Evangeline yawned, exhausted. They had spent almost a week- a week- in Tortuga, and she had stayed up every night to make sure Kalepi didn't try to escape again. He didn't, but that was little comfort for Evangeline as she sagged against the side of the Pearl. Kalepi stood by her side, considerably shorter, and his arms hung limply over the side. At first she thought he was going to be sick, but after a few minutes Evangeline was wondering if it was just a comfortable position for him.

"Is that comfortable?" she asked doubtfully.

Kalepi considered it, wiggling around a little. "I guess," he said after a moment. "My fingers are throbbing a bit."

"Ah. Bummer."

"Mm."

Silence fell again. Their conversations had been going like this for days: after she caught him trying to escape, it was as if Kalepi had doubled the walls he'd built around himself and now she had no way of getting in- at least, not without force, or maybe bribery. She could offer him information about his past, but it wasn't much use if he already knew it and if he didn't, what would she say anyway? All she knew about him was that he had been possessed by a demon at birth, taken by slave traders when he was still just a boy and escaped somewhere along the line to come to Port Royal. If he didn't already know that himself, she would be more than a little bit concerned. No, there would be no in-depth conversations with him- not for a while, anyway. Maybe the walls would crumble over time…

Just as Evangeline opened her mouth to try again, there was a strangled cry of alarm followed by the almighty roar of the exploding sea. Salt water erupted upwards and came crashing back down onto the deck, drenching the wood and everyone that stood on it. The ship rocked violently from side to side, throwing Evangeline against the side much like Kalepi was, though he was now holding on considerably tighter and looking suitably alarmed.

Evangeline whirled around clumsily, bracing herself against the side of the deck. She stared, in open-mouthed shock, at the dripping ghost ship that had appeared beside them. Before her eyes, fully-armed men appeared on deck and rounded up the stunned crew members, one by one. A few of them threw confused glances at each other, and Evangeline was astounded when Gibbs gave the murmured order to drop their weapons.

Once again, her hand started to her waist, where the holster of a weapon should have been. Again, nothing. She stomped her foot a little in agitation, and instinctively pushed Kalepi behind her when one of the intruders, an older man than Jack, levelled his cutlass at her throat.

"Who're you?" the man demanded in a hoarse voice. "You look familiar."

Kalepi raised an eyebrow at Evangeline. "You know this man?"

"Never seen him before," Evangeline replied, holding her chin high. She would not show her fear. She had to reassert her authority. She had to ask the first questions. "Who are- where- how did you-" Her questions got tangled in her throat. She glanced around the ship wildly until he saw something that might mean anything. "Who's that guy?"

Three heads turned as one to look at where Evangeline was pointing; namely, at the man jabbing his own sword at Jack's throat at the helm. Kalepi raised his eyebrows again. "That's your big question?"

There was no response, because then the man turned around again with a light of realization in his eyes when he looked at Evangeline again. "You," the man breathed in a hoarse voice. "You look like Jack."

Evangeline paused. "You know my dad?"

The man gestured with his sword. "Stand with him." They hesitated. "Go!"

Evangeline jumped and crossed the deck with quick steps, Kalepi trailing along behind. The man followed, sword at Kalepi's back. Eventually they stood behind Jack, and the man who was threatening him glanced at Evangeline once and did a comical double-take.

"Who is she?" he demanded, of no-one in particular.

"Captain's daughter, Mister Turner," the older man replied.

"Thank you, Mister Turner."

Evangeline snapped her fingers as Mister Turner the Elder shuffled away. "Oh! I know you! You're Davy Jones, right?"

Even as she said it, she knew she was right: the ghost ship that could appear anywhere on the seas, the William Turner who had sailed with her father… She glanced at his chest, visible between the folds of a loosely buttoned shirt, and sure enough a long scar was carved right over his heart. Rocky had told her so many fantastical stories about Davy Jones, and here he was, standing right before her.

William Turner sniffed. "Just Will Turner, actually."

"Davy Jones?" Kalepi piped up. "He's a myth."

Evangeline gave him a quizzical look over her shoulder. Will looked offended. "A ghost ship just appeared beside ours and you can't believe one little myth?"

Kalepi shrugged and nodded. "So… Why is he here?"

"Don't ask me!" Evangeline turned to Will. "Why are you here?"

He eyed both Evangeline and Kalepi carefully for a moment before saying, "A negotiation over a conflict of territory."

"What do you- oh." It was rather incredible, Evangeline thought, what eyes could communicate when the mouth could not. For example, she knew from the slow, leisurely glance William Turner gave Kalepi that he knew about him, and was also very good at concealing secret messages. Jack, on the other hand, threw them both a fervent glance, dreadlocks swinging around his head, which caught Kalepi's attention and didn't conceal anything.

