I forgot to mention that familiar characters are owned by Disney, unfamiliar are mine and some are God's because they're real people.

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Skeleton pirates kept coming and coming. Elizabeth couldn't fight them off by herself and then there was the monkey, screeching and screeching. It was horrible with bits of fur attached to rotting bones. There was no place to hide on ship and Barbossa, the captain, almost had his mitts on her. She screamed and screamed until her surroundings began to disappear.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth, wake up!" cried Will in a plaintive voice, shaking her.

"Will," she said so relieved and hugged him tightly. Then she felt nauseous. She reached for the chamber pot and retched which worried her husband even worse.

"Was it the pirates again?" She nodded and readjusted her hair.

"They were chasing me again. Them and that little monkey of theirs, Jack.'

"Those pirates better enjoy what's left of their freedom. We'll resupply in Port Francis and then when they come for the treasure, we'll sink them."

"They're still pirates up to their old games. After being cursed and rescued, why go back?"

"There she is! She may not look like much, but inside, there's treasure to be had."

Mr. Gibbs and Anamaria looked at the English ship and shrugged.

"Shall we strike now before the Dauntless arrives?"

"No. I want to get closer."

"No, I want to get closer, he said. Those clouds don't look ripe to me, he said. The rain can't last that much longer, he said. Oh, Bugger that man!" complained Anamaria, who had control of the wheel, but not an inch of dryness anywhere on her and the rain seemed in no mood to let up.

"Is there anything I can do?" asked John.

"Strangle Jack Sparrow?"

"Uh, I can't do that."

"Then go away."

"I could take the wheel."

"Go away!"

The Dauntless docked outside Port Francis and the crew was eager to get off and into a dry tavern or such.

"Governor Grant will want to meet the Turners as well, I'm sure," said Rookwood, over his shoulder when he should have been watching his two left feet. The rain had made everything slippery especially the gangplank and Rookwood stepped right into a bad spot. He started to fall and Norrington reached for him, but Rookwood was slippery as well and Commodore was only just able to catch hold of his right arm. The fabric tore and buttons snapped, letting Norrington see the entire arm clearly. He used all his strength to pull Rookwood up, but when he was secure on the gangplank, Commodore hadn't let go of his right arm.

"How do you explain this?" demanded Norrington, exposing the branded "P."

"The Governor is very forgiving. Grant knows all about the acts of piracy that I've committed in the past, but I have no more dealings with those pirates, loathsome creatures. I serve only Port Francis."

"Where is Port Francis' Commodore?" asked Will.

Norrington let Rookwood go and both men smoothed out their garments.

"He was murdered shortly after they found the treasure," explained Commodore.

 "You felt this wasn't pertinent information to share. Why?" asked Elizabeth, annoyed.

"Because of the leak," guessed Will.

"Well, look at that. Mr. Turner is developing brains to go with his rashness. There is a leak here. Whoever killed Commodore Marley is probably also the one to inform the pirates of the find. We have to find that person before someone else is murdered and that is why I agreed to Governor Swann's request."

"So, let's go eat," said Rookwood, rubbing his hands together.

As it was at Port Royal, the Governor's house was easily identified because it was the largest. The doorman let them in and escorted them to the dining room where Grant and his wife were already seated. Grant motioned for Elizabeth to sit to his left, but she had her husband sit there instead.

"Welcome! My name is Thomas Grant and this is my lovely wife, Luisa."

"Hola," she said, shyly.

The servants laid out the food and everyone started to help themselves.

"I don't recall. What was your name?" the Governor asked William.

"William Turner."

Grant perked up at this and looked at Elizabeth.

"Then you're Elizabeth Turner?"

"Yes, I am," she said without looking at him.

"Then you must have some tales to tell. Perhaps you regale us with The Black…The Black Curse, was it?"

"Pearl," corrected Will.

"But you wouldn't mind staying, would you?"

