Pirates of the Caribbean Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.you all know this *wishes she did own it*
Lore is my own character, and Kami is my friend who really loves Pirates of the Caribbean.so yeah. Any-whoo, on with the story! It's my first so I hope you all like it. P.S. Nothing against people who like Elizabeth and Will together, I do to! It's just a fan-fic though! ^_^

He's bored here and I know it. I can see the distant look in his dark eyes. He rests his chin on his palm and gazes out the window. "Will?" I venture. My voice is meek and small, but still snaps him from his daydreams. "Yes, Elizabeth?" he smiles. "Let's get a breath of fresh air," I suggest.

The evening air is cool on my skin. Will gazes up at the first born stars. He smiles and I almost read his thoughts. "They remind me of the first night on the Black Pearl, don't they?" I say. He looks back at me with a sad smile and nods. His dark curls glow red in the setting sun and I feel my heart swell with what I'm about to say.

I hesitate while my mind and heart battle. I want to stay with him, but my mind knows that he would be happier having an adventure out on the wide blue ocean. I make up my mind and blurt the words out. "I know you yearn for adventure, Will," I begin and he looks at me, his eyes beginning to grow wide. "So I think you should leave.go with Jack, sail the Caribbean, have an adventure. Do something outside of this town. I know that you're miserable here and I can't stand to see you like that."

After much convincing and a couple tears, he packed his things.

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Jack stood proudly at the helm of his beloved ship. His broad grin grew as his pulled into the familiar port. "Port Royale" he thought. "Drop the anchor!" he yelled. Men scurried about and dropped the anchor over the side of the boat.

The sun had just set and the sky was mixed with dark reds and blues bearing the first stars of the night. Jack hoped off the boat and began to walk down the ramp and onto the pier. People about to leave the port stared at Jack wondering whether or not he was just drunk or a few screws loose. He smiled and bowed his head at those who stared and began to look for the black smith's shop.

Upon losing his way in the town, Jack sighed and gave up. "Just round the corner and we'll see what we find, then," he muttered to himself. Surprisingly enough around the corner was a pub, rowdy and bustling with life. "Might as well give them some more business!" he brimmed. He strolled in briskly and began to walk straight to the bar.

He plopped down on a stool between two men, one was passed out and the other looked as though he was well on his way. "Bar tender! Gimme the best rum you've got!" Jack shouted over the noise and slapped a couple shillings on the counter. The bar tender counted the shillings and smiled gratefully and called over a young girl who was working behind the counter. He talked to her for a short while then pointed to Jack.

"A'right there, mate. I'm Kami and I'm gonna be servin' ye the rest of your stay here," the girl said. Her electric chestnut curls were piled on top of her head and shook when she moved or laughed. Jack stared at the curls and swallowed the rum. He felt it warm his body and began to tingle.

Kami tapped the passed out man next to Jack. " 'ay there mate, get up! Ye gotta make room for the rest of me customers!" She shook him by the shoulder, then sighed heavily and rounded the counter to drag him out. Jack stood and held a hand up. "Lemme help ye with that, love," he smirked. She shrugged and stood aside. Jack plucked the man from the bar top and supported him with his arm.

The dark curls slid away from the man's face and Jack's eyes widened. "Well whattaya' know!?" he laughed. "You know him?" Kami asked cocking an eyebrow. "Sure do!" Jack said proudly. Doing so, he began to pat the man's cheek. " 'ay there, Will! Wake up, lad!" When the youth wouldn't budge, Jack found himself in a difficult situation.

"Do ye have room and board in this pub?" "Sure." "Well then set me up with a room with two beds, me and the lad are gonna stay the night 'ere."

A.N.: So how was that? Good enough? I have a case of writer's block, but since I have basically nothing to do the remainder of the summer, maybe I can finish it. O.o.who knows!?