"Might we move this someplace else?" Will asked.

"One finds it rather difficult to move anything with a sword a one's throat," Jack pointed out, glancing meaningfully at Will's blade.

He sheathed it and looked again at Evangeline, and then at Jack. Another silent question. "Oh, I suppose you'd better come too," Jack snapped, grabbing Evangeline's wrist and dragging her down from the helm.

"What about me?" Kalepi demanded. Evangeline looked over her shoulder as she stumbled down the steps and saw all of his suspicion reflected in his eyes. She cursed Jack internally for his indiscretion and barely had time to shrug before the door of the captain's cabin was slammed shut again.

She was rather sick of the captain's cabin.

"What are you playing at, Jack?" Will demanded as soon as the door was shut.

Jack held his hands up in defence. "It's not my game," he said, throwing a glance at Evangeline.

Will's eyebrows furrowed. "I meant to ask what you were doing here. And since when-?"

"Doesn't matter," Evangeline snapped, throwing herself down into Jack's grand leather chair. She was in no mood to discuss her birth with a stranger. "But before you start pointing fingers, mister, I might tell you that we're not trying to open the Gates. We're keeping Kalepi safe to prevent anyone else from opening them. So you can take you and your stupid conflict of territory- hang on. What's that even mean?"

Will blinked, taken aback by her outburst. It gave Evangeline no small amount of satisfaction to put him in his place. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Jack cut across him.

"The duty bequeathed by the powers that be upon dear William includes guiding the souls-"

"The souls of those who died at sea to their final resting place," Evangeline finished impatiently. "Yes, I know. But that's your job, not your territory."

"I'm not finished," Jack said with a grin. His silver teeth winked in the candlelight. "It just so happens that Will does have a territory. I've seen it."

Truth dawned upon Evangeline. "Davy Jones' Locker," she breathed, then looked at Will with a wrinkled nose. "William Turner's Locker doesn't quite have the same ring."

"That doesn't matter," Will said, a trifle testily. "The point is, the boy-"

"His name," Evangeline said patiently. "Is Kalepi."

"Kalepi," he started again. "Is dangerous. If the wrong person gets his hands on him-"

"Yes, well, that's why he's here," Evangeline interrupted again. "We know what will happen if someone else finds him, and we're going to protect him from that. Thanks for your concern, but we're managing perfectly well on our own. Toodles!"

"I don't like all this we talk," Jack muttered unhappily. "This is your idea."

Sadly, in spite of Evangeline's best effort, Will didn't leave. Rather, he strode over and planted his hands firmly on the wood of the desk, leaning forward so that he and Evangeline were almost nose-to-nose. "If the Gates are open, there will be a new master of Hell and everything- and everyone- in it."

"I really don't see what this has to do with you and your Locker," Evangeline replied steadily.

"I think I do," Jack said, and Will and Evangeline turned. Even Jack looked surprised at himself. He pushed himself out of his chair and began waltzing around that room in that way he did when he was just being generally annoying. Evangeline rolled her eyes and fell back into her chair.

"Hell is where the souls of bad people go when they die, yes?" Jack began, looking at Evangeline for confirmation. Having been raised in a convent, she nodded. "And the Locker is where the souls of people who die at sea go. More or less, anyway."

Evangeline saw the pieces fall together, and glanced at Will. "That's your conflict of territory? They're two different things, mate. I wouldn't worry about it."

Will shrugged. "Anything is possible with the forces of Hell at one's command. I think it best not to take my chances."

"Neither do we," Evangeline replied frostily. "We're not trying to invade your beloved territory. We're just trying to keep Kalepi safe. What do you want?"

"The boy," Will replied simply. "Great show you're running here, and all, but he would be a great deal safer on board the Dutchman."

"Take him," Jack grunted, rather resigned.

"No!" Evangeline cried, glaring at her father. "Just because you can breathe underwater doesn't mean he can. And kids shouldn't have to grow up escorting the souls of the dead to the afterlife, anyway!"

"Oh, and drifting meaninglessly is supposed to be better for him?" Will snapped.

"It's not meaningless," Evangeline muttered, but she had lost her conviction. The man, heartless as he was, had a point. "We're trying to help him."

Will opened his mouth to retort, but Jack (who had risen without anyone else noticing) put a hand on his shoulder. Will gave him a funny look, and Jack glanced at Evangeline, jerking his head roughly to indicate that it was time for her to leave.

She was generous with death glares as she stormed out to join the rest of the crew on deck.