Norrington looked annoyed and even Will was about to deny his request, but Elizabeth replied, "As long as no one is kept too late."

"How fun, I love to hear about pirates," said Grant, smiling, which infuriated his wife.

"Ite maledicti en ignum eternum!" she shouted and stormed upstairs. Grant listened until he heard the door slam. Then he turned to his guests.

"I believe Luisa has been talking to those she shouldn't have. She had unsavory connections before we met, but I thought that would change."

He played with his wedding band, clearly distraught.

"On that tragic day that we lost Marley, I was indisposed so Luisa went in my place. She has acted suspicious ever since."

The Turners, Norrington and Rookwood exited over an hour later and were brimming with things to tell, but the three from Port Royal waited until close to their quarters before spilling it.

"I dislike the Governor," said Elizabeth, abruptly.

"I felt that he was quite dignified and proper," said Norrington.

"Perhaps that accounts for my distaste. Still, there was an air of familiarity about him that wasn't pleasant."

"He has his wife to worry over."

Their gentle conversation was escalating into a row.

"Could it be possible that he was seeing someone else and she knew?"

"Stop!" said William, "That is enough for one night. There'll be a fresh start in the morning."

Elizabeth slept little with nightmares plaguing the rest. Finally, sunlight flickered in and she gave it up to sit in a wicker chair near the window. Will woke wearily after that.

"Today, I wish you to tell them that I was taken ill and couldn't accompany you."

"That's not too far off," said Will, remarking at her recent behavior, "but what do you plan to be doing?"

"I'd like to take in a sight and perhaps call on an old friend," she said, looking out the window.

"Where's Elizabeth?" asked Norrington, downstairs eating breakfast.

"She's not well today," replied Will, "She's resting."

"As she should, the whole inn was woken up as was the ship the night before. If it's not improper for my asking, do these night terrors strike often?"

"She slept soundly before the last two nights," said Will, firmly and Norrington felt uncomfortable.

"Wilson is taking us to the crew of the H.M.S. Charles today," he said, changing the subject.

Elizabeth watched them leave from the window and then stole away to the docks.

Gibbs looked through the telescope and watched intently. Then he took it away from his face quickly and furrowed his brow. He looked through the telescope again and set it down again. He rubbed his whiskered face and shook his flask. It was nearly full.

 "I must have drank too much seawater."

Rookwood led Will and Norrington to a mid-sized British ship with not so busy sailors about. They were all on deck. They were waiting.

"Well, as Governor Grant said, this will be very short," said Rookwood who seemed apologetic.

"We're not talking," said the largest of the men.

"Perhaps longer," added Rookwood.

Norrington turned to William.

"Follow my lead on this. I've had far more experience in this area than you have. I don't want you to do something without thinking that jeopardizes this entire operation. Is that clear?"

"Yes," said Will with his hands behind his back.

Norrington faced the men and drew himself up to his full height, trying to look as important as possible.

"Retell exactly what happened the day in which Commodore Marley was murdered."

"No," said a man who had at least a dozen scars.

"No?" asked Norrington.

"We don't tell others our business," said the scarred man, "Now I'll be leaving for errands in town."

He left despite Norrington wanting all witnesses to stay on ship. Will took that opportune moment to look over the ship.

"Surely, you don't all feel this way?"

"We haven't told a soul what happened and you're not to be the first."

"You're soldiers of the British army!" cried Norrington, getting annoyed.

"Of the moment, that is true, but it wasn't always," said the large man, walking his fingers up and down the mast.

"Have you no respect for the crown which you serve?"

"The crown is thousands of kilometers away and what he don't know, can't harm him."

A dagger flew into the mast that the man was leaning against.

"What you can't see or don't utter, may hurt you," said Will.

"Him, we like. We'll only speak with the younger one."

Huge thanks to Elralia, my first reviewer ever, since this is only my second story. Feel free to ask and criticize anything. The Loss of Time and Place is story one of two with hints of two encased in this one.