Well, I have finally gotten on my fat ass and written Ch 6 of As The Wind Goes By. Most people have probably forgotten this fic. *sigh* oh well. Here be chapter 6, The Beginning of the End.

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Jack propped himself up against the counter as the old man searched for a picture of the man who currently owned the necklace. The crew had left, probably to go back to the ship, and Jack was left alone with Will and the old shopkeeper.

"Ah, well, here is a drawing of the woman I love, maybe you know her........." he said, pulling it down from a dusty shelf. Jack examined the picture.

"Wait a minute, this is a picture of that crazy guy who runs the tavern down the street!" Jack exclaimed. The old man snatched it back.

"Oh, so it is......... heh heh, whoops. Ah, here you go, this is the man I sold the necklace to."

Jack looked over the dingy charcoal portrait. The person in it had dark hair, but pale eyes. He looked to be Asian, but there was something else about him that Jack could not place. Jack pocketed the picture and walked up to a still confused Will in the doorway.

"Now would you mind telling me what's going on?" Will asked impatiently.

"Its beyond yeh." Jack said, waving his hand vaguely. Will huffed irritably.

"Says the one who doesn't understand that you can't breathe underwater." Will scoffed.

"Minor details I'm working on." Jack replied, nonplussed.

"Look, I've seen undead ghost pirates. What AREN'T to believe?" Will argued. Jack rolled his eyes, why couldn't anyone let the ghost pirate thing die? That was so last year. "Fine, I'll tell yeh." Jack said. 'it's easier to let him have his way now, then I can get my way later, heh heh.'.

Will looked mildly surprised, he hadn't expected him to cave so soon. Meh, whatever. "Ok then. Tell meee!"

"Ok, see there is this guy who made a necklace out of a cursed jewel. The curse makes him invisible to all who see him who arent virgins. He really wants to be able to be seen again, so he's promised me anything I wanted if I were to go and get the necklace for him. He gave me a drawing of the man who he gave the necklace to who is currently residing on an island in the Indian Ocean and we're gonna get it from him, savvy?" Jack said quickly.

"Uhh, what island in the Indian Ocean?" Will said after he had pieced together what Jack had said. Jack opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it a second later.

"SHIT!" Jack ran back to the store and Will just stood there, wondering how the hell they had managed to get themselves in another situation involving cursed jewelry.

"Ah HA! It's called San Barbados. Yep." Jack had appeared without Will even noticing. But then again he did that a lot so it didn't make much of a difference to Will.

"I see. Jack, what the hell are you smoking? Cuz I want some." Jack opened his mouth, obviously pissed off. "Hahaha, I'm just messing with ya. But seriously, what the hell are you thinking? How do you know that when you touch the necklace, the curse wont transfer to you?"

"That's why I'm making you carry it, whelp. Besides, by the time we get to there, you wont BE a virgin anymore so it wont matter........." Jack said.

"And secondly, are you entirely sure you can trust this guy?" Will commented, pretending not to have heard Jack's previous statement. Jack would have made a smart-ass comment about that. Hell, there was nothing really stopping him other than the fact that his crew had returned. "Ah, yer back. Let's go get a drink, shall we?" Jack suggested, not noting the numerous Starbucks coffee cups everyone held in their hands. (A/N: Those things are EVERYWHERE, seriously, I went to Hick town CA, and there was one up there)

"Uhh well, the thing is we can't. Hey, by the way, how that talk with the old guy turn out?" Gibbs said, trying to change the subject.

"Now wait a sec, why can't we go get some rum?" Jack queried. It appeared the subject change hadn't worked on him.........

"Well, what I mean is that we would have the money, if SOMEONE hadn't gotten a grande instead of a tall like the rest of us........." Gibbs cast a glare at Jeremy, who was absent mindedly sipping a cup of coffee.

'Gibbs is obviously trying to avoid telling Jack directly that they spent all his money, this could be funny.' Will mused, mentally reminding himself to use this as blackmail against Gibbs, if the occasion should present itself.

"SO, let me get this straight. I leave you guys alone for what, 10 minutes, and you go to STARBUCKS and spend ALL of the cash we got from the East India ship? AND then you don't leave ANYTHING for getting rum?" Jack yelled, getting more and more enraged as he spoke. Ah, Jack, a true alcoholic at heart. Will decided to spare Gibbs from Jack's wrath, it wasn't as funny, but it made for better blackmail.

