Isabelle stood on deck and stared into the moonlight. She'd spoken to Jack and Elizabeth over their evening meal and had gained permission from the Captain to stay on deck in the evenings and sleep during the first parts of the day. During the morning hours all hands would be up and about and Isabelle would find the rest she desperately needed. If she slept when everyone else was sleeping, she risked taking on their dreams which were decidedly dark.

"So how is it that ladies of obvious breeding always manage to find themselves aboard pirate vessels?" The corner of Isabelle's mouth turned up in a reluctant smile as James Norrington grasped the rigging that extended into the night sky above them.

"I believe it is necessity." She responded. He squinted at her, but it was not in anger—he almost seemed to be smiling at her.

"Necessity? How do you come to such a conclusion?" he asked. Now she was sure he was amused, the lilt of laughter was in his voice.

"Necessity drives men to piracy. Why can it not drive women to such ends?" Isabelle turned to face him, leaning against the rail and relishing in the feel of the wind and salt mist playing through her long hair. She tucked an errant strand behind her ear as Mr. Norrington continued to stare owlishly at her. "Think of it t his way. A man is poor, and can not make the living he desired as an honest trader—or, more likely, he finds himself on the losing end of some sea battle. Necessity for more treasure, or a necessity to save his own life if he found himself pressed would drive him to piracy."

"And are you the sort going after treasure, or fighting for your life?"

"My life." Isabelle answered into the darkness. There was no hesitation in her voice and though she knew he had meant the comment to be a jest, she knew in her heart that what she said was true. Necessity to protect Jack, and Elizabeth and William Turner from the evils of Lord Cutler Beckett had driven her from him and his lackey Mercer and onto the decks of The Black Pearl. She could hardly make out Mr. Norrington's face in the evening light but she knew the levity of their conversation was all gone. "And you? What drove you to piracy?"

"An unfortunate turn of events." Mr. Norrington built an effective wall about himself and even Isabelle's keen intuition could not penetrate it. She nodded and folded her arms across her middle, shivering slightly as an especially cool spray of mist found its way to her neck.

"Mr. Norrington! A hand, if you have one to give!" Someone shouted in the darkness. Isabelle looked towards the source of the voice but had her attention brought back to Mr. Norrington when he spoke up.

"You should go below decks. The sea and wind are coming up. Good evening Miss."

"Yes, thank you….Good evening Mr. Norrington." Isabelle and Mr. Norrington moved apart and she stayed out of the way of the crew for the remainder of the evening.

It was some days later and in the afternoon light Isabelle watched as the crew took up the daily routine and did odd jobs about the deck. She stood near the bow of the ship on the starboard side and stared at the men working amidships. Through the tangle of ropes and cable and the mass of dirty bodies she saw Elizabeth sitting on the steps leading up to the quarterdeck. Something was amiss. Isabelle could almost see the black cloud hanging above the younger girl's head. Isabelle kept her gaze focused on Elizabeth even as she sensed Jack creeping up behind her.

"Hello, Captain." She heard Jack stumble slightly and curse. It unnerved him that she could sense his every motion. "How goes the voyage?"

"Don't you know?"

"Of course." Isabelle answered, finally turning to face the dark eyed captain. "But I'd prefer to hear it outright."

"It goes well." Isabelle turned her attention back to Elizabeth who still sat staring into nothingness across the ship from them. Jack stood behind Isabelle and practically set his chin upon her shoulder to follow her gaze. "Storm's a brewing though. What say you?" Isabelle smelled rum on his breath, the spicy, sugary smell engulfing her.

"I say you're very astute. She needs someone to talk to, and understandably, she doesn't trust me. I was there when she was arrested after all, it is my brother who has turned her world topsy-turvy."

"Hmmm." Jack straightened and teetered slightly as the ship dipped into a furrow between waves, mist splashing up to soak the rail beside them. Isabelle had long since resigned herself to wet boots and hems.

"Jack." Isabelle looked at Captain Sparrow and raised one arched eyebrow. "What's stopping you?"

"Me?"

"You're itching to do it. Just go speak to the girl."

"Why can't you?"

"I don't want to intrude." Isabelle turned and strolled towards the open hatch and went below decks to retrieve her coat, leaving Jack alone on deck to talk to Elizabeth.

