Danny wanted to panic.

He'd gotten into the house only a few moments after Mike, left behind when his arm got tangled in the seatbelt and had dragged him back. But it had just been a few moments. The kitchen and living room were in shambles, and there was no sight of Nina whatsoever. He tried calling her name, running around the rooms. There had been no answer. He was terrified that something terrible had happened to the woman he had called mother for most of his life. After finding Mike unconscious on the floor, he had dragged him onto the couch and sat there, calling his name, telling him to wake up. There had been no answer there either, and Danny was left alone to face this complex situation and had no clue how he could go about righting it. So he let himself indulge in some of that panic.

Danny knelt on the floor of the kitchen, grabbing things up at random and throwing them aside as he searched for the medical kit. He needed to get those smelling salts to wake Mike up. Mike knew what was going on, and he would tell Danny as well. Then he and Danny would get Nina back, just like how it happened in so many movies he'd seen. The heroes came in and saved the day. His fingertips brushed against a plastic case beneath the table and he yanked the tablecloth up, pulling out the medical kit. He was one step closer to not being alone in this. He could handle almost anything, even if it was alone. But this was beyond anything he had ever dealt with before, leaving him helpless, confused, and with no clue where to start. He hated that feeling immensely. The medical kit fell from his shaking hands as he tried to open it, falling open on the floor and the supplies scattering across the floor. He swore, diving after one of the smaller cardboard containers. Opening the box, he found what he needed. He pulled two little sticks of smelling salts out, getting to his feet and hurrying into the living room. Mike was still out cold, one arm hanging limply off the couch in the spot that Danny had been sitting in before. Danny grabbed his arm to put it on Mike's chest so he could sit down. Suddenly he dropped it again like fire, backing up and tumbling over the shards of the coffee table. The smelling salts tumbled from his numb fingers as he hit the ground.

"What the hell is going on?" His voice was a hoarse whisper as he threw the question out into the open, his eyes never leaving Mike's arm. Only earlier that day, Danny had pointed out a strange mark on his wrist, the small burn. Now…now there was a tattoo there where there once hadn't been. A sparrow, its wings outstretched as it took flight to the heavens, a sun rising over the open sea behind it. That hadn't been there before. He would have noticed it. Was he going insane? He'd been through worse than this, much worse, why was he cracking now? Danny took a deep, shuddering breath and climbed to his feet. He turned to find the salts, and instead came face to face with another person. He yelped at the shock, and when he looked back on it later, he was thankful that it had at least been a masculine yelp. The woman never flinched, looking at him with kind eyes. Her hand touched his cheek, and he jerked back from her. She chuckled and shook her head. Her skin was dark and attested to many years of working in the sun, and her hair was pulled back with a handkerchief. She looked oddly familiar, yet not.

"Amazing." She said, staring at him. "All these years and still looking good…" She laughed again, walking past him into the room. Fearing for Mike's safety, as he was still out cold, Danny turned quickly and darted in front of her.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He asked, pleased to find that his voice didn't shake at all. She made a 'hmph' sound deep in her throat as she looked up at him, setting her hands on her hips. For a moment, he was reminded of Nina, as she always used to stand like that when she was scolding him. Like it had with Nina, the posture made this woman an intimidating figure. It didn't matter if he had a good couple of inches of height over her. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"My name is Cecilia. Maybe I should've told you that before I come barging in here." She laughed again, and Danny felt slightly more at ease with her. He didn't want to, but there was something disarming about the way she talked to him. But she gave him the impression that she knew him.  He didn't want to feel at ease. That was when she could take advantage of him.

"Good, we have a name. So what are you doing here?" He asked, crossing his arms. She seemed to scrutinize him for a moment, and he noticed a look of disappointment in her eyes. Then she pointed behind him.

"I came to talk to him." Danny turned to see who she was pointing at and jumped backward as he came face to face with Mike.

"Damn, you scared me." Danny muttered, feeling his heart thundering against his rib cage. Anymore of this and he was going to die at an early age of twenty because of heart failure.

Mike stared at the woman, his arms crossed against his chest. There was an odd look to his eyes as he stared down at her. "Came back again, didn't ye?" He growled.

Danny blinked. "Mike, are you alright?" Mike didn't respond to him, coming face to face with Cecilia.

"What did ye do to me, lass?" He asked. Cecilia patted him on the chest, stopping for a moment and making a face of approval.

"I gave you a second chance." She told him, looking up at him. "Like I said before, it wasn't your time to win, but it is now." She pulled her gaze away, walking around the living room. "I like this place. Very homey." She stopped at the pictures, gazing over the smiling faces. Pictures of the whole family: Mike, Nina, and Danny. There were pictures of Mike teaching a young Danny to ride, of Nina dancing, and of Mike and Nina sharing a moment. Her fingers tapped against her lip thoughtfully. "Worked out just fine." She said to herself, turning around. Her gaze went from Mike to Danny, then back again. "The family is all together again."

"Again?" Danny asked weakly. "What the hell is going on? Mike, what's wrong with your…"

"I'm not Mike." He was, still watching Cecilia. Danny looked towards him.

"What…?"

"The name is Jack…Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?" He turned towards the boy and smirked crookedly. "I'm back."

