Since I suck at updating, I'm sort of making up for it by making this chapter extra-long. Enjoy the crappiness that is last year's writing. Well, not necessarily crappy, but everything improves with practice, right…?

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Ed woke up late that evening. His side hurt, and he was very sore. He looked around, and saw that he was alone. Everybody else was probably trying to get the ship as far away from that island as possible. He didn't seem to be having much luck lately, he thought.

He tried to sit up, but that caused a wave of pain to course through his body. Not wanting to deal with it, he laid still for a while. Once he could stand it, he tried once again to move. Still no luck. This was bothering him. He didn't want to spend all his time in bed.

After a while, Jack came in. When he saw that Ed was awake, he sat down on the foot of the bed.

"Why did you let go?"

"Hmmm, maybe the fact that I had just been shot has something to do with it."

"You shouldn't let something that small bother you."

"Small?" Ed tried to get up and hit Jack, but it was too much of an effort, and he fell back, groaning.

After a while, he looked at the wound. It had been badly bandaged, and Ed was worried about something green that was near the wound.

"It was the best we could do at the time," Jack said, gesturing towards the bandage. " We needed to stop the bleeding, and also get as far away from that place as possible."

"If it's so dangerous for you, then why did you stop there in the first place?"

"I didn't think that we would have a problem with you."

"It's not my fault. The only true accusation on there was that I "associate" with pirates, and it's not like I wanted to."

"But you still did."

"It's your fault."

"And why is that?"

"Because if you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have had any pirates to associate with."

"And the young lady would have most likely died."

"She would have died earlier, if I hadn't gotten rid of those rocks."

"But you didn't swim to save her."

"Because I couldn't. Besides, I could have transmuted something to get her above water."

"But then people would have found out that you're an alchemist."

"But she still wouldn't have died."

"She was suffocating because of something she was wearing."

"I could have done something about that."

"How? If she was in the middle of the ocean…"

"I would have used alchemy to bring her over to where I was."

"But would you have known why she wasn't breathing?"

"If I saw the thingy."

"It's called a corset."

"I know what it's called, my friend wore one for like five minutes and then gave up because it was too hard to breathe."

"You must have been a very good friend to see her doing that."

"She did it over her clothes, and women where I'm from don't have to wear like 5 layers of clothing every day."

"So women where you're from are skimpily dressed?"

"Some of them are, but nobody cares."

"And why is that?"

"Because we're not as uptight as the people here. And what the hell is this green stain right here? I'm pretty sure it's moving."

"Why don't you clean it up with your alchemy?"

"Good idea." Ed brought his hands together, and then placed them on the bandage. It became white immediately, and covered the wound better, and the nasty stuff from it fell in a little pile by his side. Ed brushed it onto the floor and closed his eyes.

"You should leave your hair black for a while. That way in case we run into trouble, you can pass off as a hostage, and avoid more trouble."

"Wouldn't that get you into more trouble?"

"It wouldn't change my sentence."

"I could say I was a castaway and you saved my life."

"It wouldn't help much."

"I could do the lost child thing, and start crying."

"It wouldn't help much."

"Well, what are the odds of your ship being caught?"

"Not very good, since this is the fastest ship in the Caribbean."

Ed stared at the ceiling. "I'll leave it for now, I guess."

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After a couple of days, Ed could move without too much difficulty. He still spent most of his time sleeping, but he wasn't dependent on other people for food and such. Soon they arrived at the place Jack had wanted to get to. Ed stayed in his room, understanding that he wouldn't be any help this time around.

A day or so passed by, and Ed was starting to get impatient. He got up and looked in the direction where Jack had left. After a while, he saw something way in the distance. He mentioned this to Mr. Gibbs, who brought a telescope-dealey (I don't know what it's called) and looked at the far-away object. He seemed startled by what he saw, and gave it to Ed. Ed was startled by what he saw too. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, and looked again.

There was Jack, rowing along in a coffin, using a leg for an oar.

