Down in the brig of The Flying Dutchman, Elizabeth and her crew were being held captive. Elizabeth turned to a member of the crew and asked. "Can I talk to Bootstrap?" The man just looked at her with a raised brow before laughing. "Bootstrap? Will Turner? I would like to talk to him," Elizabeth asked another member who walked by.

The other crew members of the ship left. Out from within the shadows, Bootstrap came out. "Elizabeth, I'm right here. What is it that you ask me?" He asked.

"What is happening on the ship?" She asked.

"The crew are hiding their regaining humanity from Beckett's men if any of them found out. It would be used against us," He replied.

"Faye and Carmella mentioned that Davy Jones is letting Jack go from his debt," Elizabeth said. "Is that true?" She asked.

Bootstrap nodded, "Yes, the two have been showing love to the old man, helping him regain his humanity, ever so slowly." He then gave a small chuckle. "It makes sense, they are his daughters."

Elizabeth blinked,"Daughters?" She asked. Not only was Elizabeth shocked but so were her newly gained crew.

"Yes, though, not by birth. But by blood and Tia Dalma's magic," He answered her.

"That puts them at a higher risk," Elizabeth said with a sigh.

"Yes, but he has to go through Jack and their mother first. Though not only does Beckett seek power but he has a wandering eye," He growled the last part.

"Please don't tell me it's Carmella he's after," Elizabeth said.

"No, he's after Faye but that's not much better," Bootstrap said before changing the subject to his son. "How is Will doing?"

"He led a mutiny against the crew," Elizabeth sighed.

"Why on earth would he do that?" Bootstrap said in surprise. "I'm thinking the girls didn't take it very well. They think of him as an older brother,"

"Not very well at all, he didn't seem to believe that Davy Jones was changing and is still determined to free you." She replied.

"That is impossible, even though the curse is lifting slightly, it can not be fully undone. If he tries, then he would surely fail. I'm still bound to this ship. Not physically, but eternally. My time is done. He needs to move on," Bootstrap said solemnly

"I believe he still wants to take out Jones…" Elizabeth sighed.

"If he does that, he will not only lose his heart and be bound to the ship forever, but he will surely lose you and the girls. They will never forgive him." Bootstrap said with a nod before he heard a sound. "I must go," He said before merging with the shadows again and out of sight. Leaving Elizabeth and her gawking crew.

Seagulls were now surrounding a bobbing corpse. The body of the poor soul was tied to a barrel and was floating in the sea. It was soon brought onto Beckett's ship. The dead man was holding a glass bottle which was then retrieved by Beckett and smashed onto a railing. Letting a piece of paper free. He slowly unraveled it to reveal the East India Trading Company logo.

"Sir!" Came a voice which got him to turn to look at the man who beckoned him to the side of the ship and pointed out another corpse floating in the sea that was surrounded by seagulls. In the distance was another one and another.

"A breadcrumb trail," Beckett said in a sadistic tone. "We're meant to follow,"

"A betrayer among them?" Asked the same man who pointed it out to him. "Or trap?"

"A gambit," Beckett replied before folding up the piece of paper. "By a skilled opponent. Adjust course left Lieutenant."

"Sir?"

"We can only hope to reach our destination before they run out of bodies." He answered him.

Will, in the dead of night, was preparing yet another marker for Beckett to follow. He looked upon the knife that his father gave him.

"You escaped the brig even quicker than I expected," Jack said nearby. Faye and Carmella by his side. "William, do you notice anything, rather, do you notice something that is not there to be noted?" He said as he came close to him.

"You haven't raised an alarm," Will stated quite flatly. "None of you did."

"Odd isn't it?" Carmella piped up.

"Not as odd as this," Faye said as she pointed to the dead body on a barrel. Both Carmella and hers were looking at him as if he was crazy.

"Come up with this all by your lonesome, have you?" Jack asked as he looked at him.

"I said to myself, think like Jack," Will said in a witty tone.

"This is what you have arrived that?" Carmella asked incredulously. "Lead Beckett to Shipwreck Cove to gain his trust, and accomplish your own ends?"

"It's like you don't know me at all," Jack said in a mock hurt tone.

"You spend too much time with Jack," Faye whispered to Carmella.

"You said that before," Carmella responded.

"And I'll say it many more times," Faye said with a smile. Jack then turned to the girls and just smiled as he shook his head. He then returned to look at Will.

"And how does your dearly beloved feel about this plan?" Jack mocked. Will gave a look that said it all. "Ah," He said with a smirk. 'You've not seemed fit to trust her with it." He then jumped down to stand beside the boy.

"I'm losing her Jack," Will sighed. "Every step closer to my father is a step away from Elizabeth."

"For the hundredth time! JONES IS GETTING BETTER!" Carmella practically yelled at him. "When are you going to get it through your thick skull!"

"I will have to see it for myself," Will responded. Faye just gave a small nod in understanding.

Carmella just huffed as she folded her arms. "Fine."

"Things change mate, look at me. Death has a curious way of reshuffling one's priorities."Jack said to Will as he looked over to his goddaughters.

"You still willing to go with this?" Carmella asked as she pointed to the poor body that the two men were hovering above.

"Like I said, I need to see for myself," Will repeated.

"Oh!" Jack said as he pulled out his compass and gives it to Wil.

"What's this for?" Will asked as he looked at the small black box in his hands.

"Think like me, it'll come to you," Jack responded simply before he steps forward and breathes on him. It made Will stumble backward and off the ship. He then pushes the 'breadcrumb' off the side of the boat. "My regards to Davy Jones!"

Both Faye and Carmella were looking at Jack before running to the side of the boat. 'Was that really necessary?" Faye asked.

"I'm with her on this one," Carmella said with a shake of her head.

"Of course it was, loves," Jack said absentmindedly.

Meanwhile, Will swam over to the 'breadcrumb' and held onto it. "I hate him…" Will muttered as he gently bobs in the water with his new found 'friend'.