hide everything from Will, but she didn't think that was the opportune moment to tell him, especially with all of the crew listening to the conversation.

Will looked up at Jack and walked towards him once again. "What do you mean?" Will asked him.

Jack opened his mouth to talk, but when he caught Elizabeth's expression on her face, he closed his mouth and bit his lower lip.

"Oh it's nothing really -" Jack started to say, but Will placed his fingers around his neck and pushed him against the wall.

"I said, what do you mean?" Will asked him angrily.

The crew gasped, and Akila walked over to Will and pushed him away from Jack.

"Are ye mad?" she asked Will as she stared at him incredulously. "Did ye come and save him to kill him?"

"I might as well have," Will said.

"Ah then you might as well have left me dead. At least I wasn't being attacked by a maniac there," Jack retorted.

"Stop it, both of ye!" Tia Dalma interrupted. "We don't need this righ' now."

"Aye she's right," Gibbs said nodding. "We just need to calm down and stop fightin' with each other." He looked from Will to Jack and back, not really knowing what was happening between them.

Will and Jack moved to the other side of each other, and finally everyone fell silent. Barbossa walked over to Jack and rested his arm on his shoulder.

"Jack," he said and sighed. "Why does it always have to be you?" he asked and shook his head. Jack gave him an ugly look but didn't say anything.

- - -

It was late at night, and everyone seemed to be asleep, except Elizabeth. She couldn't understand how any of them could manage to take any sleep after what had happened that day. Or maybe it was that Elizabeth had the most worries in her mind, with all that was happening between Will and Jack. She buried her face in her hands and sighed. This was all her fault. Will wasn't going to rest until he gets Jack for what he had done, and what wrecked Elizabeth most was that she knew it wasn't Jack's fault. It was herself; she had kissed him and she had killed him.

Suddenly, someone opened the door harshly and closed it behind him. Elizabeth stood up and grabbed the bars of her cage, trying to take a look at who had entered. The only thing she could see was the shadow of a figure, but it was dark to see who it was.

"Who's there?" Elizabeth asked worriedly. If it were one of Beckett's men, then they wouldn't have stayed near the door without moving.

"Elizabeth, there is no time to lose," a familiar voice whispered, and the figure walked towards her.

It was none other than James Norrington.