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Here's the next chapter for ye all!

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Jack sat on the stool in front of the wooden desk in his quarters, a quill in his hand and paper placed before him, he desperately tried to think of the right words. This wasn't the first time he'd attempted to write to her since he'd heard of Will's fate. There were two other letters he had written, which had ended up in the fire. Finding the words to say to someone after loosing someone who means that much to them wasn't easy. Especially not for him. He wasn't used to showing sympathy for anyone, never mind putting it into words.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of a heavy knock on the door, 'What?'

The door opened and one of the crew, Kursar, stepped in, 'Storms brewin', Captain. Yer needed on deck.' Jack grumbled and waved him away, to which the man complied and left him.

The sound of thunder above seemed to echo throughout the cabin. He groaned and dropped the quill. Perhaps it'd be better if he made a personal appearance, check she hasn't done anything stupid. The thunder echoed again, along with the shouts of the crew above. He stood and made his way onto the deck.

'Jack!' Gibbs reacted, 'She headin' for 'em!' he pointed to some rocks barely a kilometre from them.

Jack's eyes widened, as he ran for the helm, 'Hard port!' he yelled, as he hurried over, 'maybe we'll get clear of 'em before the storm hits,' he said, hopefully, to Anamaria as he grasped the helm.

'I doubt it,' came her reply, as she hurried down to the lower deck.

'Gibbs,' Jack shouted to him.

His friend hurried over to him, expecting orders. 

'What would ye think if I told ye we're gonna miss Tortuga until after I've paid a visit to Port Royal?' he asked, not taking his eyes from the rocks, which the ship was gradually steering clear of.

'Port Royal, ye say,' he responded, 'payin' a wee visit to Elizabeth?'

'Aye. Deserves that much don't she?' he stumbled as the ship rocked and the thunder roared above them as the first drops of rain began to fall.

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The Pearl dropped anchor out of sight of the harbour at Port Royal. No risks were to be taken and it was obvious from the ship's current state due to the storm that there was no way she could exceed one of the Navy ships should she be spotted. Many of the crew had insisted they continued on to Tortuga for repairs, however Jack saw no reason why they should sail right past the port they were headed for, claiming, 'She'd be able to hold another night.'

Now he was in a rowboat, heading towards the shore.

Jack was unsure of the reaction he'd receive upon his unexpected visit after four years. He saw no reason why she would be bitter towards him. He had, after all, written to them on several occasions. At least twice a year, as he recalled. Five letters he had sent the year their first child was born. He had even attended the christening .. secretly, of course, he hadn't been seen. However, he had seen the child that was named for him. Better when the Turners had taken him back to their cottage. He had been tempted to go to the door, expose himself. However he thought against it and had left as quickly as he'd appeared.

He pulled the boat ashore and hurried across the beach, making way for the Turner's cottage, where he hoped Elizabeth would be. He hurried through the trees, hoping the dark would be enough to disguise him.

His mind wandered to Will. The boy who had detested him the moment he laid eyes on him. Pirate. He chuckled at the way things had turned out. He didn't know much of Will's death. Only that his ship had been attacked on his way back from London. What in the blazes had he been doing in London? Why would he take the boy with him? He was actually quite surprised Elizabeth hadn't been aboard the ship with them. After their little exploit.

Finally he reached the modest cottage, situated on the edge of the town. He eyed the town; it wasn't too busy that evening. Not nearly as eventful as Tortuga would be come this time. He stepped out the trees and hurried over to the cottage. He walked around the back and peered through the window. A candle was lit in the far side of the room, and he could see the silhouette shadow of a woman sitting nearby.

Jack smiled and made his way to the door, pushing it open and shut as silently as he could manage. The candle eerily lighted the room. He peered around the door at Elizabeth, who was sitting on the chair, eyes closed. He smiled again and made his way over to her and knelt down in front of her.

'Drink up me hearties, yo ho,' he spoke, loud enough to awaken her.

Her eyes snapped open and she sat upright in her chair. Her eyes scanned the room for a moment before resting on the man in front of her. She squinted trying to recognise him. Red bandana attached firmly to his forehead should have given him away, however it was the grin he wore that made her eyes widen in recognition.

'Jack?!' 

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