"Do you miss it?" Elizabeth Swann sat down tiredly in a wicker loveseat on the balcony of her father's mansion. The sun began to sink low over the horizon, giving the water a stained glass appearance. She tugged lightly on the arm of her fiancé, willing him to sit down next to her, but he didn't budge.

"I suppose you could say that," he gazed out at the water, a far away look in his eyes.

Will Turner gripped the railing tightly, unwilling to move. He loved his life, job, and soon to be wife more than anyone could have imagined, and yet, something was missing. A longing that he had never felt before could now be found in his chest. One that pulled him away; away from everything he knew. He was slightly frightened by this newfound sensitivity and was unaware of how to react to it.

The silhouette of a ship sailed silently across his field of vision. Will squinted slightly, trying to make it out better in the growing darkness but found himself to be unsuccessful.

"Will, are you all right?" Elizabeth stared at him, concerned with his strange behavior lately.

Will turned to face her and gave her his best fake smile. There was no conviction behind it, however, and she saw right through it. "I'm fine."

***

Unbeknownst to Will and Elizabeth, the ship sailed right up to the dock and cast anchor. It seemed to be cast in shadow; the black sails waved menacingly in the evening air.

A sailor pulled out his telescope and surveyed the surrounding lands. His gaze fell upon the house of the governor. A man stood high on the balcony, his back turned to the docks. Though the sky was growing dim, the sailor could see the man shake his head slightly and disappear inside.

He shouted orders to the others on the boat and walked silently down the gangplank, the beads in his hair clinking together distractedly. There was a warrant on his head, he was sure of that; stealth was the key.

The man stole to the house of the governor, as quiet as was possible. He tripped only once over a crate of bananas, but recovered quite well.

"'OY! YOU! You're a PIRATE!" A feminine voice shrieked from a doorway.

"I would appreciate it if you would keep your comments to yourself, Isabelle." The maiden blushed faintly, realizing just which pirate she had come across.

"Sorry, Jack... Feel free to drop by tonight... I'm not busy." The pirate flashed her a couple of gold teeth and was back on his way.

By the time he had reached the Swann Mansion, the night had completely fallen. The lone figure had returned to the balcony, once again staring out at the ocean before him.

"The pirate has awoken inside Will Turner. Now it just needs a little coaxing out," the pirate mumbled to himself as he stepped up to the door and knocked.