Little John's shop was tucked away in a back alley, so inconspicuous that Gibbs first thought he made a wrong turn somewhere. The shop itself was filled with various odd wares. There was a ship's helm here, a rotting wooden treasure chest there, and other pirate memorabilia that would easily be classified as junk strewn about in unorganized piles.

Little John walked out from behind a torn sail, "Ye looking for anything in particular?"

"People tell me you're the man to see," Gibbs spread his hands again to a half a foot and was about to ask about the key. "There's a key about this long that-"

Jack rushed inside, "There you are! We need to leave. Now? Savvy?" Jack began ushering Gibbs towards the alleyway entrance, back to the pearl.

"Jack? Jack! I think this is the man we've been looking for," Gibbs resisted Jack's efforts. "He deals in exotic items, probably has the key."

Sparrow ushered Gibbs a few feet away from Little John. "The key isn't here."

Gibbs didn't understand. "But Captain, I've yet to even ask him."

Jack spread his arms out wide. "There's no key on this God-forsaken island."

"What about the compass, Jack?"

"It lied. It wants to kill me."

"It wants to what? You're not making any sense. You want the Areñas Del Tiempo. The compass points towards what you want most. The compass led us to Ansa La Raye. Therefore, the key to our treasure lies here." Gibbs was proud of his reasoning, "I'm sure whatever trouble you've managed to get us into can wait a few seconds. Let me just go back and ask –"

"No! We need to leave now! The compass made a mistake! I was in the mood for yellowfin tuna and the compass accidentally led us here, but now that I have sated that hunger it's pointing to the sea once again." Jack lied. He didn't want to admit the real reason for their detour.

Jack guided Gibbs back to the ship, hoping that his compass would point true now, even though he hadn't resolved anything with Mrs. Turner.

By the time he had reached the dock, Jack was feeling quite reassured. Therefore, he wasn't prepared to find Elizabeth standing beside the Pearl. Upon seeing her, Jack jumped back and hid behind Gibbs.

"Get rid of her."

"Get rid of who?" Gibbs had yet to recognize the woman staring longingly up at the Pearl and was baffled by Jack's ridiculous behavior.

"Leaving without saying hello?" Elizabeth asked before turning slowly to face them. A large grin spread across Gibb's grimey face as he realized who she was, just as a grim scowl distorted Jack's features. Captain Sparrow had hoped to he could make it back to sea without having an encounter.

"Elizabeth Turner as I live and breathe," Gibbs rushed forward and gave Elizabeth a bear hug.

Elizabeth wholeheartedly returned the hug. "I've never been happier to see you, Mr. Gibbs."

Jack cleared his throat loudly. Gibbs pulled out of the hug, unsure of what he had done to anger him. "Er, Captain?"

Jack turned to the ship without even looking at Elizabeth. "Mr. Gibbs. We have a need to make sail at once. Now off with ye—"

"Jack!" Elizabeth shouted, her voice cracking. She sounded as if she were near tears. Why was Jack ignoring her? After five years of separation, Elizabeth had expected a heartfelt reunion, or at the very least some harmless teasing and sexual innuendos. She certainly hadn't expected coldness.

"Mrs. Turner," Jack offered Elizabeth a smile devoid of any real cheer, "So good of you to see us off."

"I thought we might catch up. You could tell me of your adventures at sea, searching for treasure and battling with Barbossa, and I could introduce you to my son, James. He would get a real kick out of you." Elizabeth tried to melt his cold exterior with her sweetness and laughter, and for a moment, she saw it working on him.

For a moment, she saw real affection and happiness in his dark-lined eyes, but it vanished when Gibbs interrupted.

"Jack?" Gibbs returned from preparing the crew, "we're ready whenever you are, Captain."

"I'm afraid we can't stay a moment longer. Really wish we could, but we can't, so…" Jack offered out his hand, to shake hers good-bye.

Elizabeth stared at his outstretched hand in disbelief. "No! I haven't heard from you in five years. For all I knew you could have been—"

"Dead?" Jack interrupted. "So sorry to disappoint you, love."

He moved to board his ship but Elizabeth stepped in front of the boarding ramp, blocking his path. "I can't just let you go like this. Can't you just stay for one day? One night?"

Sparrow raised his finger in the air, but his words lacked the gusto of the gesture. There was no denying that he truly wanted to spend a bit of time with her. "I'm very sorry love, but it wouldn't do to let someone else get to that hourglass before me."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrow and played her trump card. "I'm cooking a pot roast."