"Jack, relax. We have barrels of rum onboard, and plus, you need to inquire about Mr. Kreman's decision." Will said soothingly, placing his hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack looked up thoughtfully. 'yesss, we must not give him too long of a thinking time, that would be impolite of us.'

"Alright, yeh dogs, let's get back to the ship." Jack said, starting back toward the ship.

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Scott wiggled uncomfortably in his cell. Elizabeth had not been present during the meeting with Jack, but she seemed to have found out, through ESP or some other power Scott dared not guess, exactly what was said. He laid back against the wall of his cell warily eyeing Annamarie, who was absentmindedly snapping her gum. The sounds of battle had long since faded, so Scott figured he only had a little bit of time before Jack returned. Scott cringed in anger at the very thought of him, the evil, cunning, sadistic uhhh, whatever he is, had gotten him in to quite a predicament.

Scott thought about it. Well, at least she wasn't poor. And her name wasn't Edbert, and she had nice teeth. But still, it was either die, or stick with Elizabeth for the rest of his days. (hello Scott, divorce court?) Scott shifted his gaze over to Elizabeth in mild disgust, as she was scratching her chest and yawning, which most people would not find disgusting, but noblemen are known for the fact that they are easily disgusted. 'the rest of your days..........the rest of your days......... the rest of your days..........' The words were endlessly echoing in his head. He could see it now.........

He would descend the stairs of his house, making his way to the kitchen, passing the discarded articles of clothing from last night. Elizabeth would be in the kitchen.

"Hey, it took you forever to get up. But I'm not surprised you were tired, we worked pretty hard last night." She said in a low voice. Vision-Scott smiled and sat down at the table. He noticed a little scruffy man enter the room. He looked questioningly at his wife.

"Oh yes, Edbert. He is homeless and he did me a favor so he will be staying with us for a while." Edbert grinned and waved. Scott saw that he was missing a few teeth and that the ones that were there were crooked and yellow. He shivered in disgust, he hated bad teeth and homeless people. Not to mention people named Edbert. Scott had very odd prejudices. Edbert sat at the table next to Scott.

"Oh yes, did I tell you my parents are coming over today? They are going to need a place to stay for a few months as they are having their house rebuilt." Scott cringed, he hated anyone richer than him and her parents definitely qualified. Elizabeth placed a plate on the table infront of him.

"I made you scrambled eggs, eat up!" She said cheerily.----

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! ANYTHING BUT SCRAMBLED EGGS!!!" Scott snapped out of his visionary stupor and ran for it. He didn't know where he was going, all he knew was that he had to get out.

A second later there was the sickening sound of bone crunching against metal. Scott, in his own vision of hell, had temporarily forgotten about the metal bars surrounding him. Scott cringed at the mind-blowing pain that now shot through his entire body. Annamarie's head shot up when she heard him yelling and she was now standing concernedly over him. Scott looked around, he hadn't realized he had fallen over. Annamarie swooped down to check his pulse. 'Do I really look that horrible?' Scott wondered.

He opened his mouth to tell her that he was fine, but he found that he could not speak. Indeed, he had just realized that he couldn't even breathe, he gasped for the life-giving air, but it refused his lungs. Scott felt as though he was going to die. He could not breathe in he could not breathe out. Scott gasped futilely for air as tears of pain ran down his face. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, until at last a shaky breath of air managed to get into his lungs. (A/N: owwww getting the wind knocked out of you hurts so much.........)

"Ok, he's breathing again." Annamarie said. 'Who is she talking to?' Scott wondered. He sat up and looked around, apparently his scream was loud enough to have brought down the crew that remained on the ship. Even Norrington, who had been moping/sleeping since his ship's destruction, turned to look. Great. Now he looked like a COMPLETE moron.

Scott was luckily saved from having to tell why he had run into the door of his cell by the return of Jack and everybody else. As the crowd surrounding him rushed out, Scott propped himself up against the wall of his cell. 'No I will not allow myself to be married to a person with overly rich parents and who lets hobos with bad teeth into my house! Nor will I willingly get married to someone who makes scrambled eggs.' He thought defiantly, not knowing that Elizabeth was allergic to eggs anyway.

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Jeremy stepped aboard the Black Pearl instantly flooded with questions like "Did you get my Frappichino?".

