"I thought we might have to endure some manner of ill-conceived escape attempt but not from you," Norrington sneered

"On our return to Port Royal , I granted you clemency. And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He's a pirate!" the Governor was shocked that a man such as Will would sink to such levels. He thought the boy had some sense of decency at the very least.

"And a good man. If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one, so be it. At least my conscience will be clear." was Will's simple response

"You forget your place, Turner." this boy was nothing more than a commoner and now he was coming off as if he were the Commodore's equal.

"It's right here…between you and Jack ."

Elizabeth, who has been watching this exchange, knows that she can be the saving grace. "As is mine."

As she predicted, her father immediately ordered the soldiers to lower their guns, he just couldn't bear to see them pointing at the one thing he held closest to his heart: his daughter.

Norrington, in a state of near shock, begins to speak in the shakiest of tones "So this is where your heart truly lies, then?" Only this decision made by Elizabeth could reduce him to this and he didn't quite know how to compose himself.

"It is."

The Commodore can hardly believe what he is hearing. It's a shock to him and one only needs to look in his eyes to see the pain he is now feeling. After years of dedicating himself to her upbringing and care, he still cannot win her heart. He thinks to himself how ironic it is that her strong sense of character and independent spirit is what made him fall in love with her, yet it is this very thing that is keeping them apart. He now understands that her heart is very different from his and although that is what fuels his love for her, it would also be their undoing. This realization tears at his heart. She has confronted her desire, and the path does not lead to him.

While letting the recent turn of events sink into his mind he's vaguely aware of Jack Sparrow saying his goodbyes. It's only when Gillette speaks to him that he snaps back to the present, although not entirely, for part of him is lost.

"What's your plan of action? Sir?"

He struggles to answer but can't find the words, or perhaps he just doesn't want to speak them aloud. Governor Swann realizes what is happening and for once comes to his rescue.

"Perhaps on the rare occasion pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?"

He considers these words and realizes that a certain cold, hard truth lies within them. A truth that he now must accept, although he's not entirely sure that he can. He pulls himself together however and addresses Will.

"Mr. Turner.This is a beautiful sword. I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life."

"Thank you."

"So, this is the path you've chosen, is it? After all…he is a blacksmith." Elizabeth's father inquired of his daughter.

She thinks back to everything she's been through from the moment she arrived in Port Royal and knows there's only one response to her father's question.

No. He's a pirate.