Jack watched Adeena's peaceful, sleeping face. He had been about to tell her it wasn't even close to night, but she was exhausted, he could tell. He smiled, thinking about the recent highlights of his day, then frowned, his brow furrowing.

He couldn't figure out, for the life of him, why he loved Adeena. What was so different about her? He'd had 'stirrings' for others before, but none quite as strong as the ones he had for her.

She was feisty, she had a temper, she'd made that clear. Jack liked that about her, her fiery personality. The way she just swore for no reason was very endearing. And she was beautiful, no one could deny it. Her bright green eyes, her high cheekbones, her perfect smile, wonderful curves...and, of course, she was that one in a million female pirate.

The thing that made her so different, Jack supposed, was that she drove him mad.

She was so infuriating, they argued all the time. But somehow, in the end, she always ended up back in his arms. He'd nearly gone doubly insane without her in the Locker. He didn't understand, how someone who irritated him so much, could be the one he was seriously considered proposing to.

He'd done it before, gotten down on one knee, and declared his love for another. Jack knew that Adeena expected no such treatment. She knew that he wasn't that kind of man. She did, in fact, know all about his leaving Angelica at the alter.

He'd chickened out, when he had loved Angelica. It wasn't that he'd not had 'stirrings' for her, it was that he didn't want to face those stirrings.

But Adeena was different. He'd said I love you plenty of times to other women, but when he said it to her, he really meant it. He did love her more than the Pearl. He couldn't say that about any other lady...excepting Angelica. He pushed those nervous thoughts to the side.

Jack was glad that Elizabeth was no longer a distraction. For a while, he had really thought she liked him, but now he knew that she had just been playing him. Getting murdered will really change your view on someone.

He gently removed his arms from around Adeena and slipped out from under the sheets, then hurriedly got dressed. Hector could be doing anything out on deck, running the Pearl.

He sauntered outside; a large amount of time had passed, he smiled slightly at that, and nearly ran head-on with Gibbs. The older man stepped back and respectfully said, "Captain."

Jack nodded, sobering. "Mm?"

"Heading?" Gibbs questioned, following Jack on deck.

"Two degrees starboard," He ordered, all business.

Barboussa seemed to manifest beside them. "I'm captain of the starboard side!" He glared at Jack, then softened his expression and turned to Gibbs. "Two degrees starboard." He repeated. Then, he turned to Jack with a snide look. "The captain will now take the helm."

Jack glared at him for a minute, then the two raced around the masts and to the stairs leading up to the helm.

"Erm...aye, Captains!" Gibbs offered, rolling his eyes as they shot away.

They attempted to shove one another aside, none too gently. Upon reaching the Black Pearl's dark wheel, they pushed Cotten away and each positioned themselves on either side of the helm.

They stood for a moment, ignoring the other's presence. Then, Barboussa casually reached up, grasped a spoke, and turned the wheel two degrees starboard. He dropped his hand and stood stiffly, waiting.

Jack's nose twitched. He took the helm in hand, gently caressing his lady's wheel, and turned her back on the original course.

Barboussa shot him a glare. He pulled the helm back toward him, but this time kept his hand on the blackened spoke.

Jack rolled his eyes and grabbed the helm, pulling it back to him. Barboussa yanked it his way, and strained to keep the ship on the course he favored. Jack shot him an impatient glare and turned all the way, grabbing a second spoke and jerking the wheel to him. Hector did the same and they angrily strained against on another, more out of pride then nautical reasons. Jack hugged the wheel to him; Barboussa braced his leg against the helm and Jack jerked the wheel up, effectively hitting the more tender parts of Barboussa's anatomy. He kneeled over, hissing, and Jack grinned.

***

I woke up smiling, but I frowned and sat up upon realizing that Jack was missing. Slightly chilled without his body heat, I slipped out of the covers and dressed.

I took a peek outside. Jack and Barboussa were arguing, and the crew was working and murmuring about the 'unnatural' fog. I rolled my eyes and walked away, toward the balcony. Sailors were so superstitious.

Tia Dalma was on the balcony. I furrowed my brow and walked to her.

"What is it?" I asked quietly, following her gaze, into the dark water. I gasped quietly.

The water was full of corpses.

White, bloated, unseeing. They drifted by, seemingly harmless. I wondered what would happen if you attacked one...

