Author's Note:

okay, you asked and i'm delievering. all i ask this time is that you REVIEW when reading this story. i don't expect a novel, just something that tells me what you thought. to encourage this...i've started something new:

if you review...i will advertise one of YOUR stories in my author's notes. think of all the PR you could get...

another thing. later parts of this fanfic will refer back to my two previous POTC fanfics. due to this, i ask you to read those. since most of you won't, I'll post summaries along the lines...but it really would help YOU to read my other works seeing as how the summaries might not help.

read on and rock out (as usual)

Ruby D.

Remember

Prologue

Who am I? Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I here? Who's that staring at me!?

"Hey...you! Stop staring!" I screamed, lying in a white room with white sheets and white pillows. Why am I so mad?

"Marie...don't scream. You don't want anyone to hear, now do you?" The man was tall, slender, and clean cut. His blonde hair laid perfectly on his shoulders and his eyes were like electric blue lights.

Marie. Is that my name? It sounds familiar. I've heard it before, but I don't think it's my name. "Who's Marie?"

"You are." The mysterious man got up from his seat and opened the curtains. "And you're at my house."

"Who is you?" That didn't make sense. I may be totally batty but I know that didn't make sense.

"Jack." He smiled, sitting next to me and brushing the hair out of my eyes. "Your husband."

"Husband? When did I marry you?" I didn't mean to sound so rude. He did seem like a nice person, but I just couldn't remember him.

"Last Thursday. You've been out ever since." He kissed my cheek.

I felt repulsed.

"What happened?"

"It was our reception at your home. You were taking a walk by the cliff and...you fell."

My eyes darted around the room for something to spark my memory. "I fell off a cliff?" He closed his eyes and nodded. "What is my name?" I had to ask one more time.

"Marie Knapp." He sighed. His arms drew around me and pulled me closer to him. For some reason, I didn't want my husband to touch me.

"And you're Jack?" Saying that name brought shudders to my spine. Why did that sound so familiar. He was still touching me, stroking my hair and kissing the side of my ear.

I wanted all this to stop.