Hi guys! This story was co-written by Emilijah and the girls, my best friend who came up with half of the great ideas. Just to let you know, this story is set after the first movie – Norrington is still a Commodore, Will and Elizabeth live in Port Royal, only lovers and not married. There has been no Davy Jones or Locker.

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Hey y'all, its Emilijah and the girls. This is a disclaimer. WE DONNOT OWN THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS POTC!!!! And for another thing, no flames please!!!! If you have any great ideas, PLEASE LET US KNOW!!! We dedicate this to…. (Cue drum roll!!) gadzooks97, spacky, Bj-midge-4eva, E.V.E-in-da-house and tolo137!!!

Jack Sparrow sauntered across the deck of the Black Pearl. He felt happy. Except for one small problem. He looked down from the helm. Down below, Elizabeth Swann, William Turner Jr. and James Norrington were all standing against the main mast, chatting. They seemed at ease. They were smiling, and laughing at a joke Will had just let them in on. Elizabeth was doubled over with laughter, whilst Norrington had to hold on to the mast to support his amused frame. Jack smiled. He liked it when all his crew were getting along. Jack watched as Will drew Elizabeth into his arms and kissed her forehead, though she was still weak with laughter. She turned into his shirt, staining it with salty tears of joy. Will was laughing too, but the amusement was slowly losing its touch. The others, too, slowly came back to reality. They dusted themselves down, and then started chatting again, as if the joke had never happened.

Jack felt a bit out of place. Will was wearing a crisp cream shirt, now stained with teardrops. He had a light brown vest clinging to his chest, and his thick knee-length trousers were held up by a thick belt. On his feet was a pair of knee-high leather boots, which clung to his legs like ants to honey. His sword and pistol were in a shoulder strap running the full length of his chest and back. His hair was held up into a pony-tail. He looked like he always did – clean but not out of place.

Elizabeth on the other hand was in an entirely different attire then predicted by any man who did not know the real Elizabeth Swann. She, too, was wearing trousers, boots, shirt and vest, with a tri-corned hat adorned her dark blonde locks. She looked like she belonged on the sea. More simply, she looked like a pirate.

He himself was wearing his usual trousers, white cotton shirt, worn leather boots, vest, bandanna. lace and Compass. His usual attire. It never changed.

And then, the Commodore. He was wearing a completely different outfit to the couple. He was wearing breeches, with shiny black leather boots, a thick white shirt and a dark blue coat with golden tassels and lining completing the outfit. He looked like a high ranking official, which he was. But Jack wondered what a random passer-by would think of a Commodore aboard a pirate ship, captained by one of the most notorious, wily and legendary pirates to sail the seven seas, and chatting easily away with other pirates? It was not natural. Pirates were meant to be hung, not chatted up!

Jack looked away from the cheerful three-some and looked out towards the open ocean He remembered all the events of the past few days.

Jack drew up to the docks of Port Royal. He tied down his 'borrowed' ship and stepped off the vessel and onto the landing. He followed the path until he reached the town's village. Looking up at all the store signs – baker, grocer, and landowner – he tried to find the sign with a hammer and sword on it. He soon found his destination. He knocked, but without waiting for an answer, pulled open the door and went into the darkened building. Inside the sun glowed through cracks and lines in the shops walls and roof. A head turned at the sound of the door. The man smiled. 'Jack!' he exclaimed, surprised. He placed down the sword he had been cleaning. 'What are you doing here?' Will walked around to Mr. Brown, sleeping once again in a chair, and tapped him on the temple. He didn't stir. Will nodded. 'All clear!'

Jack moved down from the doorstep until he was a few metres away from William. 'I need your help, Will. Actually, no, I don't need your help. I was coming to let you know that I'll be going on a small venture soon and to see that your damsel is well out of the way of trouble and not in need of rescuing on my way through. Savvy?'

Being with Jack for so long, Will had been able to understand exactly what Jack was saying. 'Elizabeth is safe. She's living with her father. We're planned to get married. So, I don't think so Jack. Elizabeth needs me here. I need to be here. I cannot leave.'

But Jack was not so easily swayed. 'Well, bring your soon-to-be along then. I'm sure she'd love the adventure just as much as anyone.'

Will thought about this. Jack was right. Elizabeth would enjoy to get away from this town and her father. He nodded. 'Okay, but I'll have to ask her. You stay here, as I'm not sure the Governor will be thrilled to see you.'

Silently agreeing with Will's comment, Jack agreed. Will hurried out the door.

