Will ran among the leafy grass in the pale light of the full moon, trying to outmaneuver his foe. A strange creature this was, though Will has had his share of strange creatures, for just the year before he battled The Black Pearl, which was cursed by the undead, for his love Elizabeth Swan. Though this tale has quickly undergone the change from fact, to unbelievable myth in a matter of months, Will knows what he saw, and knows that the creature chasing him is not of this earth. All the while, his pursuer was catching up with the adventure sick blacksmith. Will chanced a glance backward and saw the mist rising out of the ground where the creature stalked, going slowly, yet catching up to the scrambling smith. A dark hood covered his features, and a claw like hand clutched a blade with an evil curve that seemed to call out for Wills blood. Will turned his head back around and from out of the darkness a steep cliff presented itself in front of the out of breath young man. 'Where did this come from, It's unclimbable!' Will thought as he examined his current situation without a pause for caution. Instead of wasting his precious time trying to climb the obstacle he chose to fight, however a new predicament arose, Will had no weapon. Scanning the ground, Will saw only a few twigs and pebbles unsuitable for throwing, but at last, for what seemed like hours, he spotted a sharp pointy stick. As he moved towards his only hope a shadow blocked the light of the stars and moon and was on him. Wills scream was muffled by a voice crying out 'The last blade is ours!" And that's when the blacksmith awoke in a sweat screaming bloody murder.
"Will! What's wrong dear?!" Asked a startled Elizabeth Turner, Governor Swan's only daughter.
"Oh, nothing my love... just a bad dream." Replied a confused Will Turner, wiping the sweat from his brow with an equally sweaty arm. "Just a horrible dream."
"Another one? Will, I don't think this will amount to anything good."
"Well what can I do about them!? They are dreams, you cannot change dreams, it is not possible."
"Still, I worry."
"That's not necessary, come, let us go back to sleep we have a big day tomorrow."
"Alright dear."

Meanwhile, the Black Pearl sailed towards a secret dock outside of Port Royal, it's captain sleeping on the deck to be by the stars tossed and turned on his hard wooden bed, muttering as he slept. His loyal friend Mr. Gibbs laughed a bit at his captains rest, he was used to his quirks and loved them all the same. Still, he was surprised and gave out a sharp yell when his captain and friend sprang to his feet crying out for all the world to hear.
"What is it Jack? Having a bad dream are we?" Mr. Gibbs asked once he regained his composer.
"Very bad dream. Horrible. A evil was at work in that dream, calling out for my very soul."
"Now that's a bad omen."
"Bloody right it was."
"Would you feel right to tell me what happened in this dream?" Mr. Gibbs pried as Jack lied back down on bed, grunting about back pains, the boy and snoring.
"All the rum was gone. Terrible omen indeed."