When Isabelle returned she found a spot on the rail to stand and watch as Jack and Elizabeth spoke in hushed tones. She watched as they drew closer and in spite of Elizabeth's feelings for Mr. Turner, which were so strong they were uncomfortable for Isabelle, there was a small essence of desire for Jack. Suddenly Isabelle realized that it wasn't truly Jack that Elizabeth desired, but what Jack stood for. Elizabeth felt trapped and thought that Jack's life offered a modicum of freedom. Isabelle also sensed a measured amount of jealousy and when she glanced around, she noticed James Norrington's eyes focused intently on Jack and Elizabeth. Elizabeth came over to where Isabelle stood and leaned on the rail. Isabelle couldn't be sure, but she thought she might have seen tears in the young girl's eyes.

"Is everything all right?" She hadn't wanted to intrude, but now she felt as if she hadn't the option; Elizabeth had come to her.

"No." Elizabeth sniffled and shook her head. "My whole life is in shambles and the one thing I want most in the world is the one thing that seems farthest off."

"Mr. Turner."

"Yes." Elizabeth breathed and now Isabelle was sure that the strong Elizabeth Swann was beginning to crack. "You said you had seen him once before and he was fine. But that was days ago. I just wish…." Elizabeth trailed off and shook her head. "I shouldn't…I'm sorry."

Isabelle smiled indulgently. There was a brief shining moment when Elizabeth had wanted to ask Isabelle to seek William out. There was hope in the thought that Isabelle might be able to help her. Isabelle hadn't felt helpful to anyone in a very long time.

"It would be difficult…but I could try."

"What?"

"You want me to search for Will. I could give it a try, but I can make no promises." Elizabeth's eyes were bright.

"Really?" Isabelle smiled softly and nodded.

"Let's go up near the helm, where there aren't so many eyes." Isabelle led the way and heard Elizabeth moving swiftly behind her. "I won't lie to you, it's hard to seek someone out that I don't know well. Really it was by chance that I was able to see him last time…Jack was with him." Elizabeth watched as Isabelle leaned against the rail. "It might not work."

"Please….try?" Elizabeth begged. "I just want to know that he's alright…that he's as safe as can be expected…"

Isabelle nodded and faced the wide ocean. She stared at the wake of the ship and saw a dolphin leap through the crests and fresh turned water. She remembered a lesson that Kapil had taught her about using things in nature to channel her thoughts. It had worked when she was trying to guide her thoughts to something narrow, it had taught her focus. She had never tried it, but understood that it would work the opposite way as well. She would use the Pearl as an anchor point, the focus and cast her thoughts outward along the wake, using it as a sort of directional agent. She went slowly at first, and eventually found the pod of dolphins racing along behind the Black Pearl. Even the marine life could not match the speed of the fastest ship in the Caribbean. It would work, the wake was a conducive channel. She cast her thoughts out across the sea and felt herself pulled along the tops of the waves. In her mind, she flew across the vast oceans. She relished the feeling of it. It was freedom in its most base form. But she had to focus; she could not enjoy the freedom garnered from such a moment when there was work to be done.

Elizabeth watched and saw the smile cross Isabelle's face and hope welled up within her. She hoped it meant Will was well.

"He's safe." Isabelle said finally. Her voice was weak and her eyes remained shut. To Elizabeth, it seemed as if Isabelle was a long way off, even though she was standing beside her. Isabelle spoke again. "He's aboard a ship."

"Strange thing to come across a longboat so far out in open waters."

"Just put as many leagues behind us as you can. As fast as you can."

"He's running from someone." Isabelle said translating what she was seeing in her mind. "There's a dress…." Isabelle began to slip deeper into the vision. She could smell the warm aroma of coffee that permeated the wood of the trade ship. "And a ship…"

"What's going on here?" Jack snapped seeing the two women at the back of the ship. Elizabeth shushed him.

"She's looking for Will, she says he's safe on a ship, but is running from someone." Elizabeth said filling Jack in on the situation.

"Colors?"

"Not flying any."

"Pirates!"

"Or worse…"

"Oh God…" Isabelle breathed. Her eyes snapped open and she stared intently into the bright blue Caribbean sky. Her eyes were silvery white and seemed sightless. She was fully immersed in the vision, pulled like a rag doll into a whirlpool. Try as she might she could not get out.

"Isabelle, what's happening?" Elizabeth practically shrieked. Isabelle seemed not to hear and maintained a death grip on the Pearl. Her fingers occasionally dug into the salt soaked wood and her breaths came fast, as if she'd run a great distance. She was fighting to break the vision's hold on her.

Elizabeth was terrified. "What have I done? Why did I allow her to do this?"