Will ran through the town on the familiar route that he knew went to the Governors mansion. He was soon approaching the house, once again gazing up at it in awe and wondering how Elizabeth could hate living in such luxury. But then Will remembered his mission and ran to the door. He knocked three quick knocks. A butler opened the door to reveal a polished interior with spotless furniture and a large staircase leading up towards the upper floors. But the view was quickly disrupted when the butler stepped in the doorframe. 'How may I help you sir?' the butler asked in a bored tone. He had clearly done this many times before.

Will cleared his throat. 'I'm here to see Miss Swann, sir,' Will stated.

The butler looked at him weirdly. 'And who may be speaking sir?' he asked in his clipped voice.

'Tell her William Turner would like to speak with her.'

The butler nodded and backed out of the doorframe. 'Please come inside, sir, while I get the lady for you.'

Will nodded and walked over the threshold. He stood inside a wide entrance room, and clasped his hands behind his back, waiting. Pretty soon he saw Elizabeth stepping quickly, nearly running, down the flight of stairs. She ran into his arms. 'Will!' she exclaimed, and kissed him. Will kissed her back. He looked up to see the Governor following his daughter down the stairs. He too looked immaculate. He also looked a bit awkward at watching the couple.

'Good day Mr. Turner,' he greeted in his professional manner.

'Good day to you too sir,' Will replied in the same tone.

Elizabeth turned around. 'Father, may I speak with Will alone?' she asked.

The Governor knew he could not refuse. 'Of course, my dear. Anything.' He then turned around and walked sharply into another polished room.

Elizabeth turned back to Will. 'How can I help you sir?' she asked in a mock politeness of the butler. Will grinned at the imitation. But then he sighed.

'I wish I was just here for a visit, but I'm not. There is someone you must come and see.'

'But I really shouldn't leave the manor....' Elizabeth asked warily.

'But you must, Elizabeth, only for a few minutes. You must speak to this person.'

'And who may 'this person' be?' she asked slyly.

Will shook his head. 'I cannot tell you. You must see for yourself.'

Elizabeth was mystified. Who was this person? She decided to go along. 'But wait,' she said, 'I must tell Father.'

Elizabeth hurried into the room that the Governor had gone through. After having gotten permission to leave the mansion she ran back out to Will. 'Let's go!'

Will and Elizabeth hurried back through the streets of Port Royal. Townsfolk greeted her as she passed through. She nodded but went quickly on her way. Will stopped her outside his workplace. 'In here,' he said.

Will pushed open the door and held it open for Elizabeth. She walked through uneasily. Will followed through the door and shut it behind him. He looked around. Jack was nowhere to be seen. Oh no! Where was he? But then the man himself stepped out from a dark corner, having been studying one of the many swords made by Will, found in the shop. Will smiled. He heard Elizabeth gasp, and walk forward to greet Jack. 'Will!' she exclaimed, 'you could have told me that the person was Jack! Oh it's so good to see you!' she said to Jack. Jack bowed mockingly, as Elizabeth was still a governor's daughter.

'Elizabeth,' he said, 'you look stunning in a dress. But I must say a pirate's outfit suits you a lot better.'

Elizabeth blushed. How stupid. She was blushing because a pirate had complimented her. She'd been complimented many times before, why should this matter? 'And what brings you here, Jack?'

Jack looked at Will. Will shook his head. He hadn't told Elizabeth any details or anything. Jack looked back to Elizabeth. 'Me and me trusty crew plan to venture out to find some objects of value and then spend it all. Mostly on rum. Savvy?'

Elizabeth looked interested at first, but glowered at Jack at the mention of rum. The last time she had seen Jack with rum was on a deserted island, and that did not go well. It was not a good mix – a wily pirate with strong alcohol. Jack saw Elizabeth's stare. But Elizabeth quickly softened up.

'Where abouts are these 'objects of value? Is it someone else's? Why do you need me?' The questions came quickly, slipping through Elizabeth's mouth like a rush of water.

Jack replied smoothly and remembered the questions easily. 'The objects of value, let's keep it simple and just call it 'gold' lies on a ship somewhere in the Caribbean Sea. But with my trust Compass,' he patted the magical object, 'we should be able to easily find our way! As for whose it is, it is someone by the name of Edward Teach.'

Elizabeth searched her memory for that name. It had seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where or how she could know it. The only pirates she knew were Jack Sparrow, Barbossa, and their crews. None of their names fit the one Jack had mentioned. But Jack wasn't finished.