"No, you have head damage." Danny said slowly, his voice shaking slightly.

"Been told that too." He looked up and down Danny. "Ye look just like him."

"Should be him." Cecilia smacked Danny lightly in the forehead. "Apparently it didn't work on him as well as it did you." She muttered, looking over him like he was a broken toy.

Jack crossed his arms. "Yer a voodoo woman." He said.

Cecilia grinned at him. "Of course, boy. You think that people get second chances like this all the time? A second chance at life, a second chance at love, a second chance for revenge?" She caught the look on his face. "Smythe is back, Captain Sparrow. He's got your lass, and he wants what is his."

"Well, he's not bloody gettin' it, but I'm gettin' her back." Jack growled. Danny slunk to the couch, sitting down heavily and holding his head in his hands.

"This isn't happening. I'm going insane." He muttered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. "I've gone absolutely howling mad." Cecilia noticed him, nodding her head towards him. Jack shot her a look before walking over to Danny.

"Ye ok, lad…" Danny cut him off.

"No, I am not ok! First, Nina gets kidnapped, then you pass out and wake up thinking your this pirate captain, and this woman shows up and tells me that I'm not who I'm supposed to be and I'm so damn confused right now and…" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

"Well…that's terrible. Ye don't say ye could help me out, do ye?" Jack asked. Danny looked up at him, and he gave him a hopeful smile. Looking at him, Danny couldn't see anything that he remembered about Mike. An insane intelligence now blazed in his eyes, and his hand motions were strange and erratic. He didn't have Mike's laid back bearing about him either. Either Mike was doing one hell of an acting job, or he got hit hard on the head when he fell, or this was real. He was seriously hoping that it wasn't the third option. Then he would have to own up to magic and voodoo and the supernatural existing.

"Fine…" He said finally, his voice low and calmer than it had been, a tired tone to it. "What do you need me to do?" Jack clapped his hands together.

"That's the spirit, Will…er, lad."

"Danny. My name is Danny."

"Right, Danny." Jack turned to Cecilia. At first he'd been angry at this woman, that she had made dying in peace almost impossible for him. But here he was now, alive and given a second chance to get revenge on the man who had betrayed him and killed everything he loved. It was just what he wanted.

Cecilia held up a finger. "Before you come asking me for help, just stop right there. I'm just some old lady who knows some magic. I don't know where murderers lay their heads at night. That's up to you and the boy to find out." She told him. With that said, she shuffled towards the door. "Glad you finally woke up, Captain. Took you long enough. I've been calling to you for the past few days since you found that compass, but it was like you were fighting it." She paused for a moment, then headed to the couch Danny was sitting on. He made to stand up, and she put a hand on his shoulder. "Your time is coming, lad. I feel it in you." With that, she kissed him lightly on the forehead…

The pain that wracked his body was horrible. He tried to pull in a breath and nearly screamed in anguish as fresh waves of pain shot through his body. He was going to die alone on this beach, far from his friends, far from Elizabeth. His mind stopped on her. The woman he loved so dearly that he would risk his life to rescue her. He'd do anything for her. Including coming on this venture with Jack, so he would have the money when he approached her father to ask him for his blessing in their marriage. To show that he could provide for her and take care of her.

His fingers tightened into a fist, his hands full of sand. He clenched his teeth, trying not to call out  to let them know where he was. He'd gotten this far. Where was Jack? Where was Anna, or Gibbs, or Cotton, or any of the crew? Had they gotten away?

"Shhh, little one. Rest now." The voice came out of nowhere, and he opened his eyes, twisting his head to look upwards from his position on the sand. He was on his stomach, blood staining the sand beneath red. God, he didn't want to die this way. Not so far away like this, where he couldn't say good-bye to Elizabeth. His eyes fell on the woman standing before him, holding her skirts in her hand. She knelt, putting a hand on his forehead. "Time to sleep now, little one. He's going to need you, and you're going to need your strength." She smiled kindly at him. "Sleep." He drew in a deep breath, another shudder wracking his body as he laid his head wearily on the sand. His breath started to become slower and more even now, and his eyes grew heavy.

Elizabeth, I love you. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you.

He drew in a breath, and began to feel himself slip away into a quiet black oblivion. Slowly the sounds of the waves against the sand and the sound of the wind faded out, until nothing was left but his own heartbeat. The rhythm became slower and slower, and he let the breath go. His mind drifted away as his heart stopped completely, and his last thought was for the woman he would always love.

Danny jerked back from her, gasping. What the hell was that? He stared up at her, and she back at him. She was in that vision, telling him to go to sleep. He'd felt the pain, the fear and terror of dying, felt his heart slowing down.

"What did you…?" She pressed a finger to his lips.

"Just something to think about." She told him quietly, before standing up straight and walking towards the door. Once she was there, she stopped and turned, looking at them both. "My work here is done. I think this woman needs her nap time." She gave a hearty laugh as she walked out the door. Danny could hear that laugh all the way down the driveway, listening till it finally faded into the night. He became aware of Mi…Jack, it's Jack now…staring at him. He glanced over at the man he had once called father, his face pale.

Jack threw the keys to the truck in the air and caught them. "What do ye say we go rescue my lass?" He said with a smirk.

All Danny could do was nod.