Jack strode out onto the front porch. Despite the show he had put on in there, he didn't feel fine just quite yet. The rush of two sets of memories coming down on him at once was more than a little overwhelming. He sat on the swing and held his head in his hands, waiting for the black spots to stop dancing in front of his eyes. Everything that was Mike was Jack, and everything that was Jack was Mike, despite the personality differences. He remembered everything Mike had ever done in addition to his own memories, and that made things a little crowded. He needed a moment. But that wasn't possible, so it seemed. "What do ye want?" He looked up at Danny, standing just outside the doorway with his arms hugged tightly to his chest.

"Are you ok?" Danny asked tentatively.  Every time Jack looked at him, he remembered Will. The two were the same in appearance, despite the differences of the era each had lived in. He glanced up at the younger man, giving him a crooked smile.

"Of course. Just needed a few moments to let the thoughts clear up." He responded. Danny was still watching him with a guarded expression. This had to be extremely confusing to him, but it was just as much so for Jack.  The worst part was, when the memories of Jack and Mike had combined, so had certain personality aspects. If he wanted to, he could act just like Mike. That would come in handy when he needed to go into public, but there were also other things, like feeling the need to be fatherly to Danny. Jack had never been the fatherly type, and he didn't intend to start now.

"Oh." After a few moments of very tense silence, he spoke up. "Are you possessing Mike?" He said bluntly. The simple question provoked the pirate to start laughing.

"Possessin' him? I am him." He noticed Danny's look of confusion. "Let me explain this to ye before we go bargin' into anythin'." Danny leaned against one of the posts of the porch, listening in. "My name is Captain Jack Sparrow, formerly of a different century. I had a ship named the Black Pearl, a good crew, and yes, we were pirates. The most feared in the Caribbean, so it wasn't a wonder that one Captain Jonas Smythe heard my reputation and come calling for my help. He approached me one night at the Faithful Bride Tavern in Tortuga, and offered me half the treasure if I helped him find it. Young kid, I'm guessing about twenty five or so he was. So I took it. We all had a code we kept to, and the deal was made fair and square. I told my crew, and we were joined by an unexpected guest. The son of my dead best friend. His name was William Turner." He glanced over to see a slight expression of shock cross Danny's face. "He wanted to ask the Governor for his daughter's hand in marriage. Inseparable those two were, but the Governor wouldn't here of a lowly blacksmith's apprentice marryin' his daughter, so he sets high standards for Will. He tells 'im he doesn't earn enough money for Will to support himself and Elizabeth. So he gets the bright idea to join me on a voyage to make some money quick, despite the fact that he was still reluctant to accept his pirate roots. Long story short, the two of us went lookin' for a missin' crew member of mine one night. We found him too. Shot dead by two of Smythe's crew because he overheard them talkin'. They had a plan to kill me and my crew, to take our share. They had never planned to share in the first place. So between the two of us, we hid it on the island. Smythe wasn't too happy about that. He sent his men after us. We were outgunned two to one." His grip on the arm of the swing tightened as he talked, his eyes cold. "They tracked down my crew and shot them like animals. Shot me in the stomach. I just barely found my way out to the beach, trying to get away. But luck wasn't mine to have that night, and I tripped over a body. Will's dead body. Right then and there I knew it was over. Everyone else was dead and gone, and I was dyin'. That's when the lady from the livin' room appears to me, tells me that it wasn't my time to win, but it would be. I thought she was spoutin' a bunch of gibberish, but here I be."

"Reincarnation?" Danny spoke up. "Unfinished karmic business? Resurrection?"

"Voodoo."

"Voodoo?"

"Aye, voodoo." Jack muttered. "Jonas Smythe was the bastard son of a voodoo priestess and a pirate, and he was good with the magic. I just happened to gain the favor of a woman who knew some voodoo herself. Now I get a second chance at making that son of a bitch pay." He stood up, walking towards Danny. "This whole thing was a message from him. He's got Nina, and he wants to make a trade, most likely stab me in the back if I did make the trade."

Danny followed him as they walked down the steps and towards the truck. "You're not going to trade? He'll kill Nina!" Jack stopped suddenly and turned, and Danny had to stop suddenly as well before he ran into Jack.

"Look, I've dealt with this man before, not you. So it's my word we'll be trusting, savvy?" He asked, looking Danny straight in the face. Again he was strongly reminded of the blacksmith from Port Royal. Danny looked back at him, chin up and a defiant look on his face. He was almost tempted to tell him not to do anything stupid.

"Fine." Danny said archly, breaking eye contact first and marching towards the truck. Jack growled a curse under his breath before following him. Here he was, going into battle with a powerful enemy and he would have liked to have one ally at his back. Instead he got a stubborn twenty year old with an attitude problem that didn't entirely trust him. He didn't like where this was going at all.

Danny knelt down by the tires, and then stood up again, slamming a hand against the back end of the truck and cursing. Jack paused. "What?"

"Someone cut the two back tires." Danny growled, turning to face him. "Most likely your enemies, coming here to cause you trouble." He shouted. "This is all your damn fault because you couldn't stay dead!" He aimed another kick at the tires just as Jack grabbed his arm.

"Save some of that anger." He muttered, looking over Danny's shoulder. Danny turned as well, groaning as he caught sight of the three men coming out of the barn towards them.

"Guns. Guns I can handle. Swords, that's not fair." Danny said, glancing back at Jack. Jack pushed him back towards the truck.

"Get the tire jack out of the truck bed." He muttered. Danny moved into action surprisingly fast, putting a foot up on the tire and hopping into the bed. He threw stuff around, finally finding the tire iron and throwing it to Jack, just as one of the men attacked.

"Remember! Smythe wants them alive!" Danny was about to retort when two arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him from the truck bed to the ground. He hit the ground, coughing as the wind was knocked from his lungs.

Jack brought the tire iron up, blocking the downward strike of his attacker. "Proficiency with a blade, in this day and age? I'd say Smythe wasn't the only person to come back." Jack growled, kicking the attacker away. The man laughed.

"Aye, and he's quite glad to know you're back. You gave him the slip for a little while. Couldn't figure out where your soul had gone." Jack rolled his eyes and swung again. Meanwhile, Danny scrambled away from the cutlass, sliding under the truck and out the other side. He got to his feet, turning around to mock the attacker on the other side.

"Takes more than that to…" He turned, just in time to catch a shovel in the side of the face. By the time he hit the ground, he was out cold. Jack heard the metallic clang, and against his better judgment, turned towards the sound. The shovel came down across his wrist, and he dropped the tire iron. Immediately he was restrained by the other two.

The man laughed as Jack struggled uselessly. "Get him in the car and make sure he's tied up well, then put the kid in there."

Jack cursed at him angrily as he was dragged away.