"Can you go a little slower, at least?" Will shouted from the roar of the speed boat. His left hand gripped a swinging chair in its place as his brown hair ruffled in his face. The driver of the speed boat was not listening, in fact, he actually went faster. Sea spray hit the faces of the three that had boarded the boat, and the girl in the back didn't look like she was having much fun.

Her own dark hair was frizzy and horribly out of place. Both arms were wrapped behind her, grasping only on the chair which she sat upon. Her own eyes glanced toward the driver with disapproval, and her head shook with dismay as the boat went even faster. Her name? Eliza.

Now the driver was something else, is all I can tell you. Clever, usually selfish, and humorous, he was someone that you could be sure he would drink once he was old enough. His black hair was shaggy and went below his ears, and his eyes were green and mischievous. James was some character of a person.

A siren sounded from afar, the sound of a police boat. Eliza now looked even more uncomfortable then before as she looked behind them. "James, you idiot!" She yelled. "There are police boats after us now! I do hope you have your license." James just laughed.

"Who ever said I had a license?" Was his reply, and his boat went speeding toward the harbor with its riders, three police boats on their tails. Sirens blasted through the airs like icicles as they neared the docks. Closer…Closer…Bam! James's boat hit a dock with a sick crash, and the three on it jumped off and sprinted away, police man and onlookers shouting as they passed.

James slumped against a wall of the building, his chest heaving hard as well as the other two. Running for about two miles wasn't easy on a hot summer day, and they had found an abandoned building to rest in. They now sat at a small dusty table in the center of it, relaxing in silence.

"What were you thinking? You could've gotten us in jail back there," Will complained to him, turning his head to give him an icy glare. Yet he did not find him there, but staring at a section of the wall. "What are you looking at?" Will forced his legs and feet to walk over to James, but every step made his legs throb.

As he stood besides James, he looked at the section of the wall. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he saw something that blew him away- A sword, half the size of Will's arm, lay rested on the wall, hanging by a small string. It's steel had lost its luster, and rust covered it so that no shine was shone from the sword. Engraved near the hilt was the name "William Turner." A shiver went up Will's spine. Absent-mindedly, his hand outstretched and his fingers went over the rusty metal, a strong feeling shooting through Will.

"The name sounds so familiar…but no familiar. It's kind of freaky." He murmured. Of course, his name was Will, but his last name wasn't Turner. But why did he find this sword familiar? There was something odd going on, was all he could think of.

Is that it? A voice echoed in his head, and it made Will jolt upright. He turned his head around, but no one had spoken. I mean, yes, I was a bit naïve, but that's all you can think of?The voice had a thick British accent, and was a man's.

Will stiffened, and began to reply to whoever-it-was by thinking it. It was an odd feeling, having to talk with your mouth closed and your mind doing the talking. Who are you? For a moment, there was silence, and then the young man talking in his head spoke again.

The sword that you and your… friend, James, were looking at, it was mine. I'm Will Turner. Another jolt went through Will. This could not be true… or the Will Turner would have to be a…

Ghost? Turner interrupted his thoughts. Well, you could say that… but truly, I…er…Am you. It's a bit complicated. Will looked at the sword for a long moment. Yes, it was complicated, but how could this Turner man in his head be him?

Out of the corner of his eye he could see James staring at him, a brow raised. Will could not move, even if he wanted to. It was like a force that tied him to one spot and held down his legs and arms. Complicated is right… But how did you know about James, and that he's my friend

Again, an eerie silence. A tingle went up Will's back as he waited with uncertainty, but finally Turner spoke in a whisper, and Will strained to her his words.

James used to be a friend of mine, but in a different life. Then, suddenly, the odd sensation from his body left slowly, and Will could move his arms and legs again. James and Eliza were staring at him, both having confused expressions.

"Well, that was interesting… Just watching you stand there could make my life more brilliant then it already is." James said in a highly sarcastic voice, turning to the open door. Eliza, however, took a different approach.

"Will… What happened? It was like you were in a trance." A strip of her long, wavy hair covered one of her eyes, and her face looked tensed.

"Nothing happened… I guess the run made me dazed, was all." Will lied. With a final stare, Eliza walked toward the door. And soon, after a long sigh, Will headed his way toward it too, and the threesome left the abandoned house.