For Veterans: I got rid of the spelling error, of tORtuga, and got rid of some minor…slips.

Otherwise same story, there is new part closer to the end…. Sorry for the wait.

For New Vict—readers…Quick explanation, Bootstrap Bill never could have died. He was placed under the curse to; otherwise he would have never been able to send Will the necklace.



Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl was swiveling down a quiet dark alleyway in Tortuga. This was most defiantly unusual, for Tortuga anyway. He wasn't complaining. Instead, he was humming a few bars of his favorite song, "Yah, daa da da daa…and really bad eggs…"

"Jack Samuel Sparrow!" A voice called out to Jack's back, "You thought you could get a way with it didn't you?"

"That's CAPTIAN Jack Sparrow, and which offence would you be referrin' to?"

"One count of not greeting an old friend, and three counts of not buying said friend a drink," A women stepped out of the shadows. She was tall, and voluptuous, her lush red lips were cocked in to an impish smile. She was dressed in breaches, and a sword hung at her hip. Her long strawberry hair was tied back behind a red bandanna. Her green eyes flashed her amusement. Laid upon her chest was a pendent that glinted like her eyes.

"Well, I better remedy that!" He swaggered over, and threw his arm around her shoulder, "So, Rebecca, when did you stop bounty hunting and decide to join the fine life of being a buccaneer…hmm?"

"Who says I did?" Rebecca ducked under Capt. Jack's arm and put her hands on her hips.

"Why else would you be here in Tortuga? You wouldn't have been able to step three feet on to this fair isle of freedom unless you decided to throw ranks with us, swear three times your master was only sea and drink, and sign a contract in blood saying you were expo fact a pirate."

"Bull, Jack. My boat docked here and I came straight to the bar unquestioned by anyone. Which is the ironic beauty of Tortuga. Betrayed by your own rules Jack." As she said this she had a pistol up against his throat.

"It's Captain, why does no one say Captain Jack Sparrow? Why?" He threw his hands up into the air, "So, are you going to shoot me or what?"

"Not this time, Jack. Pardon me…Captain Jack. You're lucky, I retired three weeks ago. I really hate my inner sense of timing," She pocketed the pistol, "Because as soon as I got here, I saw the Pearl sitting at the dock. I could just kill you Jack. Do you know the price on your head doubled the day I announced my official retirement?

"Speaking of the Pearl, how did you get it back from Barbossa?"

"My, is that ever a long story…I think you should talk to young William Turner. 'e is Bootstraps' son. He's back in Port Royal though, didn't care too much for the sea life apparently."

"Son? Huh. Didn't think Bootstrap was the type. Hand me back the pendent before I chop your fingers off. Does Ol' strap know?" She placed said pendent back around her neck.

"Becca he's dead."

"Since when?"

"A few months after the mutiny Barbossa shot Bootstrap out of a cannon. Happened years ago."

"He couldn't have died years ago."

"What the hell are you taking about? He was shot out of cannon! "

"Jack, I just saw him last week, he was headed toward Port Royal."

"But… he was shot out of a cannon."

"We've established that. It still doesn't change the fact that he's still alive, as of two days ago, anyway.

"But…"

"Jack if you say 'he was shot out of a cannon' one more time I will rip your tongue out and wear it as a necklace."

"But…shot out of a cannon, he was."