"No, we didn't have enough cash." Jeremy said sipping his coffee despite the fact there was none left.

"WHAT?? You promised you'd get me one you little—" snarled Annamarie. Jeremy shook his coffee cup nonplussed, attempting to get whatever last remnants of coffee remained. (yes, that was purposeful)

"Well, you always have gum and you never share it with me." He said casually.

"Annamarie, calm down, you can have mine." Jack interjected "I must see Scott anyway." He made his way down to the brig.

"Does she know you didn't get one?" Will whispered.

"She will in a moment." Jack said, peering behind him. "Walk faster"

Will looked annoyed and walked faster. A second later, they came to the door, and walked inside of the brig.

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Scott looked up at the door. He knew that Jack was on his way down, but that didn't matter to him. He had made his choice. But, there was one thing he was nervous about, would Jack......... yes, he was fairly sure he would, all to good pirates do . Scott glanced around the cells, Elizabeth sleeping fitfully against the far side of her cell, Norrington lying there. Scott knew he was awake though. Thinking about what? Now that he could not tell. He also noticed the absence of any kind of guard. He heard the noise of the crew above him.

The door creaked open softly, and Jack Sparrow popped in. He looked around, saw that Scott was awake and went over to him.

"Scott, how are yeh doing? I trust you've had a lovely stay." Jack asked, faking sincerity.

"You know, I'm not a little kid, you can just ask me what I've chosen." Scott said harshly.

"Me what I've chosen?" Jack inquired. "No, I really don't think that helped. I'd have to ask YOU what YOU have chosen, as my life isn't on the line here." Jack's line earned him a glare from Scott.

"I think he means business." Will quipped from the corner. Jack looked over at him.

"Aye, I think he does, what's yer decision?" Jack took on a more menacing tone. 'if looks could kill, I'd be dead by now.' Jack thought, looking at the ominous glare directed at him by Scott.

"I will not marry her." Scott said as defiantly as he could. Elizabeth, who was pretending to be asleep let out a grunt of disappointment.

"Ah Scott, I'd hoped it would not come to this, but........." Jack said disappointedly. 'bloody stupid Will's plan. Fat lot of good its done us now.' Jack thought, pulling out his pistol. As a rule, it still only had one shot. Jack was very superstitious.

"WAIT!!" Scott said terrified. "C-can I have a last recoil- request." The appearance of a pistol had greatly tried on his nerves. 'Suck it up you pansy.' Norrington thought. Unbeknownst to all of them he was watching intently.

Jack was still thinking about Scott's last request. 'if he wishes to go free, then I'd have to set him free, that's not good.'

"Ok then, Scott, it depends on what your last request is." Jack said smartly.

"I wish to see my wife, to tell her I'm dying, to get my last affairs in order." Scott asked. 'pssh, that's the most cliched last request ever.' Norrington thought. In this incident, he was seriously rooting for Jack, which in his case is pretty sad.

Jack stood, his pistol pointed at the ceiling, thinking about it. From what Will could tell, he was thinking something along the lines of 'that's the most cliched last request ever.' But Will knew that it would buy them some time, perhaps, Scott would grow to love Elizabeth over time. Jack had apparently reached the same decision.

"Well, Mr. Kreman, I have decided to grant your last request. We will reach Port Royale in 3 days." Jack said, starting to walk out the door.

"Wait! Mr. Sparrow!" To the surprise of all, it was Norrington who spoke.

"Honestly, Commodore, have you the decency to call me Captain when I'm on my own ship?" Jack queried.

"Why did you give him that, "I want to see my wife one last time" is captive code for "great, now I have time to escape"" Norrington whispered when Jack was close enough.

"First of all, he isn't going to be getting off this ship. And secondly, he's going to give me what I want." Jack whispered. And with that he turned and walked out of the brig. Norrington sat back down. 'You know, you've got to hand it to that Sparrow, he really know what he's doing.' Norrington decided, his abject hate and somewhat admirance had turned to respect and mild annoyance.

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Oh my god, guys I'm sorry. I would make this longer, but I'm so sick of typing this, its taking me bloody forever and I just wanted to finish it. Yeh, anyway, you people are probably like "ohh Norrington, Jack? Buddies?" well, I'm sure as heck trying for it. Go figure. *evil author's cackle* yeh, anyway, I'll try to update soon(er).