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It was a calm Caribbean night, the stars shone brilliantly over the dark waters, guiding the Black Pearl to her destination. She glided up to the dock, where she moored for the night. The crew anxiously waited for their captain to dismiss them. After he gave the word the crew leapt over the Pearl's railing onto the dock and ran down the gangway towards Tortuga. The crew and their captain had been sailing the Caribbean waters for about four months and most of them couldn't wait to get off the Pearl and enjoy their week off. AnaMaria who wasn't as enthusiastic as the others to leave, looked over to her Captain, he was of medium height, he had dark black hair with beads in it, he also had dark brown eyes, he was wearing his usual tanish-gray pants with his cream colored pirate shirt, black belt, brown vest, dark brown overcoat, and light brown boots. "Why don't you come with us Jack? It'll do you good to get out and have some fun for a change." AnaMaria tried.

"Nah, I think I'll just stay here and watch the Pearl, you go on." Jack answered.

"But Jack…"

"I'll be fine" he interrupted, "Really."

AnaMaria left the Black Pearl and headed for Tortuga. She walked the empty streets deep in thought. "What are we going to do with Jack" AnaMaria wondered, "He's been down in the dumps ever since he said goodbye to that girl four months ago." AnaMaria's thoughts were disrupted as she realized someone was calling her name. She looked around until she found the person calling her. He was tall, he had brown hair (shoulder length) and eyes, and he was wearing a cream-colored pirate shirt, brown over shirt, black pants, gray stockings, black shoes, and a red cape. He was standing with a woman. She was wearing something like the pirate outfit AnaMaria was wearing. AnaMaria recognized Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann instantly as she walked over to them. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in Port Royal planning your wedding?" She asked once she reached them.

"We were, but we received a letter from Mr. Gibbs saying that you guys were coming to Tortuga, and he wanted us to check up on Jack, so here we are." Elizabeth explained.

"You're just in time then, Jacks on the Pearl, and he'll probably be glad to see you." AnaMaria said pointing out to them, the Pearls dock.

After AnaMaria had left, Jack had gone into his cabin and had been there ever since. He sat at his desk staring at a candle watching as it flickered between existence and non. He was thinking of Katy again, he cherished his memories of her; for that was the only thing he had left to remember her by. He was thinking about when Katy said she loved him. "How could she love me?" he asked himself doubts clouding his mind "We only knew each other for two days." he was beginning to think the whole thing was a dream, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to fully believe that. Jack heard a thump come from the deck. He turned his attention away from the candle and looked out the door window, he saw a little monkey in pirate clothing. "Hey isn't that Barbossa's monkey?" Jack murmured to himself rising from his chair to get a better look at the monkey.

"Don't move!" someone behind Jack ordered. Jack stood still knowing that his opponent most likely had a gun and that he was unarmed. The next thing Jack knew was a searing pain on top of his head as his opponent stuck him with the butt of his gun. Jack fell to the floor unconscious.