Okay! A sequel to Pirates of the Caribbean; the Past of Four Souls! Just a word of warning, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE AFOREMENTIONED STORY YET! It will most ASSUREDLY spoil the end for you and you wouldn't like that, would you? No. You wouldn't. You can find the aforementioned story at my main fanfiction.net page. Another thing, this story is written in first person, with a different character narrating each chapter, so the character narrating it will be written at the top of the chapter. I hope that'll help you make sense out of all of this. Hope you like it! ^^

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-Sarah-

"And did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Mary saw the Death Lily!"

Stop everything. What?

I woke up this morning to find myself in Tortola, January, 1714. This may seem quite normal to you, seeing as most people wake up knowing where they are, what month it is, and what year it is…but when I last closed my eyes…I was on the Isla de Muerta--and it was October, 1714. And another thing that was strange was that I woke up at all. You see…my name is Sarah Warren…and I'm supposed to be dead.

"No! You are sure?"

"Positive!"

"Oh, oh, did anyone hear tell of Commodore Norrington?"

"Do tell, do tell!"

"He's at the brink of being discharged! Word has it Governor Swann thinks he's unstable."

"Why would he think that?"

I snickered.

"They say he said something outrageous." I wouldn't doubt it for a moment. However, I'm getting off the point.

When I awoke, it was cloudy and humid. At first I couldn't figure out what was going on. After I died…everything went black and I couldn't feel anything (however, I could see, obviously, since everything was black)…then I closed my eyes and when I opened them…I was here. Was I alive? I did not know. However, I did, most definitely, recognize the group of women who were chatting nearby…and there was no way that they would all be dead at the same time and heaven (or hell) looked like Tortola. But then again…there was no way that I could be alive again…could there?

And another thing that bothered me. Why did they say the Death Lily this time instead of the Black Pearl? I knew they said the Black Pearl…and, assuming that I was alive again…and in the past…shouldn't they have said it? Yes.

I didn't understand what was going on--nothing seemed, at the moment, logical, nothing true, and I wanted to know what was going on--but then again, I thought, if I asked someone, they would likely think I was crazy. Unless…

Well, if Talia was here, on the Death Lily, shouldn't she remember what happened before I died? Maybe she knew why I was alive again…maybe she remembered. However, when I looked for the Death Lily at the port, it was not there. Perhaps it was coming and Mary was from a different town (as I thought this, I ignored the fact that Mary actually lived in Tortola the last time I was here), which meant that I needed to kill time. Easier said than done. I stood up and began wandering.

I would have possibly thought that my whole past that I thought I lived was a dream…but it couldn't be; I had proof that it happened. I had a (healed--sort of) wound from Drew's blade in my stomach…and I most definitely did not have that the last time I was in Tortola. Actually, having that was sort of a relief, because it meant that all of that had actually happened, and I hadn't been making it up while asleep. Which…would have been weird, seeing as my dreams were always really, really boring. I sighed and looked around, wondering what else had changed in this time, aside from the Black Pearl not being here. Just out of curiosity…I decided to ask around about Jack. Maybe that would tell me why the Pearl was not here. The first guy I came upon looked somewhat intelligent.

"Uh, excuse me, but may I ask you a question?" He stared at me confusedly. I don't blame him--if a random person came up to me and asked if they could ask me a question, I'd be perplexed, too.

"…I suppose."

"…You don't happen to know the whereabouts of a man by the name of Jack Sparrow?"

This seemed to register, so I awaited his answer. He looked surprised, then squinted at me. What was he doing?? After a bit, he shook his head a bit and shifted his weight to his other foot. "Miss…Jack Sparrow is dead." Oh.

Wait, wait, what??

"I'm sorry, I believe I misheard you. What?"

"He's dead. He hasn't been seen for a half a year now." No. No, no, that wasn't…that couldn't…but Jack was here last time!! I inhaled sharply and my eyes dropped to my feet. I didn't get it. How was I now alive, in the past, and Jack, who should have been here, was dead? And…no, no, that couldn't be right.

"Are you sure?" I asked timidly. It was somewhat lame of me to ask that, but perhaps he was mistaken. He had to be, because that just couldn't be right.

"Quite sure. Why asking?"

"Oh…" My hands were shaking. "…No reason. Just asking. Th-thank you." I turned around, my eyes on the ground. What was going on…? I stumbled my way over to a street corner (ironically enough) and sat down, breathing somewhat shakily, blinking rapidly, as if trying to make this dream, reality…messed up past, or whatever, disappear…but it wouldn't.

"Miss," I looked up to see a woman looking at me with concern and something else. "that man over there is my brother." She motioned to the man who told me about Jack. "I just wanted to say…I'm sorry, but yes, Jack Sparrow is likely dead. They say that he fought with Captain Barbossa on the dreaded Isla de Muerta--and he lost. There are witnesses…Will and Elizabeth Turner claim they saw it, and no one doubts it." She looked around. I could hardly believe it. Jack lost to Barbossa? That wasn't right, Barbossa was supposed to be dead, too, after Jack shot him and Will broke the curse with the coins. I frowned slightly. "However…" She looked around again. What, did she suspect someone was listening in? "Some say he's not really dead and he's just hiding." She raised her eyebrows. "Thought you might like to know." She smiled swiftly and turned, leaving me with my thoughts. Jack might not be dead? It was a pleasing thought--one that I hoped desperately was true. Sighing, I wondered if the Death Lily was here yet--and when I checked, of course, there was nothing. Just my rotten luck. For all I knew, the Lily might not be here for days. Grumbling, I threw myself customarily onto a street corner. I guess I still hadn't lost my teenage impatience. Fortunately for me, the people of Tortola were a very self-absorbed population, for the most part, and there were none who questioned my occupation--after all, I did look a bit odd, being the only woman in sight who was not dressed in a…well, a dress. Or skirt of some kind.

On the down side, the long period of waiting got me thinking about many random things, such as…oh…what did Norrington say that was so outrageous…where was Drew…and all of that lovely clutter in my brain. I could only hope that Talia could help me. And that hope was a dear stretch of which I doubted.

And then another random thought; if the past before this point had changed, and it seemed possible, seeing as what happened with my (and Adrian and Asher's) death was somehow altered…was Talia still looking for Adrian? And if so, did that mean that she did not remember where he was…or anything else, for that matter? I shuddered. How terrible. If that was the case, I'd never get her to help me. Maybe this was going to be more difficult than I had imagined.

After it began to get dark, I forced myself to stand up (reluctantly) and found myself a not-so-cozy, not-so-sanitary room at the Flintlock Pub (ironically enough), where I stayed the night (I didn't sleep, though--I had far too much on my mind to sleep…and I wasn't tired anyway) and awaited the coming morning.

To make a long night seem a great deal shorter, the next morning I set off, once again, for the ports, praying that the Lily would be there this time. And what luck--which usually abandoned me--I arrived to find the ship floating safely in the harbor. I smiled--however, Talia was nowhere in sight (not that I could see much from my position below the ship--there wasn't much to see from where I was), so I did what I did the last time I was here, looking for a job on the Death Lily; I stood and stared at the ship. Mind you, yes, I probably look incredibly foolish and ridiculous, just standing there staring…but I didn't really care. I doubted that I'd ever see these people again. Unless someone on the Lily saw me. But that, too, I doubted would matter.

History repeating itself? In a way. Ooh. This'll be good.