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Jack was just finishing his sixth glass of eggnog when there was frantic knocking on his door. He opened it to find Will out of breath, leaning against the door post clutching a sword. "What're you doing here?"

Will looked up and cocked an eyebrow at Jack wearing a Santa hat on his head and a glass of nog in his hand. "I don't know Jack. Why am I here? I think I belong somewhere else such as 1730."

Jack gave a happy grin and moved over for him to come inside. "So you do remember."

"Well, now I do yes. What's going on? Did you do something?"

"Why is it that if there's some sort of occurrence it's always my fault."

Will sat on Jack's couch and began to rub his face while Jack rummaged about in his kitchen. He brought Will a bottle of beer and sat down in the chair nearby.

"If you want to ask me that question again then I'm afraid I cannot do that for I don't even know myself what's going on," he said.

"What's the last thing you remember from before you got here?" Will asked.

"First off, I didn't end up here. I ended up somewhere in France with some actor, his lass and some children...

Two Years Earlier

"Nessa, I'm home."

Jack was waiting in the hallway as this "Johnny" went in search. The house was huge. It had many trinkets and so forth that Jack just wanted to take and sell and do all that piratey stuff.

"I've got a guest alright," Johnny said hand in hand with some girl.

The woman raised an eyebrow and looked to her husband and the man. She whispered some French to him and they talked back and forth for a few minutes. "Welcome to our 'ome Monsieur Sparrow," she said extending her hand.

"You ended up there? With those two?" Will said raising an eyebrow.

"Funny how things end up like that ay."

"Well, go on. What happened?"

"Nothing really. I stayed with them for a few months and then I left to come here."

"Hey, how exactly did you know how to find me anyway?"

"You mean you've never heard of Google."

Will rolled his eyes and sat further back in his seat before taking another sip of the beer.

"So what happened to you? How did you end up in the Big Apple?" Jack asked.

"Woke up in a hospital bed. I don't really know who found me but eventually I got kicked out of there. They tried to find out anything they could about my past but since I arrived in my blacksmithing clothes there wasn't a chance of finding any ID. However the hospital did get me some money and the local police department found me a decent place to live. I then got a job and well time passes I suppose. And here we sit pirates from the 1700s in the year 2006."

"I never thought I'd live to see next year let alone two in a completely different century. So, did Elizabeth seem to remember anything when you did and where did you get that sword exactly?"

"I don't think Elizabeth remembers yet. I wasn't even there actually when I did. I was actually in the park saving a woman from being mugged."

"See, that's just so you William. Always saving a lass instead of your own skin."

Will sighed once more and shook his head. "How can we get back though when we don't even know how we got here to begin with?"

"You want to go back?"

"We don't belong in this time Jack. We're meant to live then, unfortunately."


While all of that was going on, Elizabeth was enjoying her candy from Will while watching an old Marx Brothers movie on TV called Duck Soup. In her most recent dreams, Will's head actually replaced that of the mysterious stranger. There was something vaguely familiar about him, like she'd met him once before. The girl sighed and decided it was just about time for bed, when she felt like looking at the locket once more.

She opened it and their names were delicately written on the inside. Elizabeth suddenly felt a headache coming on that was really starting to annoy her and quickly. She put it carefully around her neck and looked in the mirror before deciding to turn in for the night.

Elizabeth was just climbing into her bed when there was a knock on the door. Since it was still Christmas and not very late at all she went to see who it was. "Who is it?" she called through the closed door. Elizabeth waited for a few seconds before asking again. "Who's there?" After not getting an answer again she looked into the peephole. No one was there. She opened the door anyway and there, at the entrence, was an envelope with her name on it. She picked it up and shut the door behind her. Her headache just seemed to get worse and worse as she began to open the darn thing. She read every word and before she knew it images began to pop up in her head. Images of boats, swords, fancy party dresses and a certain blacksmith who'd stolen her heart more than once. "Will."


There are only a few chapters left of this story. I'm hoping to finish it by the end of the semester. Hope you liked it. Review please.