Elizabeth awoke to the sound of Ragetti and Pintel arguing with one another. Opening her eyes and lifting her head slightly from the sandy shore, Elizabeth got a glimpse of them walking towards her. The Black Pearl could be seen in the distance, anchors lowered.

"Stop rubbing it!" Pintel told Ragetti, who was indeed rubbing his wooden eye fiercely. "Yer gonna get splinters!"

"Can't help it," Ragetti responded, trying to hold back the tears that were caused by the harsh rubbing. "Need a glass one, I do."

"We'll get ya one soon." Pintel reassured him.

"Promise?" Ragetti asked hopefully.

"Promise," Pintel optimistically said.

"Good," he replied with a lighter tone in his voice.

"Oh, 'ello, poppet!" Ragetti said with a casual tone as they got closer to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth quickly marched over to Ragetti and furiously slapped him hard against the cheek. He held his jawbone as Elizabeth yelled at him.

"Why did you leave? The Captain did realize that I was stuck here until another ship came by, did he not?" she paused, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "Well?"

"We was just ordered to get ye on the ship. 'S not like we had a choice in the matter," Pintel said with an annoyed tone in his voice. Why they wanted this bossy little woman on their ship once again he didn't know. Pintel pointed behind him to the shoreline to indicate the rowboat that had been shoved into the wet sand.

"Alright," Elizabeth muttered, releasing her sword from the dense sand beside her and attaching it back to her side. "Let's go then."

"It seems that there is no other way to escape this island," Elizabeth thought to herself. "I will most likely leave them once I get the chance. I'll get a job, perhaps join a crew to keep myself busy. I might even fulfill my duties at Shipwreck Cove if there are any. I'm willing to do anything but follow Barbossa and Jack around on their selfish adventures."

Elizabeth was unsure of her responsibilities as King of the Brethren Court. She thought that she may have only been elected for that one incident, but perhaps not. What Elizabeth really wished for was to never have to vote among the Court ever again. Nothing can ever be resolved among pirates it seemed. Either Jack or Barbossa would know if anything was required of her.

"I'll leave once I find out," Elizabeth thought, reassuring herself that she would not return. Facing Jack again would be incredibly difficult, and she would rather not face it. The last expression he had given her was forever branded in Elizabeth's mind. That slight smirk on his lips had tried to not show the emotions he knew she could clearly see. Elizabeth saw all of the sadness and regret that Jack had from his past on his face, and he knew that she saw it.

To anyone else, Jack's facial expressions looked smug and confident. The confidence was that of Captain Jack Sparrow the Legend. Nothing could touch him, not even death. Jack was never known to let down his guard with anyone. For some reason however, he had made a mistake when it came to Elizabeth. She was given the privilege of seeing the man who feared everything, especially death, and regretted much of his life. Captain Jack Sparrow's legend was a lie, and he had told her so. She knew of his weaknesses more than anyone else ever had.

With Pintel rowing, Elizabeth sat in silence as she looked over to the sandy shoreline she had left behind. It held memories for her and Will that would be branded in their lives forever, and whether they wanted those memories to be joyful or depressing was up to them. Although the thoughts of him not returning for another ten years haunted her, Elizabeth attempted to brush off the reminders as best she could.

With a light sigh, Elizabeth turned her head back to look at the Pearl getting closer now. Barbossa was watching them row back, his frizzed brown hair blowing in the wind. From what Elizabeth could tell, Jack was nowhere to be seen on the ship.

When they finally got to the Pearl, Elizabeth climbed aboard and marched over to Barbossa. She glared at his calm face fiercely.

"Why did you leave me stranded there?" Elizabeth asked him angrily. "Did you honestly think I wanted to stay there for ten years? Perhaps become fond of living in solitude?" Barbossa's facial expression didn't dare change.

With a sigh, Elizabeth closed her eyes and massaged her forehead. "Where's Jack?" she asked with her eyes still closed, leaning against the ship's railing.

"I was about 'ter ask the same question as a matter of fact," Barbossa said as if the conversation was simply pleasant small talk to him.

Elizabeth's eyes quickly opened and she dropped her hands. "You mean to tell me that he's not here?"

"No…" Barbossa replied.

"And you don't know where he is?"

"No…" he said again with a slightly lighter tone, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at the young woman.

Elizabeth saw her advantage in the situation. "Why shouldI tell you where he is?" she asked him.

"Oh, so I see you do know of his location!" Barbossa said, smiling.

"I might be able to figure it," she responded, leaning against the rail again. "But why should I help you?"

"Ah," Barbossa sighed, "I see. You want something even after I rescue you," he pitifully said, as if the "rescuing" had required a long and unbearable journey.

"May I remind you that it was you who left me there in the first place?" Elizabeth said as she got even more angry at the situations Barbossa had continuously put her in.

"True, true," he paused, leaning into her face. "Well, miss. We have found a way to live."

"I believe breathing does the trick," Elizabeth responded sarcastically as she became tired at Barbossa's drawn out tales.

"What I'm getting to is that we have found a way to live forever. There is more than one way, you know." He paused when Elizabeth leaned towards the outer edge of the ship and looked out longingly at the horizon. Barbossa leaned into her and whispered in Elizabeth's ear.

"The Fountain of Youth."

"And?" she muttered, refusing to take her eyes off of the edge of the world.

"You can, of course, have a share of it. Think about it, miss. Will's powers as captain of the Flying Dutchman include living forever. You could be the same as him. Eternal." Elizabeth gave in a quick breath, realizing what he had just said.

"Eternal youth," Elizabeth thought to herself. "Mine for the taking."

She paused to think about what Barbossa had just told her, finally saying "What has this got to do with Jack?"

"Alas, he has taken the map. No map, no way to find it," Barbossa regretfully informed her. He despised himself for being such an idiot when it came to Jack. He should have known that this would have happened. "We made port in Tortuga for a day to pack supplies and such, and Jack went off to get drunk and meet up with a few wenches, I'm sure. I decided to leave while he was still in the pub and Gibbs was sleeping. Never thought he would've taken the map. Should have thought so, but did not."

Elizabeth didn't speak for a moment, weighing her options. Finally, she made her decision to at least help Barbossa. She certainly didn't want to be stuck on the island anymore. "He's still in Tortuga," she said.

Barbossa scoffed at this, turning around so his back was turned. "Would've left already."

"I suppose you have a better option, Captain?" Elizabeth said mockingly. "Is that your title now that Jack's gone?" Elizabeth crossed her arms and walked in front of him so that she faced him head on. "At least it would be a start to look there," Elizabeth stated as she walked away from Barbossa and towards the door that lead to the lower deck. Turning around at the last minute with a smug look on her face, Elizabeth yelled at Barbossa loudly over the wind, "Besides, Jack would have drunk all of his rum and wasted away all his money by now, wouldn't he?" With that, she slammed the door behind her.