A/N: Well. Got over that unlucky-thirteen streak. Not that it was unlucky at all, except for me in the story and the rest of the crew of the Interceptor and the Interceptor herself.

This one's only called Welcome Back, Jack, because the island's welcoming him back. That's all.

Elizabeth was standing on the end of the plank, the pirates egging her on. I was next in line. Will struggled to the front of the pack to where Barbossa was standing.

"Barbossa, you lying bastard! You swore they'd go free!" Will yelled.

"Don't dare impugn my honor, boy! I agreed they'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where!" Barbossa laughed. "Though it does seem a shame to loose something so fine, don't it lads?" His crew called their aye's. "So I'll be havin' that dress back before you go." Elizabeth pulled it off and threw it at him.

"Goes with your black heart," she said.

"Ooh, it's still warm," he said. Elizabeth took her time, then Scary Guy decided,

"Too long!" and stepped on the plank to make her fall off. She fell with a splash.

"The girls next," Barbossa said. I went first. I took a gulp of fresh air, then ran and jumped off the plank. For a moment, it appeared to be a diving board at the pool, but then it went back to normal. I fell with an uncormfortable splash, and then just swam towards the island. It was farther away than it looked, and I was beat by the time I'd made it to shore. I just lay in the sand, waiting for Jamie, Ana, and Jack to appear. Elizabeth had walked off before I'd gotten there.

As soon as Ana made it to the island, she set off into the middle of the island to find shelter. I followed her, having nothing better to do, even though I knew a shelter would be comepletely pointless, and Jamie, thinking we'd be here for a while, followed her.

First, Ana walked around, looking for a good place for our shelter to be. Whenever either of them asked my input, I gave none. I was tired from not sleeping right, sweaty from walking all over this bloody island, sticky with salt water from our little swim, and bored with our attempt to make a shelter. All I really wanted to do was take a nice relaxing bath, and then get a good night's sleep for a change, and then I'd be happy to battle the rest of the movie. There wasn't much left, but I was afraid that the fact that I had gotten Jamie to come along with us had killed any hope at keeping the plot right. But then I decided that since we all (even though there were too many of us) here, the plot was right, and if I zoomed out enough and looked at the basic plot, it was still the following: Lizzie gets catured, Will sprung Jack from jail and they commandeered a ship to go save her, they picked up a crew in Tortuga while Barbossa was headed to the Isle de Muerta, both ships get there at basically the same time, Lizzie's blood doesn't work, Lizzie's rescued by Will, Jack's captured, the Interceptor's sunk, Will tries to be brave but gets Will and Jack stuck on an island, and there we were. Hopefully, tomorrow Lizzie would light the place on fire, Norrington would come 'save' us, then Jack and Lizzie'd convince him to go after the Pearl, he'd go after it, Lizzie'd sneak off the Dauntless, Jack's crew would be freed by her, then she'd go off to save Will, Barbossa and Jack would both be undead and fighting, but then at the right moment Will'd break the curse, and Barbossa would die, but Jack would be sentenced to death, but then finally, he'd be saved by Will, and everyone would live happily ever after except Norrington because he sailed through a hurricane searching for Jack, Will and Lizzie aren't married but arrested, and Jack won't know what he wants. I nodded.

"What are you thinking about?" Jamie asked.

"Are you sure you want to know?" I said.

"Since you clearly aren't paying attention to what we're saying, yes."

"How could you tell I wasn't paying attention?"

"Well first of all, the answer to 'What should we make our shelter out of' is not 'yes.'"

"Oh," I said. "Nothing, then."

"You were thinking about nothing?"

"No, stupid, we should make our shelter out of nothing."

"That makes less sense!" Jamie said. Clearly, she was exasperated with me.

"No it doesn't! Listen, I'll tell you what I was thinking about." And I went into the whole long-winded desription that I just gave you, which I won't give you again so you don't get bored. Both Jamie and Ana stared at me like I was insane, which I must admit it must have seemed like I'd been.

"So..." Jamie started. "We're not going to need a shelter?"

"No!" I said brightly. "Unless I've messed up the plot too much, which I don't think I have, in which case I have absolutely no idea." The two of them just stared dumbfoundedly at me. "But hopefully, it's not too messed up, and by tomorrow morning, Lizzie will have set half the island on fire in an effort to get us saved."

"So, we're hoping for Elizabeth to set half the island on fire."

"Of course, weren't you listening?" Ana shook her head.

"I don't think that could possibly-"

"Trust me. Please, trust me, alright?" Neither of them said a word. "Fine then, don't trust me, but please excuse me. I'm off to find the closest bathtub." And with that, I stormed off, crashing through the growth. When I was in the middle of it all, and couldn't see the shore any more, I simply sat down. After a few moments, a glimmering figure appeared next to me, sitting on the grass as I was. Even though I knew Selene was sitting right there, and there had to be a reason she was here, I said nothing and made no inclination that I saw her there.

"Selene?" I said after a while.

"Yes?"

"What happens if I die?"

"You're dead." I rolled my eyes.

"No, I mean like, if I die here, am I still dead?"

"Well, that's what I was here to talk about. I was wondering if you wanted to stay, through the second movie."

"But the first one isn't even over yet!"

"I know, but you haven't messed up the plot, so it's not nessecary that you keep through until end of the third movie."

"Oh," I said. "If I went back to my normal time, and then I came back, like, say, after the first one or during the second one or whatever, would all the canon character remember me?"

"What do you think?" And before I could get a straight answer out of her, she began to shimmer and disappear.

"Wait! Selene!" I called, but she just waved. "Great. Bloody brilliant." I looked up, and noticed that it was late afternoon and the sun was begining to set. I turned and ran in one direction until I found the beach, and then I looked around until I found the bonfire that Jack and Lizzie had managed to start in it begining stages. I ran over to them. "Jack!" I said.

"What?"

"Can I have your compass?"

"Uh... sure?" Is he supposed to be talking like that? It seems rather American, I thought. Am I just a horrible writer and am causing Jack to be very OOC?

"Are you being OOC?" I asked him.

"What?" he asked. He looked too much like he was trying not to know what I was talking about. I didn't try to tell him that's what he was being, because this whole chapter was getting rather annoying.

"So can I have your compass?" I asked again. "I'd like to take a bath." Jack tossed it over.

"Just don't loose it," he said.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I said. And then I said, to the compass, "I want to find a place where I can take a bath on this stinking island, thank you very much." And I repeated it in my head, over and over and over again until it stopped spinning, and followed it. Soon enough, I came to a nice pool. In fact, I fell into the pool. I came up, out of it, spluttering, but the compass still worked A-ok, so I just yanked by dirty, wet clothes off, threw them on the side of the pool, and left my glasses and Jack's compass next to them.

The pool was nice and warm, so I swam around in it a lot, then just sat still and let my body soak and let the dirt wash clean of my hair. When I was finally done, I pulled my clothes in and let them soak. Once everything was clean, I pulled myself and my clothes out of the nice warm pool and scrambled into my clothes. Then I told the compass, "I want to find Ana and Jamie, if you please." It swung around to a totally different direction from the one it was facing, and I set off to follow it.

A/N:Ok. I got too bored with all the rewriting of the movie that I decided I needed some original story-ing time, and I manage to kill the relative sane-ness of the story. So, there's going to be another plot, through my rendition of movie one, the year in between, movie two, and movie three. Maybe you can tell what that plot is, or is going to be, but it's rather subtle, and shall explain for my inability to recreate non-canon scene well.