Ed didn't know whether to laugh or throw up. He stared blankly through the telescope, and once Jack was close enough, he stared at him without it. Then he decided he was going to be sick, and went over to the other side.

Jack climbed on board after a while, and once Ed's stomach had settled down a bit, he went over to talk with him.

"Did you find it?"

"Not exactly."

"Then what did you find?"

"This," Jack said, unfurling a piece of cloth.

"A picture of a key?"

"Yes."

"And how does that help?"

"Well, now we know what the key looks like."

"You didn't know what it looks like before?"

"No."

"So how did you know to look for a drawing of it?"

"I have my ways."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means I'm not going to tell you, little boy."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT – ugh…" Ed's side suddenly hurt, and he waited for the pain to go away.

"Why don't you go back to bed?"

"Why don't you stop talking to me like you're my dad?" Ed replied, but he still went below deck.

Down there, he heard a noise. It was coming from way down, so Ed decided to check it out, since he was still worried about being caught. He crept down the stairs, and looked around. This must be the reason he's so weird, Ed thought, looking at the barrels of rum.

He ventured further into the room, and saw a dark shadow at the far end of the room. It was human-shaped. "Hello?" he whispered, hoping there wouldn't be a reply.

There was.

"Who are you?" A man's voice replied. There was something vaguely familiar about the voice, and Ed, forgetting that he should be cautious, came closer.

"My name is Edward. Who are you?"

"Edward? What are you doing down here, Edward?"

"I heard something, so…"

"Ah, yes, that would have been me. Tell me, is the captain of this ship busy?"

"You mean Jack? I don't really know…"

"I'll just wait to see him then. So tell me, what is a young boy like you doing on this ship?"

"It's a long story, really, I was separated from my brother in a storm, and Jack found me. Of course we'd met before, but that's why I'm here now."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen. Why?"

"You seem younger."

Ed managed to control his rage at being mistaken for a kid, and replied, "Yeah, I get that a lot. Everybody says that it's because I don't drink milk, but… Hey, wait, what are you doing here in the first place?"

"I have a message for Captain Sparrow."

"A message? Who from?"

"I shouldn't tell you. It would be hard for you to accept."

"I've been through a lot in my life. I'm used to difficulties."

"Davy Jones."

"What? You mean that guy that Jack got this ship from?"

"The very same. How do you know that?"

"He told me. You seem really familiar for some reason."

"Really? Maybe you know my son…"

"What's his name?"

"William Turner."

Ed was quiet. "You're his… dad…? The one who was a member of the crew of this ship?"

"Yes. So you do know him?"

"Yeah, he's a friend of mine… Although I doubt I'll see him again…"

"And why is that?"

"I want to get home. I don't know if you'll believe me, but I'm not from this world."

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, my brother and I, along with three other people I know, were in this storm and all of a sudden ended up in a strange world, this one… Here's my proof." Ed pulled up his sleeve, revealing his arm.

"Your arm is metal?"

"Yeah, I lost my arm a few years ago, and this is a replacement. It works just like a real arm, but I don't have any feeling in it, and it was a very long and painful process to get it… ummm… installed, I guess you could say."

"I see. How did you meet my son?"

"Well, when we first came here, my brother and I ended up on the island where he lived, and well… we just sorta… met, I guess."

"How is he doing?"

"Pretty well, last time I saw him. He was going to get married."

"Really? Do you know who the woman is?"

"Yeah, and she's really nice. She's also the daughter of a governor or something like that."

"Really? I've really missed out."

"Oh well, you're better than my father."

"How do you mean?"

"He left us when I was really little, without telling us where he was going, and he didn't even write, and my mother ended up having to run our household by herself, and it was too much for her. She was always waiting for him, and he didn't even come home for her funeral. And if he had been around, I probably wouldn't have lost my arm and leg."

"Your leg?"

"Yeah, it's automail too."

"How sad."

"It is. But I'm glad you did better. Will actually wanted to find you. I don't know if my dad is dead or alive, and I don't really care."

