The dark was blissful. No thought, no sound, just quiet. After months aboard a pirate ship where he was subjected to drunken singing through the night hours and the growing tension between him and Elizabeth, he felt selfish for wanting just a few moments. Or he did until he remembered what had happened and the situation he was in. The world started to come back to him a little at a time. The ground pressed against his cheek felt colder, harder than the floor of the temple.
Had something just jabbed him? And was that a voice? Sounds started to come back, sounds out of place for where he had just been. Will started to move and a stab of pain shot through his temple where he'd taken the hit. "Mmmm," he groaned and forced his eyes open. The voice, a woman's voice, came from his side. That was most certainly not Elizabeth.
As if he had been freed from a spell, Will's surroundings took on clarity. The more he saw, the more he realized just how strange his situation had become. He pushed up quickly onto his hands and knees and backed up, turning to look at the young woman who had been speaking to him. So...strangely dressed. He tilted his head, confusion written clearly on his face. "What?" was the first word out of his mouth, the first coherent thought. "Where am I?"