Back in Tortuga, Elizabeth's group began following Jack and Karnage to the Black Pearl with Norrington following.
Elizabeth: Captain Sparrow?
He turned, noticing them, though Elizabeth were dressed as males still.
Karnage: Come to join me crew, lad?
Sparrow: Me crew, don't forget that Karnage. And it seems that our friends has found this young one.
Zoro: Welcome aboard.
Elizabeth: I'm here to find the man I love.
Jack: I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea.
Future Bloo: Besides, the thought of two men making love to one another? Gross!
He looked a bit alarmed, motioning the ones with him to shoo Elizabeth away while Norrington started throwing up into the bay much to the disgust of some of the group.
Females: Eeeew!
Hiram: Okay, I didn't need to see that.
Jet: Actually Jack, you aren't what she meant.
Elizabeth: Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow.
He recognized the voice before turning, noticing Elizabeth removing her hat and letting her hair down.
Jack: Elizabeth?
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Offscreen voices: Ahhh!!!
Luffy: (confused) What so scary this time?
Nami: Never mind that. Way to go making it here, Elizabeth.
Jack: (to Gibbs) Hide the rum.
The pirate and the two dogs quickly took the bottle from his hand and walked onto the ship. The friends hugged as Brandy spoke.
Brandy: What now?
Karnage: (notices) You know those clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin.
Elizabeth: Sparrow, Karnage. I know Will came to find you, where is he?
Future Danny: Uh...
Future June: Should we tell them or should you?
Storm: Wow! Funny you should mention that! Because...
Jack: (interrupting)Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that had nothing whatsoever to do with me and/or Karnage, the poor boy and the weasel have been press-ganged into Davy Jones's crew.
Future Sarah: (mumbled) "Nothing to do with him and/or Karnage?"
Elizabeth: Davy Jones?
Norrington: (still throwing up) Oh, please. The Captain of the Flying Dutchman?
Jimmy Two-Teeth: (sarcastic) No, the captain of the bunnies. Wake up!
Karnage: Norrington? You look bloody awful, what are you doing here?
Norrington: You hired me. I can't help it, if your standards are lax.
Jacke: You smell funny.
Most of the group: Jack!
Karnage: Hmm.
Elizabeth: All I want is to find Will.
Stan: And Psycho. Don't forget that weasel.
Jack: Are you certain? Is that what you really want most?
Elizabeth: Of course.
He placed his hand onto the woman's back, leading her to the side.
Jack: Because I would think, you'd want to find a way to save Will most.
Elizabeth: And you'd have a way of doing that?
Karnage: Well, there is a chest.
Norrington: (realizes) Oh, dear.
Nearby, MetalSeadramon was still spying on them, looking annoyed by some of Norrington's puke he has to shake off.
MetalSeadramon: Foolish human. If I didn't need to keep myself hidden, I'd send him to his grave for that. Hmmm, chest?
Jack: A chest of unknown size and origin.
Pintel: Which contains the still beating heart of General Grievous.
Ragetti immitated the still-beating eart after it was cut out, much to Meowth's embarassment.
Jack: And whoever possesses that chest, possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants. Including saving brave William from his grim fate.
Norrington: You don't actually believe him, do you?
The others with Norrington looked like they did as Elizabeth spoke.
Elizabeth: How do we find it?
Karnage: With this.
Jack held up his compass toward her.
Jack: My compass...is unique.
Norrington: Unique, here, having the meaning of broken.
Jack: True enough.
The ex-Navy worker walked off, throwing up more.
Digit: (noticed) Gah! Do that away from us!
Karnage: This compass does not point north.
Elizabeth: Where does it point?
Jack: It points to the thing you want most in this world.
Elizabeth: (slightly blushes) Jack. Are you telling the truth?
Jack: Every word, love. And what you want most in this world...
He placed it on Elizabeth's hands.
Jack: ...is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?
Elizabeth: To save Will and Psycho.
Karnage: By finding the chest of Davy Jones.
Jack opened the compass, briskly stepping away. The needle kept spinning and spinning before stopping resolutely. The pirate peered up cautiously, looking at the coordinates.
Jack: Mr. Gibbs!
Gibbs: Cap'n?
Jack: We have our heading.
Gibbs: (grins) Finally!
Dumptruck: (to the crew) Cast off those lines, weigh anchor, and trough that canvas!
With a sweep of his arm, he let his arm rest on Elizabeth, much to her friends' concern.
Jack: Ms. Swann.
Norrington, swaying a bit, followed as well as the group that became concerned.
Ragetti: Welcome to the crew, former Commodore.
He laughed, shoving a goat into his arms while Norrington groaned a bit.
Chris: Why do I have a feeling that I know where this is going to be going?
MetalSeadramon chuckles as he learns what Jack and the good guys are up to.
MetalSeadramon: Yes...so they're after Davy Jones's chest. Luxord and the members of the Dark Alliance must hear of this.
With that, MetalSeadramon dives back into the water silently. Back in Port Royal, the map was being painted still as Beckett unsheathed a sword that once belonged to Norrington.
Beckett: There's something to knowing the exact shape of the world and man's place in it. Don't you agree?
He turned to a familiar man frowning as he was chained and bedraggled with the guards watching him.
Swann: I assure you...
He held out his chained hands.
Swann: these are not necessary.
Beckett: I had you brought here because I thought you'd be interested in the whereabouts of your daughter.
Swann: (shocked) You have news of her?
Mercer: Most recently seen on the island of Pirate Island. They left in the company of the known pirate, Jack Sparrow, and other fugitives from justice.
Swann: Justice? Hardly.
Beckett: Including the previous owner of this sword.
He sheathed it back in.
Beckett: I believe. Our ships are in pursuit and justice will be dispensed by cannonade and cutlass and all manner of remorseless pieces of metal. (looks and glares) I personally find it distasteful to even contemplate the horror facing all those on board.
Swann: What do you want from me?
Beckett: Your authority as Governor, your influence in London, and your loyalty to the East India Trading Company.
Swann: (scoffs softly) To you, you mean.
He walked up to the Governor as he spoke.
Beckett: Shall I remove these shackles?
Swann: Do what you can for my daughter.
With a glance from Beckett, the guards unchained him.
Beckett: So you see, Mercer, every man has a price which he will willingly accept. Even for what he hoped never to sell.
Mercer: And what of your friend from Neo-Earth?
Beckett: Let him deal with finding what he's looking for. I will deal with mine.