There was a terrible sound in Isabelle's head and she saw a great tentacle slip up from the side of the ship before it began its horrible work destroying the Edinburgh Trader; the monster appendage treating the ship as if it were a toy. Masts cracked and splintered, decking was cleaved in two, and sailors were flung hither and yon across the water. Will Turner seemed to be everywhere at once and Isabelle followed his movements across and above the deck. She saw men grasped by the huge tentacles and flung away, she saw their bodies broken like toys and she heard their screams.

"Isabelle?" Jack reached a hand out tentatively in spite of the un-ease her chill gaze gave him. He thought the physical contact might draw her back but it was useless. Instead, in answer to his plea, she said the last thing he wanted to hear.

"It's the Kraken." Her voice breathless and weak and Jack felt a chill emanate from his hand on Isabelle's shoulder and shoot up his arm.

The whole scene played out over the course of ten minutes, and through the whole of it, Jack and Isabelle were forced to watch as Isabelle dealt with the horrors on her own. There was nothing they could do to help. Isabelle's blonde hair swept across her shoulders and over her cheeks, but she didn't even notice it, her eyes reflecting liquid silver and open to them. Finally she saw the death blow for the poor Edinburgh Trader, the ship snapped in half as if it were made from balsa wood and not heavy oak. It was then that she was finally able to pull free of the terrible vision and bring herself back.

Jack and Elizabeth, and several curious pirates who had heard the concerned shouts of their captain and Miss Swann watched as Isabelle finally pushed away from the rail and fell sobbing on the deck. Elizabeth knelt across from her but was unsure of how she could help. Jack moved to reach a hand out to touch Isabelle's shoulder when he saw the black spot blossoming upon his palm. Suddenly, the sobbing woman on his deck was the least of his worries and he had a deep unrelenting desire for the jar of dirt that Tia Dalma had given him. He disappeared from the scene before too many people noticed.

"What happened? Isabelle?! What happened? What did you see?" Elizabeth bombarded her with questions.

"He's alright….He's alright, he survived." Isabelle said weakly. "He's the only one to survive…." Mr. Norrington knelt down between Isabelle and Elizabeth and watched as Isabelle continued to sob. "They killed all the others…."

"What is she talking about?" Mr. Norrington asked Elizabeth but Elizabeth was unable to answer him and could only stare dumbly at the other woman. Isabelle sniffled once and then shook her head, clearing it of the remnants of the vision as one would clear a slate. She reached for the rail behind her and pulled herself to her feet but collapsed as the deck bobbed violently beneath her and fell into the arms of James Norrington.

"Land Ho!" Someone shouted above them. James looked down into the red rimmed eyes of the blonde woman he held.

"Isabelle?" Elizabeth asked tentatively.

"I'll be alright…you have to prepare to go ashore." Isabelle stood slightly straighter but kept a tight grasp on James Norrington's waist coat.

"Where's Jack?" Elizabeth asked, finally realizing that Jack had snuck away. "He was here a moment ago…" With one last glance at Isabelle, Elizabeth moved off down the deck to prepare to go ashore to look for the chest, the heart and the way for her to save Will.

"Are you alright?" James asked. Isabelle moved across the deck and sat heavily upon a large sea chest on deck and closed her eyes as she rested her head in her hands. "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Isabelle said. "Just an episode."

"Episode? Like the one you had the other night?"

"The other…" Isabelle grasped her hair in her hand as she looked up at Mr. Norrington. Unsure what he was talking about, and weak from the vision, she didn't quite understand his question. Then she remembered her first night aboard the Pearl and the 'episode' with the hurricane that she'd stumbled on. She hadn't really thought that that dream belonged to Mr. Norrington. She slowly nodded her head and took a deep breath. "Yes, something like that…only much stronger."

"Is there anything I can do?" He asked kneeling before her. He watched as she took another slow, deep breath and sat up a little straighter. "Anything I can get you?"

"No. You need to go ashore as well…" Isabelle stood up to prepare herself, but was still too weak to do so and fell against Mr. Norrington.

"This is becoming all too familiar, Miss Beckett." James whispered down to her. Isabelle rested her head against his chest and wished that the darkness that was threatening to engulf her would abate long enough for her to get to her cabin under her own power.

"Not by my choice, I assure you." Isabelle made one more effort to step away but was forced to rely on Mr. Norrington. "I'm just so tired…."

Without waiting for another moment to pass by, James Norrington swept her up and carried her below decks to her own cabin where she could sleep off the effects of the terrifying vision she'd witnessed.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I really appreciate the reviews I've gotten and I appreciate your patience with me for not posting sooner. Hopefully they'll come faster now that I'm back from vacation. Have a great week!