A/N: Yo ho, me hearties! Ahem…anyway. POVs will be rotating like they do in the 1st 3 chappies, savvy? So this is another 1 like the 1st chapter…it is somewhat interesting. Leave a review when you're done. Please? Anonymous reviews ARE ALLOWED so you have no excuse to not leave one! Yeah, that's right, I'm talking to you! Ahem. I am extremely hyper right now, so please excuse me. ((cough))

Chapter 4

I had been walking for about a day now, I figured. I couldn't really tell, because I didn't know whether the sun had moved or not. Now it seemed to laugh at me, its blazing hotness making my dark, sweaty hair retain its heat and stick unpleasantly to my neck.

I didn't know why I was walking. It wasn't like I would get anywhere; see anything new save for a crab with an extra spot on its shell to make it stand out from the rest.

Just as suddenly as I had started, I stopped walking. Instead, I took stock of the things on my person, to see if I would be able to make a shelter from them, even a shabby one. A vest. A belt. A sword. What? A sword? Since when do I have a sword? Anyway. A vest, a belt, a sword, a dagger, two boots, a pair of pants, a shirt. Hmm. Not much. Maybe if I stood the boots up and draped the vest over them? That might work. It would cool off a bet of sand, too.

But what about the crabs? How would I keep them out?

I wouldn't.

But that meant I would need to wear the boots if I didn't want them to tear my feet off completely. If only I had a pair of bloody sticks…

Wait. What if I stuck both feet in one boot and used that to keep the crabs off? That could work. Or I could stick the sword and the sheath in the ground and then put the vest over that. Then I could war both boots. Aha! That's what I would do.

I unbuckled the sword from around my waist and pulled it from its sheath. I turned it upside-down, brought it down into the ground, and dropped it, swearing and shaking my hand vigorously. The ground was hard. Extremely hard.

With the heel of my boot, I put a little dip into the sand and tried again. This time the tip of the sword lodged itself in the ground and halted abruptly. Ah, well. It was a start. I pulled off one of my boots and, balancing precariously on one foot, used it to pound the sword down to the desired height. I did the same with the sheath and then slid the boot gratefully back onto my somewhat singed foot.

I swayed backwards.

Kneeling on the deck of a ship, fear clouding my senses and anger making them sharp and clear. I can hear step-thunk, step-thunk, step-thunk through the buzzing in my ears…the step of the dreaded Davy Jones.

I blinked a few times. I had been getting tiny flashes of dark places for some time now, but this had been different. This time I had been able to feel the soggy, cracked deck on my knees, the horrible had on my shoulder, the water in my eyes that made them sting. I had been able to smell the salt coming off the sea and the fear rising in waves from the other sailors.

Was that how I had died, by the hand of Davy Jones's crew? No…that hadn't been it. I felt sure of that. But I also felt sure that I remembered the words, "There are no survivors" coming in a strange accent that I couldn't quite place.

I shrugged uncomfortably and went about taking the vest off.

Something tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped. Behind me was a small girl dressed in a flowing white robe, underneath which were loose white pants and shirt. She had white-blond hair and extremely light blue eyes that seemed to pierce straight through my own.

"Excuse me, sir," she said politely. "What is your name?"

"That is a very good question, young lady," I said kindly. "Bit I'm not sure. Might I inquire as to your own?"

"Hmm. Call me Janelle," the girl said.

"That's a nice name," I said.

Janelle gave me a strange smile. "Thank you. So is yours."

"I haven't told you mine," I said.

"Yes. But I know what it is."

"What is it?" I asked. Janelle smiled again, but stayed silent. "Why won't you tell me?"

"Because you must find out by yourself. I will be able to help you along the way, but nothing more."

"Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."

"Would you rather me leave you?"

"No, actually."

"All right. Would you mind me calling you Bill? I can't just call you 'hey you' all the time."

"No, I don't think 'hey you' would be quite appropriate. I don't mind at all."

A/N: Yes, I know it was short, but the chapters in this POV will usually be shorter than the chapters in Jack or Elizabeth's POV. It's hard to make these long. Harder than you think…:-) Leave me some love!