"Elizabeth, is that you?"
"Yes. Why is this happening to us?"
"I don't know," Will softly spoke.
Elizabeth was almost in tears. She felt as if she had done something wrong, the last thing she remembered was she was set to marry Will but hadn't because of Lord Beckett. She felt as though she turned Will away from her, she could hear it in his voice.
"Will what happened? I don't remember much."
"Elizab-," Will looked up to see Beckett standing behind the stairs staring at them.
"Haven't you done enough," Will shouted.
"My my mister Turner you are being too, bloody hell what's the word I am looking for," Beckett said in a condescending tone as he was snapping his fingers.
"Oh silly me to forget, rash, rash is the word."
"What do you want with us," Will shouted.
"Ah ah ah mister Turner there is that tone again. Also you should have your eyes not only set on me. There is a greater evil than me that sail in these waters.
Will looked at Beckett with disgust in his eyes, "and who would that be, Beckett?"
"Why tell you all my secrets mister Turner?"
"You must tell us what is going on," Elizabeth demanded from Beckett.
Beckett was enraged by her outburst. He walked to the brig that she was kept in and pushed his hand through the cell bars and grabbed her by the neck.
"You do not speak out of turn with me, Elizabeth. Especially after everything that I have done for you!"
Will was upset by this but there was nothing he could do he was in a different part of the brig away from her and if that wasn't bad enough he was bound to the wall.
Elizabeth got free from Beckett's grip and snarled at him, "what have you done that was so good for me? You took me from the man that I love on my wedding day none the less, so I ask of you sir what is the great thing you have done for me?"
Beckett looked into Elizabeth's eyes. He saw the hurt and pain in them but didn't care. He turned to Will and spoke, "watch the one you love. For she may die for certain."
Beckett turned and left the room. Leaving Will and Elizabeth with their thoughts.
"Jack, do you know where she would have gone," Jaclyn questioned him as she approached him by the ships helm. "Love, I do not. But that's why I have this."
Jack reveled his compass. She looked at it with a curious eye.
"A compass. What good is a compass if you don't know where it is that you are going?"
"Well this is a special compass," Jack simply stated.
"What do you mean special?"
Jack grinned at her, "it shows you your true heart desires. In other words, what do you want the most darling?"
Jack handed the compass to her to imply for her to try it out. She looked at it for a moment and decided that she would play his game and took the compass from him.
"What if I don't know what it is that I want?"
"It will know."
She looked at the little box that was sitting in the palm of her hands. She opened it and waited for the dial to stop turning. It stopped. Jaclyn took a deep breath and looked at to what direction it was pointing. To no surprise of hers it was pointing to Jack. Jaclyn smiled and closed the lid real fast before Jack had the chance to see it.
Jack noticed her movements and walked next to her and grinned at her. The grin that melted Jaclyn's heart but would never let another know.
Finally Jaclyn asked, "where did you get this?"
Jack took it back from her and tucked it away to where it belonged on his belts.
"I got this curtsey of Tia Dalma. Ironic isn't it?"
The two looked at each other and smiled.