A/N: Hello!

Okay, some of you my readers have asked me to make a sequel to my POTC story. I have answered to such requests that I will when I have an idea. Well I have gotten a small spark on inspiration, these 3 following chapters being the result of it, but I do not have a clear plot line made up. Not even close, and I don't know how long it will take to come up with something interesting.

But I thought of presenting these three chapters to you, who have read my first series. If you're interested, read and tell me what you think of this. Could this be the base of my sequel. or does it have some good in it? Some potential?

This is just a test, so I don't bother to edit these chaps into perfection. And the text is not perfect, as this is some kind of draft... But they shouldn't be unreadable! :)

~lindam2254

Prolog:

Will turned in his back, surprisingly feeling quite lazy to get up that morning. His dreams had been more restless these past months, but last night he had slept like a log, nothing disturbing his sleep. And now as he laid on the bed his eyes closed, he felt himself very energetic. Happy. Not even any of those weird dreams he had been having appeared, but instead they had been replaced by much cherished flashbacks of the past. Will now smiled to himself as he thought the probable reason to his sudden calmness and feeling of satisfaction. Eve had come back to him last evening. After nearly seven months apart, she had finally returned to him.

Will let out a deep, indeed satisfied breath. He stretched himself, extending his arms and starting to smile again widely as his right hand groped the sheets, searching, trying to locate the familiar form of his sleeping loved one. His fingers slid around by his side to feel her there, close and with him, Will's intention being to close her finally into his arms on this all so perfect feeling morning after all those lonely ones he had spent waking up alone in his cabin.

His hand now swept over the spot next to him. But he then wrinkled his brows. She wasn't there. But as quickly as that feeling of sudden confusion had appeared, Will then felt something soft sweep over his face and smile rising back on his lips he lifted his hand, stroking the soft hair now brushing against him as he felt the soft lips kiss him. Oh, yes. He was in heaven again after these gloomy seven months not seeing Eve. But then he heard a knock from the door. And not a quiet one.

"Get up Will! You are still in bed and there is more work to be done than we have time!" annoyed male voice shouted, being hoarse due daily immense use of alcohol as Will heard the owner of it bang the door of his cabin. It made Will frown yet again even more confused. The voice was disturbingly familiar, but very odd to be heard in that place, in that situation.

Mr. Brown? Will thought confused. Why is he here?

"Eve?" Will then called, still not opening his eyes as was pondering in confusion. "Have we made port to Port Royal?" The question felt very stupid and impossible to even to be considered as truth, especially when his their years were not yet up. But what else would explain that his old master would be banging at his cabin door?

The soft gentle touch vanished from Will's face, but he yet felt another kiss on his cheek. He not being able to do nothing but smile. And even in his utmost puzzlement Will then lifted himself halfway up, rubbing his eyes, until then felt weird weight on his chest, preventing him from sitting up. Frowning once more Will then finally opened his eyes, only to have them widen. He was staring straight into blue eyes. But not into right ones, as he noted himself to be staring at a cat instead of Eve, it sitting on his chest, letting out a low meow as saw him wake up. And it was not any random cat, but it was…

"Get out of that room now, or your pay shall be postponed for a month! I will not have such a slob as my apprentice!" the same irritated voice croaked, clearly suffering from hangover as yet another three louds bangs echoed from the door. Will blinked, whipping his head around. Eve was not in the bed. And rather… wasn't he. In the same bed he had fallen asleep into.

Will felt himself freeze for shock as he now turned around halfway in his old, small bed, noticing now that he was not indeed in the captain's cabin of the Flying Dutchman. But this was his old room back at Port Royal, which he had had during the time of eight years he had spent as Mr. Brown's apprentice. His eyes widened again as he gazed around in confusion, now sitting up and put his legs on the floor, seeing everything as it was the day he had last been there. The small writing desk, his bed and the bookshelf… Everything was at their place.

Will sat still, not understanding anything. Why in hell had he woken up in his old room in Port Royal? In a place he had not been in years, and further more have Mr. Brown shouting at him through the door, as if Will still were his apprentice. And this cat…

Will now turned his puzzled eyes to the grey cat who meowed again, starting to purr as climbed on his lap, his hand automatically starting to smooth her fur like every morning years back when he had lived in this room. This cat had always sneaked inside through the window, Will waking up pretty much always to the feeling of small cat paws striding on him and the furry tail sweeping over his face. Like now. And Will realized now that he had not felt Eve's lips on his own, but it had been this cat. Licking his face. Will frowned even deeper, once again staring at his changed surroundings in shock.