"How did you get separated from your brother?"

"Well, they all managed to return to our world, but I didn't. I was swept overboard at the last minute."

"How terrible. I hope you can get back someday."

"Thanks. So how are you gonna talk to him? I mean, if I tell him there's somebody down here, he'll either think I'm delirious or that you're some freak who wants to kill us all or something like that."

"I may go up to find him later this evening."

"Or I could steal all his rum and make him want to come down here for more."

"That's a good idea."

"Plus he'd probably forget all about his precious rum for a while and maybe that'll get him to act normal."

"I'm not sure it's the rum that makes him act like that."

"Either way, it'll be good to see him having to live without it."

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Ed snuck into Jack's cabin (I giggle at this, because of something where I live) while Jack was steering the ship. He found all the bottles of rum, and hid them very easily. Afterwards, he went back down to where Will's dad was.

"He'll be down soon."

"Great. Thank you."

"No problem. I don't have much to do, since Jack doesn't want me to work the ship, and there's nothing that needs to be fixed right now."

"Fixed?"

"Yeah, I'm an alchemist, so fixing frayed ropes and holes and stuff like that is easy for me."

"An alchemist? But I thought alchemy was magic that had been forbidden by the church?"

"In this world, yes, but in my world, it's more accepted as a science, and it's a major part of the military. In fact, I work for the military as an alchemist."

"Why, may I ask?"

"There's something I have to do, and joining the military gives me access to all kinds of information. I don't like it, but I need to do it."

"What do you have to do that's so important?"

"My brother lost much more than I did when I lost my limbs. I want to restore his body, because the body he has right now… well, it's hard."

"I see."

"All right, I'm gonna go to bed now, see ya around."

"Maybe, but I doubt it. I'm leaving as soon as I give Jack the message."

"Why?"

"Because I'm bound to serve Davy Jones."

"Oh. Well, then, goodbye."

"Goodbye, it was nice meeting you."

"Yeah," Ed waved, and went back to his cabin. He almost just fell onto the bed, but then he realized that wasn't the best idea. He fell asleep very quickly, and didn't even wake up to the shouts of the crew later that night.

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When he woke up, it was to Jack shaking him. He looked around, and it took him a moment to realize that the ship wasn't moving.

"What's up?"

"Come on, we're going ashore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we're getting off the ship and going onto land."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Fine." Ed got up, wincing slightly at the pain in his side, and followed the neurotic Captain off the ship. They were on a seemingly uninhabited island. Ed walked down the shore with the rest of the crew, and began to feel uneasy, as if somebody were watching them.

He mentioned this feeling to Jack, who nodded. "There's probably some people living on this island."

"We should go back to the ship."

"Are you crazy? We can't go back in the open water."

"No, but we can at least defend ourselves more easily."

"Good point."

Jack directed the crew to head back to the ship. They only made it halfway, because there were a lot of natives in the way. Ed, who wasn't wearing his coat, noticed them staring at him the most.

"Ummmm, what should we do now?"

"How should I know?"

"You're the captain, aren't you?"

"Yes, but this is different from sailing a ship."

One of the people spoke, in a weird language that Ed didn't recognize. Jack seemed to be able to figure it out, though, and responded. The two spoke for a while, leaving Ed very confused, and finally Jack told Ed what was going on.

"They think you're a god."

"Why's that?"

"Probably because of your arm. They're offering you hospitality."

"What about everybody else?"

Jack spoke once again to the other man. "He says…"

"What?"

"Well, the basic point of what he's saying is that they're not worthy to live, or something like that."

"Tell him I refuse to believe that he knows more about these people than I do, and that I find it insulting that he even considered killing them without my consent."

"You shouldn't be too demanding. They may think you're taking advantage of them."

"Well, tell them that if anybody in this group is killed by their hands, I will become very angry and use dark magic on them. If they don't believe you, I'll do a little demonstration."

Jack looked at Ed for a moment, and spoke with the man once more. The man seemed to be somewhat frightened by this statement, and took a moment to respond.

