Punishment. A fate worse than death. Being sent to the Locker is the worst fate a person could bring upon themselves. It was supposed to be reserved for only the most evil of men and women, those that were so cruel, with souls so tainted, that they did not even deserve the chance at gaining a peace they were probably incapable of achieving anyways.

This punishment was unique to every person; that was the way the Locker was designed to operate. It took what was in a persons mind and used it against him. It was nothing short of pure torture.

Calypso has been keeping an eye on one of the Lockers occupants, and she has come to the conclusion that something must be done.

Because William Turner is, in fact, not among those who deserve such a terrible fate, not even close.

It is a cruel way to die, being made to feel guilty for things one had already been punished enough for in life.

This had always been Lizzie's intention for Will, from the moment she captured him. She didn't just want to throw him in the Locker; she wanted to make sure she was on his mind when he entered it. She wanted to make sure that whatever had gone wrong while he was on land would continue to haunt him.

She got her wish.

It is an awful strange sight, that little cabin sitting in the middle of a flat plain of rocky nothingness. At least, it would have been a strange sight had anyone else been able to see it. As it is, the cabin and all its furnishings, and occupants, are part of the nothingness too.

Well, not exactly all of its occupants. Will Turner himself is, at least, very real. The rest is really little more than a figment of his imagination.

"Why did you have to go, Papa! You didn't have to leave me behind!" Emily, in his mind still barely twelve years old, yells at him from the door way to the kitchen.

"I didn't know if you'd be safe!" He pleads with her, tries to make her understand. "I'd heard the stories of your mother… I had to do something!"

"So you just left! Shows how much you cared about me! I hate you!"

"Emily, no!" He moves towards her, and suddenly he is in Jade's cabin, and she is screaming at him too, only she has tears streaming down her pail cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me? You made it seem as though she died!"

"I didn't think… I mean, you were…"

"I don't care what you thought!" She slaps him hard across the face and then the scene changes again and he is in his shop and blissfully alone. A full bottle of rum sits on the table before him. He moves forward without hesitation, desperate for a drink of any kind, though rum in particular does sound good. He picks up the bottle and brings it to his lips…

And it is empty long before he can take a drink, just as it always is. He drops it back on to the table as the scene changes yet again and this time he is in Elizabeth's cabin on the Flying Dutchman, and she is his Elizabeth, not the creature that had become Captain Lizzie Swann.

She does not yell or appear angry. She seems unaware of his presence as she hugs her knees to her chest and sobs and sobs and he does not know what to do at these times. He rushes forward and tries to comfort her, tries to talk to her, tries to do something but she never notices him, but always she just sits and sobs.

On and on and on it goes, different scenes, all of them basically the same. Emily angry at him, Jade looking hurt and angry with him, Elizabeth sobbing uncontrollably, his little Joshua mixed in there at times too, looking hurt as he wonders where his papa is, and always Will can do little more than watch and listen, without even the rum he'd grown used to as some comfort, though he is often tempted with it.

Torture indeed.

Sorry it's so short this time, but I wanted to have a chapter basically devoted just to Will. I'd welcome any comments you have, as always.

I know we haven't seen anything of Captain Lizzie yet, but don't worry, she'll be making an appearance soon. :)