Disclaimers: The characters directly from PotC are not mine. I only lay claim to the compilation of the words, and the character portrayed as "you".

Author's Note: One of my first attempts at PotC fiction, let alone a "you" fic. Any and all responses are always welcome, and are very much appreciated!

You stare out at the docks, Elizabeth right by your side. You know what the smile on her face is for. "If her grin gets much bigger," you think to yourself, "she might rip her face." You are bored out of your mind, because, no matter how much you love Will as a friend, there just happen to be several thousand other things that you would much rather be doing right now than waiting for his ship to come in, and dock at Port Royale.

"Elizabeth," you begin, sighing. "Are you sure that he is coming in today?" You have asked her this question twice already, and, at the expense of possibly making her angry, you just can't keep from asking her again. "Are you sure it isn't some other day, like tomorrow?"

Elizabeth just turns her head and looks at you, her smile not moving an inch. "I'm positive."

You sigh to yourself, quietly, as you return your gaze to the open waters that surround Port Royale. You consider telling Elizabeth to just give Will a hug for you, and that she can find you back at your home, when you spot something dark rising over the horizon. You are convinced that it is just another one of Commodore Norrington's fleet, reutrning home after a long day of putting the rum runner's out of business and what have you. You feel another, heavier, more public sigh coming on, when you hear Elizabeth make some sort of sound that you are sure is not one made with much conscious thought.

"It's Will!" she breathes, pointing out to the little spot that is getting closer and closer to where you stand.

"How can you tell?" you ask, confused to no end.

She looks at you again, and you swear that her smile has somehow gotten wider. "The sails are black," she says, calmly.

You know that means. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know what black sails signal. The only ship you've ever heard of as having black sails is the Black Pearl. That would mean that Will was on a pirate ship, and that all of Elizabeth and Will's stories were true. She hadn't made any of them up, but you could never believe it before.

"Oh, my..." you choke out. "Elizabeth, that's - ."

"The Black Pearl," Elizabeth finishes for you, with no hesitation in getting the words out.

You are completely stunned. You had never even considered that the stories of pirates and such adventures were true. Ghost stories had always been the one thing that you didn't believe in, but, now, you have reason to reconsider. Now, you have to think that she was telling the truth all along.

"Let's go," Elizabeth pushes, grabbing your arm, and dragging you down the dock, down to the very spot where you know that the infamous pirate ship will be landing at any minute, not twenty feet from where you stand.

Author's Note: Wow. Now that that's done, I look forward to responses! Until the next chapter...