"He wants proof."

"All right, I'll give them some proof." Ed clapped his hands together and placed them on the sand. A piece of glass began to rise out of the ground between them and the natives, and it had a big effect on them. After the glass was a decent size, Ed stopped, and stood up, looking at the man. After a moment, the man spoke.

"He understands and respects your wishes. He will allow us all to live, but he wants to speak with you alone."

"With you as translator?"

"Yes."

Ed nodded, and the two of them followed the old man into the forest, after Jack gave the crew instructions to stay with the ship. Soon they were deep in the woods.

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Ed wasn't quite sure how everything had happened. He had been talking with the old man, mostly about his incredible magic, when Ed began to feel woozy. He was the only one, it seemed, because Jack seemed to be fine. He had passed out, and then woken up in a little hut, missing his arm and leg.

Jack entered the hut after a bit. Ed could tell that it had taken him some effort to convince the guards outside the hut to let him in.

"What the hell is going on?"

"They decided to remove your otherworldly limbs, apparently having decided that you have no need for such things."

"Can't you tell them to give them back?"

"I tried, but they didn't believe me when I said you needed them."

"Damn it. Here, I want to talk to that old guy. He seemed like the one in charge around here."

"All right," Jack said, and spoke to the guards outside. After a few minutes, the man came into the hut.

Ed started to talk, trying to convince the man to give him back his limbs. When his first argument failed, he thought of his brother, and tried another route.

"I may not need these limbs, but my brother needs me. There's something I need to do for him, and in order to do that, I have to use those limbs. My brother's happiness comes before my own, and you are making it hard for me to please my brother, which displeases me."

He seemed to have gotten the basic point across, because after a while, somebody entered the tent with Ed's automail. It had been taken care of nicely, because it was cleaner when it was returned than when it had been taken off.

Before reattaching his limbs, Ed asked what was expected of him. When he found out, he became very worried. He solved the problem by saying he needed to do something for his brother first, but the man seemed intent on not letting him leave.

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Ed decided that he really needed the use of his arm. He asked that the man leave, and had Jack put his arm back in.

"What about your leg?"

"I'll put it on later. Right now I think it'll be too much if I do both at once."

Once his arm was in, and he had recovered sufficiently from the pain, he allowed the man to come in again.

He made it perfectly clear that he did not like being held here against his will. He also stated that he would never be able to help his brother if he were stuck here. The old man nodded, and indicated for them to follow him.

Ed wasn't ready to reattach his leg yet, so Jack ended up having to carry him. The old man explained that the rest of the tribe would be angry if they left, so they would have to wait in this spot while he distracted everybody else.

Ed agreed, and it was decided that he should put his leg back on while they waited. Ed stalled, not really wanting to deal with the pain again, but after a while, Jack forcefully attached it, causing Ed to cry out in pain. That caused the natives to come running. When they saw Ed in such pain, they assumed that it was Jack's fault and circled around him.

After a moment, Ed brought his hands together and transmuted a wall all around Jack. He stood up, still in great pain and trembling, and walked over to the wall he had just transmuted. He glared at the people of the tribe, and got rid of the wall. He grabbed hold of Jack's arm, and started walking, leaving the people stunned behind him. After there was some distance between him and them, Ed transmuted a wall behind him and started running.

He didn't make it very far. The wound in his side unleashed another wave of pain that overcame him. He collapsed on the ground. Jack, not wanting his only source of protection to die, picked Ed up and had him ride piggyback as he raced through the trees.

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Will had just gotten to the island when he heard his name being called from the ship. He looked up, and there was Mr. Gibbs, gesturing him to come up. He scaled the side of the ship quickly.

"Where's Jack?"

"He went inland with that boy and some natives. I don't know when he'll be back."

"What boy?"

Before Mr. Gibbs could answer, they heard a commotion in the forest. Will looked over to see Jack sprinting for the ship, carrying a boy with black hair. They both looked very panic-stricken.

