A/N: Sorry bout the last chappie! It cut off early so it'll pick up here:
"Did tha' mean ol' Barbossa hur' ye?" He asked his Pearl, with a frown at the memory of his former first mate.
"You need to find yerself a girl mate."
Jack turned around to see young William Turner wearing a cocky grin and flailing his arms about a la Jack.
"I think he's mocking me." Jack replied to no one in particular.
Over the course of the past two years Will had become The Black Pearls' First Mate and moved Elizabeth to the outskirts of Tortuga where she often stayed when she wasn't abroad. This was one of those times. Will was going insane without her (as this was the longest they had been apart since before Jack's "hanging".)and was starting to see what his life could have been: misery.
"Tortuga ahead!" the watchmen yelled. Both Jack and Will looked up from their banter- session to see a thin line of green, and the occasional explosion, that was Tortuga. The speed of the Pearl had them docking by sundown, and Will and Jack saying a quick goodbye and heading into town; both toward a woman (for Jack maybe two).
The Faithful Bride full of whores, wenches, and horny pirates making the most noise in the Caribbean, but when the pirate captain entered a silence quickly settled throughout the room. Eyeing the room with casualty the captain and the two pirates following behind stood at the bar waiting for a wench to step up and take their orders. Finally, a large, robust woman swallowed thickly and approached, blinking to see if what she was seeing was real.
"What'll it be?"
"A round 'a rum for me and the boys," said the captain in a silky voice.
The room slowly livened up again when the sight of the returned captain sunk in and the barmaid soon returned with the rum.
"Here ye go Miss Phoenix."
"Captain, lass, Captain Phoenix," the pirate captain retorted with a toss of her long, dirty blond hair.