Sidenote: Some first names of the characters are still a bit on the un revealed side, so I just had to make one or two up, savvy? K, moving on to:

Chapter Four

The rest of the day and well into night the three spent time reminiscing and talking about the future. Will spoke about the ship he had bought for Elizabeth. About his decision to give up being a Blacksmith. And many other things excluding the thing he wanted to know most about. Jack gradually told them on the Black Pearl's progress over another bottle of rum, and also about the crew with it. (Which had reminded him "Don't mind if the crew come along to the festivities - sorry, wedding, tomorrow do ye?" to which both nodded in agreement, as long as they kept things civil).

"And what of the treasure?" Will asked off topic "Surely that compass of yours did not fall to idle use?"

"You're wondering if I went back and got another crew cursed? Sorry to disappoint, but the only reason we went back to the Isla de Muerta is after we made a passing visit here those months ago, when you 'appened to tell us the grand news figured we'd need the loot to get you both a wedding gift." He paused in the time that Will and Elizabeth just stared at him. "And I suppose it's hidden under your hat?" Elizabeth said

"Thing is, love, I went and lost it on a bet"

"Why am I not surprised?" she smirked.

"Pulling yer leg. It's stowed away on the ship, I'll get it in the morning. You provide the bath and bed, don't worry mate" he winked at Will "separate beds, and I'll provide the goods. Fair bargain."

"The fair bargain" Elizabeth began "is you get to have food and drink without having to steal it tomorrow"

Jack grinned and casually drank more rum.

Finally giving into the stars and the moon and the darkness that swamped every orifice Elizabeth stood to her feet, "I think it's time we called it a night"

"Couldn't we just call it day and carry on talking till the next night love?" Jack asked, as he wanted to spend more time talking with Will. "Up. Stand up!" She said shooing him with her hand till he got to his feet. "As for you" she said stepping in-front of Will and he took her hands in his "I shall see you tomorrow" They smiled and went to kiss each other, however they both realized Jack was standing right by them, "don't mind me. Nothing I 'aven't seen before" he said. "And nothing you are going to see" Elizabeth said and pushed him on the shoulder as she turned and began to walk to the door. Jack looked back at Will before he followed Elizabeth "Good luck tomorrow." Will smiled "I won't need it" he turned his head to look up at Elizabeth as she opened the door into the dark streets and looked back at him. Jack slapped his hat back on his head and staggered towards the door "We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot" he sang as he walked outside. Elizabeth took one last look at Will and followed after Jack, Will heard as she semi-yelled "I don't live in the bakery, Jack. This way!" Will smirked and placed his hands into his pockets as he looked around the room. Everything set in its place. Everything as he would remember it.

Meanwhile unaware to anybody on the island in the harbor itself, the newly docked and newly named ship, The Swann, floated mindlessly on the moonlit water. Nobody was on board, or so it seemed. The decks were clean enough for a person to look at and see their reflection stare back. The sails were down; ropes neatly hung everywhere and windows clear. Inside the cabins the bed mattresses were neat and the tables scrubbed. However below in the hold, a coughing was heard coming from behind a few boxes and barrels. Though if anybody had been on board they wouldn't have heard it, which was probably lucky for the man that was making the noises. From behind the boxes the face of a middle-aged man peeked out from the side. Through the darkness his likewise dark eyes couldn't be seen searching around the hold for any sign of life. Tightening his fist he put it over his mouth as he again coughed. Seeing as all was safe for him to emerge he crawled out from his hiding spot. He was a skinny man; a telltale sign that he had had little to eat in a while was his clothes hanging loosely around him. His trousers torn at the bottom of the legs, his shirt ripped and black in places and nothing upon his feet. He walked out and up the steps till he was out on deck. He took a moment to stare at the moon as he quietly crept off of the stairs. Though sneaking around an empty boat was pointless in that nobody would see or hear him. A deep sigh escaped his lips and he clenched his teeth, "unlucky devils" he spoke in a strained voice. He moved over to the side of the ship where he could see the island of Port Royal glowing from the lit up houses and street lamps. What also was easily noticeable now was the man's hair. It was very un kept. It was dark like his eyes and fell to his shoulders straggled. Obvious enough was it had been washed in salt water many a time and left to dry in the sun. A small moustache covered his top lip, a beard covered his chin and his face was not only black with the night, but also, black by dirt, bruises and dry blood. His hands gripped the wooden sides of the ship as he leaned forward to see how far the drop went, "You've fell worse" he muttered to himself and dragged himself to stand on the edge. He had a better view of the bay from there, and could make out his path to swim up to the shore, so as not to swim directly into any other ships or boats out there. "Best not to dive" he thought and slowly crawled over the edge and felt for the rungs on the ladder to climb down. His feet slipped one by one on to each bit of the rope ladder until finally he was near enough to lower him-self into the water. The cold water shocked his system momentarily, but he ducked his head under so his body would quickly adapt and then made for the shore.