Once they were close enough to the ship, Jack let go of the boy, and they tried to get everybody else to help get the ship out. Halfway through, a little boat arrived, with a dog and two men that Will recognized. They were from the old crew.

Right as the ship was ready to go, and everybody except for the boy were on the ship, a group of people came out of the forest, running very fast. Will was working on the deck and didn't see the boy, but all of a sudden the ship was in the water, moving. The boy climbed up after that, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Glad that's over," he said, and walked over to Jack. Will looked at him. There was something very familiar about him, but he couldn't quite place it. The boy spoke to Jack for a moment, and then went below deck. Jack noticed Will at that time, and walked over to him.

"It's nice to see you again. What have you been up to?"

"I was arrested for helping you."

"But now you're here. And how did that happen?"

"Elizabeth was arrested too." Will explained the situation to Jack, and also gave him a message from one of the women in Tortuga, a slap on the face. Jack nodded, and went back to steer the ship, ignoring Will completely. Will, not very happy with Jack, followed him.

"Are you ignoring me?"

"No, in fact, I'd like you go check on that boy, he seemed a little out of it."

"Who is he?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just go, I'm worried about him."

Will, realizing that arguing any more would be pointless at the moment, went down to where the boy was. He found him staring at the dog, which had managed to sneak aboard. "I know what you're thinking."

"Woof!"

"Yeah, all you dogs are the same. I can see right through you."

"Woof?"

"But I'm not going to let it happen this time. You're going down!" The boy made a move towards the dog. Within a moment, they were both on the floor, the dog sitting on the boy, who finally noticed he had an audience.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, glaring at Will.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm perfectly fine. I'm just spending some quality time with my friend here." Will walked over, and the dog got off of the boy, who stood up. "Stupid dog," he muttered, dusting himself off. He finally looked up at Will, and seemed startled to see him.

"What are you doing here?" the boy asked, staring at him.

"I should be asking the same of you. Why is somebody like you on a pirate ship?"

"I – oh, right, the hair…" The boy clapped his hands together and placed them on his head. Will watched in amazement as the color changed to blonde, and he finally realized who the boy was.

"Weren't you supposed to be going home?"

"Something came up."

"But why are you here?"

"Because if I went ashore, I'd be arrested."

"You too?"

"And my brother, but that's not a problem since my brother made it back fine."

"But not you?"

"No, I'm the only one that didn't make it back."

"How did that happen?"

"I was careless. But what do you mean, you too?"

"Elizabeth and I were arrested for helping Jack. There's also a warrant out for Norrington."

"What, that stuck-up Commodore with the stupid wig?"

"Everybody in the higher ranks of the navy wears those wigs, and he also resigned."

"Why?"

"I believe it was because his reputation had been soiled…"

"No, why have you been arrested, and what are you doing here?"

"I have to get something from Jack, in order to free Elizabeth and myself."

"Oh, I get it. So they're just letting you run free?"

"Yes, but they still have Elizabeth."

"What'll happen if you don't get whatever it is you need to get?"

"She'll be executed."

"What? Why the hell would somebody go that far just to get something? That's so…" Ed trailed off, clutching his side.

"What's wrong?"

"I was freaking shot a couple weeks ago, and it doesn't want to heal very fast."

"It might be infected."

"I know, and that's why I clean off the bandage every chance I get."

"With alchemy?"

"Yeah."

"That might not be enough."

"I realize that. Look, I'm tired and sore. I'm going to bed."

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Yes, I realize that half the stuff in here is complete and utter Scheiße, but that's okay. It's a fanfic based on a movie trilogy that's based off a Disney theme park ride. XD

And I apologize for the dialogue being hard to follow, but as I said, this is the first story I ever wrote, I just suck at updating, and I lack the energy to edit any of it. -sigh-

And… that's pretty much it. I would also like to note that I have a poster of Jack Sparrow right above my pillow. It's glorious.

Once again, I SUCK AT UPDATING.