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After encountering Destiny in his cabin, Will emerges onto the deck with a thoughtful expression, his fingers playing with the locket that rests against his scarred chest.

It's worth a try.

"Prepare to go under," he announces top the crew as he strides up to the helm and takes the wheel.

He's done this countless times before, so have his crew. They know what it's about. Only this time, as the ship pitches forward to sink under, Will grips his charm with Elizabeth's hair tightly, and offers a quick prayer. To Calypso, to Destiny, to Elizabeth herself.

Take me to where the dead and the living can co-exist. To where we can be together.

He looks to catch Norrington's eye when they sink in, and is only partly surprised when most of the crew seem to disappear as they re-emerge in an inlet in a very familiar lake.

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"I rather wish you had, mate." Will remarks. "I don't feel right with it at my side. Don't draw her attention to it."

"In that case..." Norrington says, still studying the sword laid across his hands, "perhaps I could take it off your hands?"

"Thank you, James," Will says, grinning again.

He can't help it. He's here. She might be, too.

"No, Captain", Norrington says, sheathing the sword decisively. "Thank you."

He likes that sword.

And well he should. It's a really good sword, if Will thinks so himself.

Will nods, that decided then.

"You have a day," he says. "I don't think the ship can stay here for any longer before..."

His hand instinctively goes to his chin. He spent a long time fostering this beard, and doesn't really want it turning fishy.

"Oh, I should think a day will be enough, if she's here at all", Norrington drawls. "And if she's not... then perhaps next time."

It's all just a matter of timing, after all. Sooner or later, they'll find her.

"Next time," Will confirms.

As many next times as it takes.

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