Each stroke he took carefully when he neared the sand, so no ripple of the water would cause a noise. He paused though when he got under a pier and listened intently, trying to hear for any guards on duty as they patrolled and their boots would hit the ground as they walked. Or any chatter exchanged between bored men. Hearing nothing he swept one arm in front of the other till his feet felt the bottom of the shallow water and he could drift the rest of the way easily. Crouching slightly he walked a small distance over to a wooden pole protruding from the ground, he laid his hands on it and searched the landscape with his eyes once again. All was quiet. Nobody was about. "Good" he thought, "The less fuss the better."

Taking a second to get to know the surroundings he could see from his place, he crouched again as he walked over to a signpost. But just as he was about to walk left two people walked out from one of the alleys heading his way. He quickly darted into an unlit area next to some steps to wait till they had passed him by. But what he saw next shocked him into almost giving away that he was there.

"Did you hear somethin'?" the man he instantly recognized as Jack Sparrow asked his woman-friend. "It's probably just the rum talking again Jack" she replied, "one of me favorite past times. Friendly banter between the rum and me." The woman looped her arm through Jack's and started to drag him along. And the man they didn't know was there and watching them stepped forward and watched them go "Now that's interesting" was all he said before he turned and rushed down the ally, unbeknownst to him the exact way Jack and his friend had just came from. As he got to the steps right by the Blacksmith building he slowed his walk and looked around. Two guards walked by the opposite end but luckily didn't notice the prowler, as he didn't see them till the last minute and they disappeared down the next street. Silently he crept to the first door he came to, the entrance to the Blacksmiths, just as the lights had been extinguished from inside. Taking a breath he knocked. He rubbed his knuckles as he took his fist back, his skin feeling rather sensitive at that moment. He heard some shuffling and mumbling coming from inside, a light flickered on again from within and then the sound of the wooden bar being raised from the latch was heard, "I thought you had returned hours ago, Joseph" a voice said before the door was fully open. But when it was open the two men who stood either side of the doorframe just stared at one another. "William Turner?" the older of the two said in an almost raspy voice finally. Will didn't know what to say and just nodded, the confusion showing on his face at the strange visitor that seemed almost familiar to him. "Yes, sir. If you were wanting something repaired I shan't be able to do it till tomor.." he stopped himself from speaking. How would he be able to repair anything tomorrow of all days? "No. No" the older man grunted "I haven't a bit of iron on me for you to be smithin'." Another pause, "You don't recognize me do ye? 'Course I don't blame ye, afterall, almost 18 years or so since ye last saw me. I see you haven't got the medallion I sent to you"

"How do you –" then it clicked in Will's mind and he couldn't stop himself when he said "Bootstrap" outloud.

"Aye, Bootstrap," the man lifted one of his feet slightly "Though haven't a boot for any straps to be afastenin'"

"But, how…, You died!"

"I did? Ah, well, I apologize for that. Managed to find myself a new body and go about life still, you win some you lose some." He said sarcastically "Look, I've got an empty belly and my lips 'aven't touched even a drip of water that isn't flavored like salt in months."

"And you assume I'll just let you enter here?" Will said heatedly placing his hand on the doorframe to stop the man entering.

"Well I could settle for bein' fed and watered outside if that will please ye?"

"You have no idea what would please me" Will spat

"'Ave I missed somethin' here?! Thought you'd be pleased to see your old man again."

"My old man yes. A pirate…?" It seemed Will's old ghosts about pirates were re-emerging once again.

"Ah. So you found out about that then."

"How could I not"

"Look mate. If you let me inside I'll tell you anything you want, need, or just don't give a fools care about to know, savvy?"

Will noticed the resemblance now of both him, and Jack in this man. It was clear that Jack and he had known each other quite well before, and reluctantly he let his arm fall to his side and he stood sideways to let the man enter,

"Cheers" Bootstrap said and walked inside.