'You might know him as 'Black-Beard.' Elizabeth smacked her head. Of course! She had seen a file on him in her father's study drawer once when she was young, and taken a look. A feared pirate, legendary, famous. And apparently very lethal. Elizabeth didn't want the pleasure of meeting him.

'And as a matter of fact,' Jack continued, 'I don't need you. As I said to young William here, I was merely seeing whether you were safe and not in need of rescuing, and as you are, whether you and your lover wanted to come along on the trip!'

Elizabeth tried to take this all in. In simple terms, she thought, did she want to go on the venture? She really did want to go back onto the seas again, feel the wind in her face, the sleekness of the ship underneath her. But then she thought about her father. He was so worried when she was captured by pirates. She never left her town without her father for long. This would worry him. But, looking over to Will, she knew that he also really wanted to leave. But she knew that if she stayed, so would he. He was by her side every day. He nodded to her, to indicate that the decision was all hers.

'You don't have to, luv,' Jack reminded her, 'just an incoming offer. If you would rather stay here with your-'

'I'll do it!' Elizabeth cut in. She wasn't a child anymore. She could do what she wanted. She would just tell her father that she was going away on a trip with Will. That should be fine. As long as she didn't mention Jack.

Jack rubbed his hands together. 'Excellent. Go get your stuff and we'll be leaving right away. Meet me down on the shoreline.' With that, Jack turned and strode out the door.

Will turned to Elizabeth. 'You don't have to, you know. You could stay here. This could be dangerous. I don't want you getting hu-'

'I'm going, Will. Now come and help me explain to my father.'

After running back to the Governor's mansion, and explaining to her father that she was going on a pre-wedding holiday and wouldn't be back for a few weeks, Elizabeth ran up the stairs to pack. In her room, she dug out some clothes and threw them on the bed. Her maid came in to help. In a few minutes it was done – well, done in accordance to the maid. The maid had packed dresses, corsets, everything proper. Elizabeth tried to ask her to leave politely but she wouldn't move. Finally, when everything was packed, Elizabeth excused the maid and shut the door. She threw all the dresses out of her bag. Instead she dug out her pirates clothes from the bottom of her cupboard. She left one dress in the bag, and put it in the top of the bag, in case anyone looked in. She also packed a pistol and sword. Closing the bag, she called for the butler to assist her carrying the bag. She found Will waiting downstairs. After departing with her father, she and Will walked out the door, and climbed into the carriage her father had ordered.

Down at the shore, Will and Elizabeth stepped out of the carriage. The driver moved so as to take Elizabeth's bag but Will stopped him. 'I'll take it from here,' he said.

The couple met Jack on the beach as planned. They climbed onto the Pearl. Will could see that it was freshly painted a deep glossy black. Jack had clearly taken care of it since he took it back. Will and Elizabeth climbed up on board. Jack followed after letting loose the lines. But then he heard a shout from behind. 'Sparrow!'

Jack turned around quickly. He saw a familiar figure running towards him. 'Run!' he shouted.

But the voice called again. 'No, Sparrow, stop! I mean no harm!'

That stopped Jack in his tracks. He turned to face his pursuer. The Commodore was only a few meters away. He stopped in front of Jack. 'Come to arrest me again, mate? Please don't as I'm taking these two lovebirds on a pre-wedding holiday.' Jack and Will had agreed that this would be the excuse if anyone stopped them. 'Surely you're not going to disrupt their deeply entwined love again?' Thinking he had won Norrington over, Jack turned back to his ship. But then he felt a sword on his neck. Jack sighed. Not again!

'I'm not here to arrest you or Mr. Turner. I want to come with you. Cutler Beckett is taking over the East India Trading Company. My position is lowering. Soon I will be nought but a delivery boy.'

Jack grimaced. Norrington as a delivery boy. Eh! 'And so you wish to step away from all the kerfuffle, ey'? And what's in it for me?'

Norrington sighed. Of course, Jack always wanted to know the consequences or extra prize money. 'I don't arrest you or hand you over to Beckett.'

'But you're only a delivery boy. What can you do?' Jack snickered.

But Norrington was already stepping towards the Pearl. Jack wondered whether he should stop him or not. Shrugging, Jack let him go. If he wanted to come and face more pirates and possibly gets killed, that was his problem, not Jack's.

