Disclaimer: The same as all the other chapters- I don't own PotC, I have never owned PotC, and I will never own PotC. I am making no profit off this story, nil, zero, nada. The only thing I get back from writing this is all the nice reviews from you guys.

Authors notes

Wow, how long has it been since I last updated this? Must be at least 6 months. I had really lost the incentive for this story, but then I got a review for my LotR fic, and I started writing again. Kinda. Told my friend (who apparently liked this story), and she, along with a couple of you guys, told me to get my (excuse my language) ass into gear and finish this damn story. So here it is, XD.

Jack growled and muttered darkly to himself as he sat up from where he had been lying, perfectly sprawled out on the floor, like a common drunk. He ruffled his already tangled and matted hair, and he reached out to the side, swatting blindly for his hat. He jumped when he heard several loud thumps on the door, rattling the hinges, and looked around, spotting his hat under a table. He dived toward it, landing flat on his stomach, and, hearing the heavy thumping on the door, jumped in fright. He struck his head hard against the wooden table, and cursed in pain, slowly subsiding to a low grumble in his throat.

"Hang on im coming," he growled in a harsh, raspy voice, and he stumbled to his feet, gripping the table to help himself up. He pulled his hat on firmly and straightened it, before he ponsed lightly over to the door.

When he wrenched it open, he did not, as he had expected, come face to face with Commodore Norrington. Rather a man, a little taller, a little broader, and a little more tan than himself. His eyes widened as he looked the stranger over, taking in the gold teeth, the scruffy mass of tangled, dreaded black hair, and the unmistakable khol rimmed eyes.

"Jack!" The stranger said in a boisterous voice, spreading his arms as if he was going to hug the pirate. Jack leaned back, his eyebrows raised high up in alarm, before he took off his hat, using it to mask all but his eyes. He hovered his hand warily, and feinting several times, he leaned forward and tapped the stranger sharply on the chest. Upon striking human flesh, he jumped back, hiding behind his hat. Sighing, the stranger rolled his eyes, and strode in through the doorway, pushing past Jack, and heading into the lounge. Jack slowly peered over the brim of his hat, and crept up the hall, looking into the lounge, where the other man was sitting in an armchair and putting his boots up on the table.

Jack swiftly tiptoed past the door, as quietly as possible, except for the beads in his hair which constantly rattled and chimed against each other every time he moved. Breaking into a run, he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and leaned over the rail.

"WILL," He bellowed, hunching over, and clenching his fists, "I LET A STRANGER INTO THE HOUSE!"

Will dragged himself slowly up from where he was slouched in his chair as he heard a slightly muffled bellow coming from downstairs. He pushed his hair out of his face, and he got to his feet, heading to the doorway. By the time he had reached the balcony, Jack was halfway up the stairs, looking half panicked, clenching his hat in his hands.

"Jack," he said wearily, "what's wrong?" He saw slight movement in the lounge, and frowned suspiciously.

"I let a stranger into the house," he said quickly, in a slightly quivering voice, and hopped up the stairs, to stand behind Will, who dropped his head into his hand, and sighed. He looked up to Jack, questioningly, and frowned.

"You let a stranger into my house?" he asked, and Jack nodded. Will pushed past the pirate impatiently, heading off down the stairs, jumping down two or three at a time until he got to the bottom. From the corner of his eye he could see Jack gingerly following him, but he paid no attention to the older man as he headed straight for the lounge.

"You," he demanded quickly, "what are you doing in my house?" He was not in the mood for stupid games, and as he turned around, he saw Jack peeking round the corner.

The stranger in the chair tilted his head back, exposing his neck and face to Will. He had a grin plastered on his tan face, an apple in his hand, and he flashed his teeth as he let out a short laugh.

"Jesus boy, you look a mess," he extended the arm holding the apple, and waved his other hand out. Will raised his hand to the side of his face, and looked at his fingers, which came away stained with sticky, half dried blood.

"Jack?" he squinted, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. He had lost a lot of blood, and was completely exhausted, but Jack was behind him, not in front. He was sure he wasn't hallucinating, it wasn't just his imagination.

"Ah, yes, Jack. Where is he?" The man asked, and Will blinked. He looked behind him, to see Jack was no longer in sight, no longer peering around the corner now, and he started to seriously doubt his own judgement. His head started to pound, and he wavered slightly where he stood, before he finally answered.

"What are you talking about, you're.........Jack." he paused, "aren't you?"

"Im Jack," he smiled, "Jack Sparrow. I would prefer Captain Jack Sparrow, but at the moment, I have no ship," he took a bite out of his apple, "Or crew." He paused.

"Maybe you should sit down lad, ye don't look too good," he stood up, and taking a firm grip on Will's shoulder, steered him toward the seat where he pushed the younger male down. Jack peered out around the door again, and strode casually into the room. But not before the eldest male spotted him.

"I thought I taught ye to look after yer frien's better than this Jack," he said, and the younger Jack took a step forward.

"Yeah, well you can thank that bloody Norrington for that one," he said, "You look familiar, where have I seen you before?" he squinted, then caught his reflection in the mirror.

