In the pirate port of Tortuga, the same William Turner had just set sail on a ship he had managed to get a ride on. He leaned on the railing as his chocolate brown eyes looked out at sea and let out a soft sigh. His destination? Rum Runners Island. He knew Jack would be there. Pushing a lock of his brown hair away from his eyes he turned to the captain. "We stop there." He nodded in the direction of the small landscape on the horizon.

Kim gave a soft sigh as she looked out at the large amount of water in front of her and frowned. Noticing this, Jack gave her a soft nudge.

"And what may I ask are you thinking about?"

"A way to get off this island." Brushing the white sand off her trousers, Kim leaned back on the trunk of a palm tree.

Jack gave a soft chuckle. "Well you can stop worrying your pretty little head off."

Kim raised an eyebrow, looking at him. "You know how to get us off of here?"

Jack nodded and smiled. "Of course. All I we have to do it rope us a couple of sea-turtles, make a raft and well be on our way." He put an arm around Kim's shoulders and held up his bottle of rum.

Kim rolled her eyes and pushed Jacks arm off leaning her head back again on the trunk. "Wake me up when you have a good plan." Closing her eyes she drifted off to sleep.

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Opening her eyes, Kim looked around, dazed. By the looks of it the sun had set long ago and Jack as sleeping peacefully next to a large crackling fire. Surprised she had slept for so long, Kim sat up, rubbing her eyes. She froze as she heard something come from the thin forest behind her. She listened for a moment. There it was again. Someone was here. Slowly getting to her feet, Kim put a hand to her pistol as she walked into the trees. She looked around but it was too dark to see further than a few feet in any direction. She froze as she heard a crack of a twig behind her and quickly pulling out her pistol, she turned to face the stranger.

"Will?"

Standing in front of her, sword drawn and soaked head to toe, was William Turner.

They both stood there for a few moments, before Kim finally spoke. "Will...what...what are you doing here?"

Will smiled, putting his sword away. "I'm looking for someone. What about you?"

Kim chuckled. "Well, you want the short version or long version?" Sighing, she put away her pistol and pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "My mum died a few years after you left England. So I came out here. I was on the sea a lot, mostly as a deckhand. I finally got my own ship one day. It belonged to a friend of mine who decided to settle down. Then, after being captain of a ship for seven years my crew decided maroon me here."

Will shook his head chuckling softly. "Typical Kim. Do I always need to get you out of trouble?"

"Looks like it."

Will smiled, looking at her then at the grass beneath them. There was silence for a bit longer before he looked up. "Is anyone else here?" Kim nodded.

" Jack's on the beach." She nodded in the direction she had come from.

"Jack Sparrow?"

"Yes. Come."

Trudging onto the beach, Kim silently strode over the still sleeping figure of Jack, giving him a good prod in the side, Will watching from behind her.

Jack groaned and sat up, rubbing the place where Kim had hit him. "I was having a good dream."

Kim rolled her eyes and sat down beside Will, handing him a bottle of rum. Will looked down at the bottle and shaking his head put it down. "Next time, keep lookout before someone," Kim nodded to Will, "comes out of the forest. Got it?"

Jack looked at Will and stopped rubbing his sore side. "Hello William," He looked around and frowned. "And where might be Mrs. Turner?"

Will pursed his lips and did not answer. Instead he turned to the ocean and took a breath. "She's dead."