Why was he here and not aboard the Dutchman? With Eve and his crew. With his life and his ship? What… what was going on in here? As he touched the sheets and breathed the air, hearing the commotion of the streets, he knew this was reality. Or rather it felt like it. Smelled like it. Sounded like it. But how could this…

Will gasped out of his deep, confused thoughts as the loudest thud now shook his door. "Do you hear me? Get downstairs now! The ceremony of the next Commodore is this afternoon and you still have to finish the order of Governor Swann!" Mr. Brown bellowed now in slight fury, making Will gasp again. He froze once more, blinking in new confusion added to his already existing one. Ceremony? The new Commodore? A sword requested by… Governor Swann…

Will jumped on his feet, somewhat horrified realization hitting him as he gazed out of the window, indeed seeing the familiar scenery of the town Port Royal in front of his eyes. Will had… returned back. To the morning of Norrington's nomination as the next Commodore! Will had returned years to the past…

"Do I have to drag you out of there?! Hurry up or the lost money from the order will be paid by you!" Mr. Brown shouted now loudly. Still in slight shock Will gaped, stared out at the buildings spreading along the streets and gaped more, then answering.

"I come right down", he said, though in a daze. He heard a scoff as his master's steps started to walk down the steps back to the shop.

"Ungrateful lad he is. I took him in for the goodness of my heart and now he dares to slack work!" Will heard him slur to himself, an old feeling of annoyance returning into him. Will frowned bored.

"I wonder who was it always slacking work during these past years?" he questioned not particularly from no one. But then Will followed as the cat jumped on the floor too, purring some more as rubbed itself at his feet, before jumped on the window frame and vanished like always during mornings.

Will shook his head, leaning on the desk not understanding anything. What the hell? Was Eve pissed at him for something? Had it been she who had created this… situation to pay back to him for something? No, it couldn't be. Eve had not been angry to him last evening. But rather… Will sighed. They both had missed each other and everything which had happened last evening between them was far from hate.

He started to act automatically, taking his vest from the chair and put it on, dressing himself and tied his hair back, walking to the door due old habit stuck in him throughout the years of work in the blacksmith shop. But his mind still went overboard due thoughts circling around only one question; Why the bloody hell was he back in time before all of that crap with Davy Jones and Beckett had happened? To the time when Will had had nothing to do with pirates? To the time he had not known any of the old tales and legends to be true. To the time when… he had not yet known Eve.

As Will walked down the familiar stairs thinking this, he felt a sudden sting of pain. Sting of longing. Then if he really was back in the past… He did not know Eve. And she did not know him. And so… she was gone. Will's squeezed the doorknob before habitually turning it and entering to the blacksmith's shop. As well it was as he recalled it. Fireplace situated on the right side of the room into the corner as the familiar grey donkey stood on Will's left side, looking up to him as he entered. Will couldn't stop gasping again.

Was this truly happening? Was he dreaming?

Will heard a cough. And as his eyes traveled to the right, he saw his mentor sit down to a chair, Will making annoyed face as saw him gulp down the last drops of the alcohol from the bottle he was holding. As he took yet another one, opening it, he directed a slight glare toward Will and swung the bottle remarkably so that some of its contents fell on the floor in an arch.

"Get on with it and don't just stand there! Get to work!" Mr. Brown exclaimed always so irritated and drank some more, Will letting out a sigh as his teacher then ignored him perfectly, dedicating his life to only his bottle as was his habit. Had been his habit for the past five years.

But Will then paused. Past five years? No, past five years he had spent as the captain of the Flying Dutchman. This craziness, whatever it was, was not true. It could not be true. Because there was no possible way that… Eve would not exist in his life all of a sudden. Will's gaze dropped as he sighed, walking to the sword retainer, pulling out the familiar thin rapier with the golden filigree on the handle. A sword he had made with his own hands…

Will examined it, turning it around and pulled out the blade from its sheath as he went through the memories of the nights he had been working on it in the past. It had been one of his best works… Wait, had been or would be? Honestly, Will did not know which, or what to think. And so he could not answer that question. Either he did not know what to do, so he figured as he knew this to be the day Jack would arrive in Port Royal, the day Norrington would be nominated as the new Commodore, he should just go along with it. As long as he would get more answers to why he was here and how. That was pretty much only thing he could do.

Will now heard a loud snore break the air and as he turned, he saw the familiar sight. His mentor of eight years passed out on the chair completely drunk, though it was still only morning. He sighed again, shoving the thin blade back in the sheath.

"Some people never change. Eve is right about that", Will muttered to himself bored. Until then took the still unfinished sword to his workplace, taking the blade out once more and started to work with it, completely habitually which Will noted in delight to go as smoothly as over five years ago. Well, some things never were forgotten it seemed.