Startled at Will's sudden disappearance, Jack and Elizabeth looked at each other dumbly for just a split second before racing for the door. They ran downstairs to the hold and arrived outside the brig to see Will just standing there outside the bars looking at Angelica.

Cotton had tended the worst of her cuts and wounds, but he hadn't bothered straightening her nose where Elizabeth had broken it. Angelica had wiped most of the blood off her face, but she was missing a front tooth and had blood matted in her hair and dried onto her skin. There was an empty supper try on the floor and a bucket in the corner.

"Not much to look at, is she, Jack?" Will asked, not turning his head as he studied her. "I would have expected her to look fiercer, or prettier, or something."

"She was prettier before your charming widow got hold of her and smashed her face in with her sword-hilt," Jack told him.

Will grinned. "Did you really?" he asked Elizabeth

She nodded. "As hard as I could," she affirmed.

Will chuckled and looked at Jack. "She's something, isn't she?" he asked proudly.

"Who are you?" Angelica asked Will, rising slowly to her feet.

Suddenly Will's demeanor took on a more menacing air as he stood there, tall, pale, and dressed all in black from bandana to boots. "Not someone you want to cross," he said quietly, taking one step nearer the bars.

Angelica backed up a step.

Jack chuckled. "Oh, Angelica, you poor, misguided little puppy," he said, not without sympathy. "You have no idea who this is? None at all?"

Angelica shook her head, wide-eyed.

"This is the captain of the Flying Dutchman," Jack said.

"Th-this is Davy Jones?" Angelica stuttered.

"No," Will replied. He gathered himself for a moment and then stepped through the bars. "I'm the man who killed Davy Jones."

Angelica turned pale and backed up against the outside wall.

"That's not all," Elizabeth spoke up. "It was quite foolish of you to try to kill my baby and me as well, Miss Teach. Foolish even to try to kill Jack. Know why?"

Will leaned down so he got right in her face, and explained in his quietest voice, "My son. My wife. My friend."

Angelica was so pale her lips looked faintly blue in the lantern light. "She—she said she was a widow."

For answer, Will pulled aside his shirt and showed her his scar where his heart had been cut out. "Yes."

Angelica gasped in horror and shrank back into the corner of the brig.

Will advanced on her with slow, threatening steps. "You see, Angelica—I may call you Angelica, mayn't I? Yes? Good. You see, Angelica, my good friends here were just upstairs talking about what to do with you. My beloved wife regrets not killing you yesterday; however, Jack, being the generous soul that he is, wants to give you to me. Only problem is, you're still alive—and will be for a very long time, I hear. The problem is that none of us are like you, willing to just kill someone in cold blood. I want you to understand this very clearly: you're only alive because we are better than you.

"However, the two of them are going to be getting married and starting a new life. It's very romantic, isn't it? If I can't be her husband because I'm dead, then at least I'll have my friend looking after her. Naturally they don't want you coming round and bothering them again, ever, so I thought I'd just come down here and ask you directly: Where should we take you, where you will never trouble my friends or my family, ever again? Don't misunderstand: we will kill you if we have to, and then I'll just take on on board the Dutchman just like any other corpse. I'm generously giving you the chance to come up with an acceptable alternative."

"Do you mean to kill me?" Angelica asked.

"If I do, it will be better than you deserve, from all accounts."

"Me? What did I do?" Angelica demanded, pushing herself off the wall and standing straight, with a defiant tilt of her head.

Elizabeth spoke in a hard voice. "You tried to kill me and my baby based on a mistake, when you misjudged my friendship with Jack. It was completely platonic until well after your attack on Flimwell. I'd thank you for bringing us together, except that it was your murdering 50 innocent settlers that was what did it!"

"I? I murdered no one!" Angelica declared haughtily.

"You ordered it done, which makes you just as responsible as if you had slit their throats yourself!" Elizabeth hissed. "To deny it makes you a hypocrite as well as a murderer!"

Angelica closed her mouth on her own response and just glared.

Will sighed. "Well, this is getting us nowhere. Do you have somewhere to go where you can stay out of trouble, or shall we just kill you here and now?"

Angelica scowled and said nothing.

Will gave Jack a frustrated glance. "And here I thought I had my hands full with her father. He's nothing compared to his spawn!"

"My—my father? He is on the ship of the dead?" Angelica asked in a whisper.

Will glared at her, and then relented enough to answer her question. "He is."

"Can I see him?"

He gave a grim smile, "I really don't think that's a good idea, Angelica. I'm fairly sure you won't recognize him."

"No, please! I beg you! You can kill me if you want to, but I must see my father!"

"I doubt you'll like what you see," Will said. "But I will if you're sure. Let's go back up on deck and I'll call him over."

"Uh, Will—I left the key in my cabin," Jack said.

Will grinned at him. "Jack, when have I ever needed a key to get out of your brig?"

"Aye, but do ye really want to be showing her how to do it?" Jack asked. "I escaped the Dutchman's brig the same way, don't forget."

"Good point. Fine, we'll do it the hard way." Will grabbed Angelica's hand, steeled himself for a moment, and then led her through the bars. "Let's go."