Jack walked up to the side of the ship, and checked to see if anyone else was running after him. After deciding not, he too climbed up the ships side, and onto the deck, calling out to his crew in the meantime. They had questioning looks about the Commodore but decided not to ask. Yet.

'All hands. Haul the mainbrace! Gibbs, retie that sail!'

The crew scurried to obey the captain's orders. The captain himself pulled out his beloved Compass. The arrow spun quickly, then slowed and settled on a line pointing north East. Cotton came up to the captain for orders. 'Cotton, and parrot, we have our heading!'

Jack Sparrow sauntered across the deck of the Black Pearl. He felt happy. Except for one small problem. He looked down from the helm. Down below, Elizabeth Swann, William Turner Jr. and James Norrington were all standing against the main mast, chatting. They seemed easy, at ease. They were smiling, and laughing at a joke Will had just let them in on. Elizabeth was doubled over with laughter, whilst Norrington had to hold on to the mast to support his amused frame. Jack smiled. He liked it when all his crew were getting along. Jack watched as Will drew Elizabeth into his arms and kissed her forehead, though she was still weak with laughter. She turned into his shirt, staining it with salty tears of joy. Will was laughing too, but the amusement was slowly losing its touch. The others, too, slowly came back to reality. They dusted themselves down, and then started chatting again, as if the joke had never happened.

The problem was Norrington. Jack still felt a bit suspicious. Maybe Norrington was sent to spy on him? Had e come to steal some of Jack's find? Had he come to steal Elizabeth again? Or had he really come to get away from the East India Trading Company, and Beckett? It all made no sense. The only thing that Jack definitely knew was that a Commodore was aboard a pirate ship, his pirate ship, and seemed to be having fun. Looking down at the group again, Norrington did actually look like he wanted to be there, and that surprised Jack. He pegged Norrington as the silent, orderly type. Apparently he had a fun side too!

Jack pulled out his Compass again. The arrow stayed put. Jack was glad. They were going in the right direction. It shouldn't be too long now. Only a few more days. And then he would be richer. And then he would be more drunk!

Jack started to think of rum, but then he heard a shout calling from the crows nest. 'Captain! Ahead!'

Jack picked up his spyglass and put it quickly to his eye. He saw mist in the distance, rising as if from some black hole. He squinted into the glass. And then he heard it. A distant roaring sound. It was coming from the mist. And then Jack realised what it was. He quickly jammed down the spyglass and moved to the wheel. He pushed Cotton over and took the wood in his hands. He spun it quickly around. Slowly the ship started to move. But Jack knew that they wouldn't be able to make it. The waterfall was arriving too fast. The rest of the crew had noticed what was happening. Soon Jack was joined by Will, Elizabeth and Norrington at the helm. 'Jack! We cannot escape it. What should we do? Abandon ship?' Will asked, panic in his voce.

But Jack would not easily give up treasure. 'No. Let us see where it takes us.'

Norrington was speechless. 'Are you mad?!'

'I don't believe so, though some people could argue that case.'

Will was getting annoyed. 'Now is no time for jokes, Jack! You're going to get us all killed!'

'Am I now? Would you like to take the wheel, Turner?'

'No! I'm just saying DON'T LET US GO OVER!'

'Too late. You better hold on!'

The three didn't need reminding twice. Elizabeth was clutching a rigging with all her might. Norrington had scampered to the mast and had his arms wrapped around it. Will ran back down onto the deck and instructed the crew to hold onto anything they could find. They were going to go over the waterfall. Their response was much the same to Will as Will's was to Jack. He shrugged. 'Captain's orders,' he explained. The crew quickly obeyed and held onto anything they could get their hands on. Will ran back up to Jack. 'We're gaining, Jack. Spin her around!' he bellowed. He could hardly hear over the noise of the water.

But Jack had already done that. The waterfall was right before them. Will felt the bow start to tilt. He grabbed onto the rail. Jack left the wheel and ran to the mast next to Norrington. 'I'm rooting for you, mate! Hope you don't die!'

Norrington rolled his eyes. It was like Jack to make jokes right before they were about to die. But then Jack's jokes were cut short as the ship went vertical. The air was filled with cries from the crew and the roar of the waterfall. But then the boat left the water and spun into the darkness.

And everything went black.

BTT123- Sorry about the déjà vu. Didn't know what else to do. Please review. Constructive criticism is welcome.

EATG- Soo… what do ya think???? Is it worth continuing?? Oh I also dedicate this to our Science, geog and English teachers who seriously need some psycological help. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING GUYS!!! lol