A/N: Another chappie for ya! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Let's put it this way: The only things I don't own are Jack, Will, Elizabeth, General Norrington, Anamaria, and Gibbs.

Chapter 18: UNEXPECTED THINGS

"Well, isn't this brilliant?" were the first four words spat out of Jack Sparrow's mouth since he was thrown overboard (apparently walking the plank wasn't humiliating enough). He was wading through knee-high deep water at the moment, but as he finished his statement (or sarcastic question, really) the water soon became shin-high, then ankle-high, and finally out of the water altogether and onto soft white sand that can only been found on Caribbean beaches.

Will Turner sat in the same soft white sand, his chin resting on a raised knee. He was staring straight ahead, where a pirate ship was sailing away quickly.

It wasn't that Will wasn't used to pirates. Or even to their ships. But when pirates and their ships take his only daughter away from him, he tended to notice.

As he was now. All he could think of was Claire. Her large, liquid brown eyes, her soft curls so much like her mother's, her ringing laughter, her Jack Sparrowish way of getting into trouble (and getting herself out of it)...everything that a father remembers when he reflects upon his child.

Will let out a deep and much-needed sigh, and stood up. He stretched his lean body and began pacing five feet of sand. His daughter was in danger, and he was going to get her out of it, no matter what it took. He tried to develop a plan in his mind, but nothing came. He would just have to try harder.

Some one else was having similar thoughts to William Turner's. She was standing still, her arms folded across her chest, the wind blowing her blondish brown hair across her face.

But she hardly noticed.

Her mind was elsewhere. Her thoughts swam in possible plans to get her one child back. But it seemed as if her years of education and intelligence couldn't help her in this sticky situation. She couldn't bear to think anymore, and began to look around.

Funny. As she looked around, she felt as if she had been here before...but that was impossible. She had never set foot upon a Caribbean island before...at least, she thought so...

Elizabeth stood up straight in rigid shock. Will turned to her sharply to see if any to see if any no-good-dirty-rotten-air-breathing jelly fish had stung his wife.

She muttered a single four-word sentence. It was so quiet that it almost died out in the wind. But Jack, Will, and the newly arrived Alex (who was from head to toe in clinging hermit crabs, the poor boy) heard it.

"I've been here before."

Meanwhile, a young man of sixteen years (sixteen and 10 months to be precise) was staring out at sea. He ran a tanned hand through his raven- black hair, and sighed. As he looked out at the roaring blue ocean, a thought triggered in his mind:

Why couldn't he have Claire?

As the young man named Jesse thought such things, the object that he was thinking of was struggling hard to get out of her tightly roped bond. She was almost finished wriggling her shoulders out of the rope when a 17-year- old stopped in front of her.

Needless to say, she stopped what she was doing.

The blonde looked down at her, and smiled while shaking his head. "Claire," he sighed, "what are we going to do with you?"

Claire smiled a fake and innocent smile. "Let me go?"

Caden stroked her stroked her cheek once, and then walked away into the captain's cabin. She was disgusted by it.

Jesse turned his head from where he was standing, and then walked over to Claire. When no pirates were looking, Jesse pulled out a dagger and grinned.

Claire couldn't help but gasp. What was he going to do?

But luckily, all Jesse did was cut the rope that was cutting off Claire's circulation. She began massaging her wrists while letting out a small, quiet, and polite "Thank-you."

Jesse only replied by taking one of her hands and guiding her to where he had stood only a few minutes before. No one noticed.

Claire looked up at Jesse, and Jesse looked out at the ocean.

"Why?" She asked. "Why are you helping me? Why aren't you with Caden, doing whatever it is you do?"

Jesse sighed, and turned to her. "Look, Caden really isn't as bad as he seems." He muttered slowly and clearly so Claire could take in every word.

She gave him a disgusted look, and arched an eyebrow. "Yes he is," She replied firmly, as if that settled the matter.

Jesse leaned down until he was at Claire's level, his face just a few inches from hers.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yes-huh."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yes-huh."

This went on for quite sometime, until Jesse couldn't take it anymore, and pressed his lips on Claire's.

She looked shocked and dazed.

Jesse smiled.

"Nuh-uh."

A young boy of 14 years was prying hermit crabs off of him and flinging them into the ocean. He did this absent mindedly, as his attention was focused on his infamous father and a woman.

His father, Jack Sparrow, was looking around, muttering under his breath.

"Well, there's only one good thing about all this," he stated.

Will Turner turned to him, momentarily stopping his pacing. "And that would be...?"

"We have rum!" Jack said while flinging his arms up in celebration.

Elizabeth let out a laugh. "No we don't, I burned it all, remember?"

Jack glared at her. "Of course, how could I forget?" he said through clenched teeth.

Alex, who was now hermit-crab-free, walked over to the three adults, "We have to get off of this island, and now. We have to save Claire!"

The three nodded in agreement. But Will stopped.

He cocked his head. "Did you hear that?" He asked. They all started running across the island, and reached the other side before you could say "Really Bad Eggs."

There, they saw a ship coming closer and closer. When it reached shore, a man jumped off the ship and onto the beach. The man looked like a pirate, and seemed familiar somehow.

Will turned to Jack in amazement. Jack gave a trademark grin, the looked at the man in front of him.

The man turned to Jack and smiled. He then spoke.

"Jack," he said. "You are so lucky we have the same mother."

A/N: I don't know if anyone watched the MTV movie awards, but Johnny Depp won the award of the best male performance in a movie for, of course, Pirates of the Caribbean. When he got the award, he was in France and said he couldn't thank the audience live because he was doing "SOME SPECIFIC WORK AND RESEARCH FOR PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 2!" How cool is that???????? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!