The lakeside

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Sometimes forging doesn't quite cut it.

Will didn't look for Elizabeth or Jack after what he saw on the Pearl. He's not looking for them now. He just doesn't know what to say. He does know, however, that he's become steadily angrier and angrier as he thought about what he saw. And more and more unable to focus on his work.

So he closes up the Smithy early and wanders out to the lakeside, staying away from the Pearl even though the ship stays in his sight at all times. Feeding and denying his sense of betrayal.

He needs to do something, and fast.

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Will turns his head back towards the Pearl, as much to break her gaze as anything else.

"Bringing Jack back."

Turning back to her, his eyes dart over her shrewedly, both observing and affording him time to think.

"It's been too long here."

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Tia Dalma nods, silent, and casts her gaze away from Will and towards the Black Pearl. Her eyes are wistful and the hand at her necklaces clenches, relaxes.

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The subtle movement of her hand draws Will's attention, but whatever it is she's holding, it's hidden by her hand and he can't see.

"You know Barbossa is here now."

It's not really a question.

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Another nod, but she glances back towards him, as if daring him to say more.

"But that was not of my doing."

Not this time. "He will not choose to stay long."

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"I didn't choose to stay long, either."

It's daring, almost bitter. Will resents the implication he did choose to stay here rather than pursue his father.

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Turning to him, she gives Will a long, gleaming look.

"No." She is never cautious, but with this young man, she knows she much choose her words wisely. "You stay here, where your heart lies."

Quickly, as though she thinks he might change his mind: "An' what would you do, if the door were to open and you be set free again, hm?"

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His heart. Will resists the urge to look over at the Pearl again, for that's where he believe the owner of his heart is currently.

Instead his hand moves past the hilt of his sword to rest on the short knife he has slung against it.

"We bring Jack back."

And the Pearl.

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The movement of his hand catches her eye, and she looks at him sharply before a pleased, coy smile begins to curve her mouth. Water ripples about her feet and her skirts sway, sand slipping beneath her steps as she moves towards him, looking up into his face as though reading something there.

"So loyal, so true," she purrs. A hint of wistfulness crosses her features then, as though something in his face or eyes or words reminds her of some other man, some other time so very long ago, but just as quickly it is gone, replaced by bright and wild delight, some decision made, some accord reached.

With finality: "Such is the destiny, then."

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She begins to reach up to Will's cheek--but checks herself, and a small smile grows on her dark lips.

"Ah," she sighs, with the waves lapping up over the sand, sighing with her.