Will is out there, where he always is; on the deck of the Flying Dutchman, leaning on the railing and gazing at the bar, waiting for company to appear.

These are rare moments of not being busy, and he probably wouldn't be able to stand them if there wasn't always the hope that she will turn up, and he could see the growth of the bump.

When a figure appears and heads towards the bar, he prepares himself for company. When it turns out to be Norrington, he's surprised. he had hoped for longer.

Straightening, he stands tall, waiting for his crewman to reach the inlet.

"Tired of shoreleave so soon?"