"Oh," he said quietly, "That's where," he murmured softly, more to himself than the stranger.

"Ye don't even know yer old man when you see him?" Jack the elder said. Jack's eyes shifted suspiciously, and he tilted his head slightly, from side to side.

"Well that explains a lot," he muttered, running his hand around his bruised neck. He looked to Will, who looked as pale as a ghost, and as if he was about to pass out. From the shock of seeing two Jacks standing side by side, or from the lack of hospitality of the prison guards he wasn't sure, but he wasted no time in hasting across the room.

"Maybe we should get ye and the lad cleaned up and then we c'n catch up later," he leaned forward and raised an eyebrow, "savvy?"

Jack glared at him with a childish pout on his face, but nonetheless, put his arm out to steady Will, who had got to his feet, and was heading toward them. The rush of adrenaline that had kept him going while he had brought Elizabeth home after he had nearly been hung had left him, and he only just had the strength to stand. He winced slightly and braced his stomach with his forearm, gripping Jack's arm with his free hand. The older Jack came up behind them and gave them a push.

"Off to bed without yer supper, the both of ye," he said casually and gave them both another push. The younger Jack scowled, and Will looked at him.

"Has he always been like this?" He said timidly. Jack just rolled his eyes and gave him a harsh tug on his arm as he headed upstairs, dragging Will along behind him.

When Elizabeth came to, she found herself lying in a soft bed, amongst several fluffy pillows, and thick, plushy blankets. She shivered unconsciously, almost freezing cold despite the warm, muggy weather, and even warmer bed she lay in. Her shoulder ached like mad, and she weakly moved her head, using her leaden right arm to lift the covers ever so slightly. She could see rough, makeshift bandages wrapped around the deep gouge that lead up her shoulder, and that also, half her dress, including her corset was gone- she could see it on the floor across the room. A warm, sleepy haze overtook her senses, and she closed her eyes slowly, ready to go back to sleep. She felt so tired, really, that she didn't see any reason why she shouldn't submit to it, but there was one thing, one important thing that she knew she had to stay awake for. She shifted slightly, and a shot of pain bolted through the wound like a bullet. Her eyes widened as she remembered Will had been hung, and she shot upright in bed. Her long hair fell over her shoulders as she hunched over slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she saw Will lying in bed beside her, breathing steadily. In a flash of sheets and covers, Elizabeth sat up and rested on her knees, ignoring the searing pain shooting through her shoulder. Cautiously, as if she thought it was a dream, she ran her fingers gingerly over the side of his face, flinching as he shifted his head, exposing the deep graze across the other side of his face. She gasped slightly, and brushed his dark hair back from his face, and tucked it behind his ear. She winced slightly as she saw the rope burn round his neck, and traced her fingers alongside it gently, before his hand came up and gripped her wrist tightly, so tightly she was about to yelp in pain.

"Don't..." Will mumbled in his sleep, and Elizabeth was about to reply, to wake him up, when Jack burst through the door, slamming it against the wall.

"Ah, Elizabeth, yer awake love," he smiled, then his face returned to normal. For a moment, Elizabeth wondered why he had barged into the room in the first place. Will woke up, his grip still tightly round the arm of his wife, and his eyes widened as he realised what he was doing. He quickly let her go, and frowned at her wrist, where he could see small bruises forming as he sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"Lad, Lass, you have about two minutes to grab some things and get out of here," Will had no time to apologize as Jack's father strode into the room and stood beside his son, "the good Commodore has sorted out his mess and is on his merry way as we speak, as is yer father, young missy, so I suggest instead of just standing there, you get up," Jack the elder grabbed Jack the younger, and proceeded to drag him out of the room with him, but not before the younger Sparrow could get his word in.

"Will mate, put a shirt on," he said, his eyebrows slightly raised, a mock look of disgust upon his face. He received a rather sharp tug to his collar, and then he too disappeared into the hallway. Will looked at Elizabeth, who smirked.

"You are going to explain everything later," she said lightly, climbing out of the side of the bed, seeing Will do the same. He took a shirt from his cupboard, and shrugged it on casually, grabbing a couple of spare garments and stuffing them in a rucksack. He grabbed his purse, and an underdress for her, and then came back to help her pull her dress over her head. He laced up the front for her, carefully smoothing the garment, and then took her face in both hands, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

"We should go," he said quietly, taking her wrist, gently this time, and lead her out the door. She followed, and they both saw the two Jacks at the foot of the stairs.

"Are you ready?" Jack asked, looking to Will and Elizabeth, and then to his father. Elizabeth nodded, and Will headed for the stairs. When the pair reached Jack sr. and Jack jnr, she looked back at the house one last time before they left, and sighed. She didn't want to leave Port Royale, but then she thought of the Commodore and his men. They wanted to hang Will. With that last thought in her mind, she had no regrets as she walked out the door with the three Pirates.

Hopefully the next few chapters will be longer- couldn't think of what else to write right now, so I figured thats the best place for an ending :D. Hope it was okay, im a little out of touch with the whole PotC thing. Gah. Next chappie will be better. More Jack :D yay

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