"Sit with me Will."
The slurred invitation was accompanied by a few thumps on the sand and Will obliged, lowering himself to the ground beside Jack Sparrow. He looked over at his drunken companion wearily.
"Can you hear it mate?" Jack's words clung to each other in the rush to be spoken and his hand was extended as if to stroke the ocean.
Will looked at the water, the Pearl that was harbored some distance away, then looked at Jack.
"The heartbeat. Belongs to the ocean- to the Pearl."
Will listened to the rhythmic waves and wondered how, even drunk, a pirate could be so right.