"D'ese should be in da care of Davy Jones!" She hissed, angrily watching them float by, half submerged. "Dat was da duty given to 'im, by de Goddess, Calypso!" Her eyes seemed to glow with dark fury; I was reminded to never anger her. "To ferry dose who die at sea, to de othah side!" She dropped her voice, saddening. I narrowed my eyes, as her hand went to the heart-shaped locket around her neck. "But da man 'as become a monstah."

I thought for a moment. "He wasn't always like he is today?"

Tia nodded sadly, and fingered the locket, her face softening, a small smile of remembrance gracing her dark features. "No...him was a man, once..."

Suddenly, everything came into focus. I experienced a series of flashbacks, Tia's insistent storytelling of Davy Jones back on the Pantano, stating that it was a woman, the locket, her strange and magnified powers, her mood changes...as harsh, and untamable as the sea...

"Calypso." I gasped, and she turned sharply to look at me, her eyes burning with that strange light, her aura growing and seemingly filling the space... "You're Calypso. Davy Jones was in love with Calypso."

Her eyes flashing, she ripped the locket from her neck and made to throw it out to sea. I grabbed her arm, preventing her disposal of the small trinket, and cursed at her in an unfamiliar language.

I froze, more than a little shocked at my outburst. She receded, her eyes changing, filling with amusement and pride. "Ah, da realization is d'are," She laughed darkly, reclasping the chain around her neck. "I knew't ye were't smart. But ta know of de siren tongue, this I did not know."

I unfroze, and stared at her, shocked. "You don't deny it," I commented, and then changed the subject. "Siren tongue. Sirens..." I breathed in sharply.

"Now ye know," She said, her voice ringing with authority. "You are of de sea, it is in ya blood, and you will retreat to it when da time is right. But now ye must use da powers dat have been blessed to ye for yer rights, and for your kin's."

I felt it all hit me, and instead of being shell-shocked, I accepted it. I was part siren. That was the reason for the screaming I could accomplish, the singing, and, not to be narcissistic, my odd beauty. It was all traits from my mother, who must have fallen for a sailor who had unwillingly fell for her...

"Tia," I looked up, and she was gone. "Tia?" I looked around again, then my ears caught up and became aware of a haunting melody playing, drifting through the air, resonating from the railing...

The locket, a music box, was laying on the railing, the gears swiftly turning and creating the song. I picked it up, shocked Tia would she leave it for me, and after a brief hesitation, draped the thing over my head.

It stopped playing upon contact with my chest. Whatever Tia Dalma's purposes were, this locket as going back to her. It was not made for me.

I rushed back on deck, intent upon further finding Jack. But when I got there, I didn't expect to see thousands of floating boats, each containing a single person, drifting into where the sun had nearly tipped over the horizon. The whole crew was at the railing, watching, looking solemn.

Except for a certain Elizabeth Swann.

"Father! Father, take the line! The line!"

She hopped up and down, waving, trying to catch his attention, holding a rope over the side of the ship. I ran to Jack, whose dreadlocks I could recognize even from behind, and took his hand. He didn't spare a glance, but I could tell he knew it was me.

"I'm so proud of you, Elizabeth," Governor Weatherby Swann choked out, smiling at Elizabeth.

"Father!" She screamed, begging. "No!"

Governor Swann let the rope slide out of his boat, still smiling at her. "I'll give your love to your mother, shall I?"

Elizabeth screamed again, and ran for the bow.

"She mus' not leave da ship!" Tia yelled, appearing beside me. I jumped and turned to her. She glanced at the locket around my neck, and grinned a toothy smile.

There was an unnerved chorus of ayes! and we all ran to stop her. Will jerked her backwards, into his arms, and there she sobbed, wrapping her arms around him and holding tight as if she could never let go.

"Is there a way?" Will asked, after giving Elizabeth a sorrowful and regretful glance.

"No," Tia shook her head slowly, all humor gone. "Him at peace."

Will held her tight, and guided her away, his face pensive. I watched them leave, suddenly depressed. What if their love didn't turn out like Jack and I's had? What if they never figured it out?

Jack pulled me to him, and I rested my head on his shoulder. "What if we never get out of here?" I asked. "What if we never see the living world again?"

Jack shook his head. "We'll find a way, love." He, to me, looked as if he had aged several years. "We always do."