The brig, even with its putrid smell of rotting wood and the more constant creaking of the ship, was silent and became a good place to think. I paced back and forth, feeling the eyes of the crew following me from the other cell.

I felt a little bad for not feeling any pity for Jack's fate. Though, I did feel quite sorry for Elizabeth who was now doomed to spend the rest of her days with that man.

I glanced over at Will and knew I wasn't the only one thinking about Elizabeth. He sat staring at the floor with his head in his hands with a depressed look on his face.

"Will?"

He gave no audible response, but his eyes flickered toward me for a second before returning to the floor in a 'don't bother me' sort of way. I sighed and returned to my pacing which seemed to be the only thing keeping me from growing agitated at the situation.

...Or maybe not.

I heaved a sigh and stopped in mid-pace right in front of where Will was sitting.

"We need to get out of here." I said to no one in particular, looking around for anything in the slightest that might help us to escape. No reply came from anyone but I could feel the crew their eyes upon me while I thought of what to do. My eyes hit the rafters behind Will and a sudden plan came to mind.

I rolled up the sleeves of my dress and started to climb.

"There's no use, Cass." I heard Will mumble from below me.

"You know, in light of the current situation I would think you would be on my side." I retorted while carefully watching where I put my hands as I pulled myself upwards.

He sighed. "Get down from there; you're going to hurt yourself."

"Stop being such a worry wart! I'm going to be fine!" I snapped, aiming a kick at his head which missed by several feet. Will went quiet but it didn't stop him from acting like a protective older brother and stand to the side while watching me carefully to make sure I wouldn't hurt myself.

At the realization of what I had just compared Will to made me lose my balance for a split second and regain it before he could notice. The words 'protective older brother' rang loudly in my ears for a few moments before I realized I wasn't moving and started to climb again.

Remembering what had happened on the deck earlier had made it suddenly feel weird to make an older brother connection to Will. For years in Port Royal when people had asked about my relationship with him I had answered with 'He's like an older brother to me' which was true since he was my best friend and looked after me.

"Are you going to give up now, Cass? You're almost there."

I snapped out of my train of thought and looked around, noticing I had once again stopped moving but was near the top of the rafters.

"No, I was-"

I fell silent when the door to the brig slowly creaked open and the shadows of two figures appeared at the top of the stairs. Chuckles and his friend slowly descended them, carrying mops and a bucket.

"Look, all I'm sayin' is-" Pintel started before he caught sight of me. It only took one second for him to know what my plan had been.

"That ain't going to work. That's the gun deck above ye."

Well that's a slight disadvantage...

Slightly discouraged, I dropped lightly to the deck while everyone watched silently as the two cursed pirates started swabbing the deck. After a few moments, Cotton's parrot squawked from the other cell.

"Awwk, shiver me timbers."

Gibbs glanced at the parrot. "Cotton 'ere says you missed a bit."

Pintel glared and slammed his mop into the cell doors, spraying them with the water and causing them to back up a little bit. Will suddenly rushed up to the cell doors beside me.

"You knew William Turner?"

His question was sudden, but Pintel didn't looked shocked or surprised that he asked. He slowly came to a stop swabbing the deck and looked up at him.

"Ol' Bootstrap Bill?" He said thoughtfully, still looking at the floor. "We knew him... Never sat well with Bootstrap what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all." He took a glance at Will and an evil grin crossed his face. "He said it wasn't right with the Code. That's why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you as it were. He said we deserved to be cursed…and remained cursed."

"Stupid blighter." Came Pintel's partner's voice from across the room, walking toward him.

"Good man." Interjected Gibbs, glaring at Pintel as if he had insulted his mother.

"Well, as you can imagine..." Pintel started, rolling his eyes back to Will. "...that didn't sit too well with the Captain."

"That didn't sit too well with the Captain at all." His friend said, reaching Pintel and nudging him. "Tell him what Barbossa d-"

"I'M TELLING THE STORY!" Pintel interrupted, making his friend shrink back a bit but kept his mouth shut before continuing with his story. "So…what the Captain did, he strapped a cannon to Bootstraps' bootstraps... The last we saw of ol' Bill Turner, he was sinking to the crushing black oblivion of Davy Jones' Locker."

The look on Will's face couldn't have been more upsetting. He had hands tightly gripped to cell bars and was staring at the floor with no expression whatsoever.

"Course it was only after that we learned we needed his blood to lift the curse." Pintel added, looking at his friend.

"That's what you call ironic." He said, making them bust out laughing and hold on their mops for support. I was hardly paying attention though, I was too busy watching my best friend stare at the ground.

"Will?"

He looked up at me, opening his mouth to speak but stopped when the sounds of boots were coming down the brig stairs. Barbossa suddenly appeared, making Pintel and his friend quickly go quiet. For a moment he stared at them before throwing a set of keys at Pintel.

"Bring them."