Barbossa, Elizabeth, and Will successfully rescued Captain Jack Sparrow. Since Jack already had died, Davvy Jones had no claim on his life. Barbossa, who had made a deal with Davvy Jones, much like the one Jack did, now sailed on his own. Will and Elizabeth were set to be married, when Elizabeth decided she wanted the freedom of the sea. She left Will at the altar, and joins Jack's crew as a pirate. Two years have passed since then, Will has spent these long years as a blacksmith once again, in Tortuga. Jack and Elizabeth happen to be docking in

William Turner rolled out of his small bed with a very large thump. The thump didn't really matter all that much, due to the hangover he had already. He rubbed his rather greasy forehead, trying to remember what happened last night, but as most days now were, he couldn't. He drank every night now, to the point where most everyone in Tortuga knew his reputation for becoming extremely emotional when drinking. He imagined he probably talked about Elizabeth a lot. He smiled sadly, as he pictured her face. Then, he thought of Jack He imagined the two together, and happy. Will pushed his emotions down, and pulled on his dirty boots. He tied his hair, which was also grubby and unkept, into a small pony. Grunting at his awful appearance, Will dragged himself outside.

Later that day Elizabeth Swann stood at the bow of the ship, her blonde-streaked hair blowing gently in the wind. She was squinting; not exactly lady like, but then again, neither was the rest of her image. She wore a dirty, large tunic in the style that the pirates around her wore. Her coarse brown trousers were worn, and had a new hole that she had gotten in a fight. She had been squinting towards the bay, lights, and clamor that was Tortuga. She hadn't been there in two years, and she had thanked Jack deeply for that. But Jack was a captain, and when the wind blew them in this direction, Tortuga it was. It wasn't Tortuga itself Elizabeth had wanted to stay away from. No, Elizabeth had enjoyed Tortuga before, aside from finding the Commodore, but things had changed drastically since then. Elizabeth put her thoughts on hold as Jack barked an order to her to help tie down the main mast. She ran to the knot, tied it, and went back to her thoughts. She had been at the altar, ready to marry Will, again, but this time it was not by force that she never married him. Or at least, no one else would think it 'by force', but internally Elizabeth found it to be almost that powerful. The sea, the freedom that was the sea, was too powerful for her to resist. She had needed that freedom. Elizabeth knew then, as well as she did now, that Will would not have restricted her. Had she only asked he would have done anything for her, Elizabeth knew that, but she couldn't see their marriage lasting as pirates on the sea. Who had ever heard of married pirates? No, Elizabeth had to choose, then and there, between freedom and Will. Freedom had won by force. Even now Elizabeth couldn't tell whether that had been a mistake or not. She only knew what she felt. She felt miserable every time she thought of Will, and of how much she still loved him. But every time they raided a port, she was so happy when she was reminded of the cloistered life they led, the life she had escaped. Elizabeth sighed when she came to realize where her thoughts had led. Many a time she had mulled these same thoughts over, and they always came to the same, unanswered place. Now though she had no more time to come to a solution. Now they were boarding in Tortuga.

Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the bow of /his/ ship. Kohl-lined eyes watched the shores of Tortuga encroach. A small smile played on his face, as black dreadlocks and all manner of trinkets blew in the Caribbean wind. It had been two years since he had last watched these shores come closer and closer, and he became uncomfortable thinking about how things had changed since then. Dear William, from what he had heard, now roamed the streets of Tortuga, apparently quite the drunk. And his former fiancee was now part of Jack's crew. Funny little world…

Jack turned around to see his crew waiting for orders. He put a hand on a hip.

"What are you waiting for then?" He started to bark orders that he had known for many years, occasionally retying a knot here, and pushing things there, never mind whether what or who, they were.

"GIBBS!"He yelled. The man whom he called First Mate, and friend ran to him,

"Yes, Capt'n?"

"Have you got their pay all sorted, then?"

" 'Course, sir. It's waitin' in yer cabin."

"Pay them then, and…take a little extra for yourself, mate." Jack ordered, smiling. Jack walked, swaying as usual, to the bow. He looked out into Tortuga, and then watched as his crew, giddy, ran off the dock, into town with gold clanking in their pockets that was doomed to be spent. He grinned; this was piracy.

Elizabeth watched the rest of the crew run into town, the sun setting and the chaos rising. She saw Jack swagger up to the bow. She followed him, waiting to hear the noise level get higher as all of Tortuga found out that the infamous legend, Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew had docked in Tortuga. Elizabeth knew Will would be somewhere in that mix, and was waiting until the last possible moment to go through that mess. She greeted Jack mildly, and leaned against the railing of the ship, knowing that neither of them needed, or wanted to talk. She stood in silence, staring, but not taking in, the sight of Tortuga in front of her.

Will wiped his grimy hands against his smock, not that it was any cleaner than his hands to begin with. He remembered the days in Port Royal when he had found it necessary to keep the entire shop immaculate, and in order. He would've smiled, normally, but he never smiled anymore, unless he was drunk, which, was in fact the plan he had on his mind for himself. He untied the strings of the soiled smock, and hung it lazily on a hook. He wiped his hands again on his slightly cleaner faded blue trousers. Will sighed, scratched his forehead taking a quick scan of the shop, and turned out onto the now dark streets of Tortuga. Almost instantly He was hit with the crazed madness of what must've been a large crew's arrival into Tortuga, Then, winding his way through the busy streets, he saw a familiar looking man.

"Gibbs?" He asked to himself. Will stopped frozen, all of a sudden the madness around him, simply a blur. His emotions boiled, just under his skin, wanting out.

"Elizabeth,"he thought over and over again. Then Will flew to the closest bar he knew, and almost screamed,"RUM!" A few of what he now knew must've been Jack's crew stared at him, but the Tortuga locals just rolled their eyes, and proceeded to continue their madness, or just change the subject to Will himself. Will ran to the bartender who had pulled out a bottle instead of the mug, knowing Will would need it. As fast as he could, and without thinking Will drank it , then ordered another. When he was halfway through that bottle, Will was drunk.

The bartender, who had a free minute walked over to Will.

"Rough nigh' boy?" he asked. Will, who had been hunched over his rum, looked up, a piece of hair covering most of one of his sad, brown eyes.

"She's here…,"he muttered, hazily. The bartender, who knew Will's story inside and out thanks to many a drunken night, looked at him,

"Well, ya love her, boy. Go tell her, ya idiot." Will looked up at him again.

I've had an epip-any! I'll find her and tell her I love her!" Will's face lit up with this idea. The bartender just smiled and nodded,"Ya do that boy."He said, holding back a laugh, then ran off to another customer.