Author's note: I finally updated! Yay! You'd think that now that the summer's here and I have more free time, I'd be able to write more, but lately I just can't seem to drag my butt over to the computer. I had to split this chapter, like the last one, but this time I'm posting both today so it's all good!

Jeyke: Nah, I'd never abandon my story… tis my baby… these next chapters SHOULD explain Kit a bit more! I wish our school had baseball, we only had slowpitch and it was horrible… long live Captain Sparrow, I agree!

Roz: lol yes, no more cliffhangers! Sorry about the torture, although I'm glad you liked the chapter! Yeah, Katrina and Kris now know eachother, a bit of a spur of the moment thing but oh well!  Actually, I haven't seen corner gas for a really long time now… weird… well thanks for the review!

kllr whal: I'm planning on finishing, but I tend to take forever… thanks for the review!!!

Kris's jaw yet again dropped, but this time more out of amazement than anything. Jack had barely murmured a "Who?" when Kris gave out an excited shriek, causing Jack to yet again jump and wonder why the hell God had given women such a high vocal range.

 "Kit!!" she exclaimed, reaching out and hugging Katrina again.

 What followed was a long string of loud, high pitched, excited talk from both women, all of which Jack gave up on interpreting and merely tried to block out, whilst still trying desperately to comprehend what was going on. After a few moments of agony on his behalf, Jack rather timidly reached out and tapped Kris's shoulder. She gave a slight jump, as if in all her uncharacteristic excitement had forgotten that Jack was even there, and turned to face him, smiling insanely.

 "Jack!" she exclaimed, looking so joyful that it suddenly became quite hard to believe that moments before he had been annoyed with her. "It's Kit!!!"

 "I gathered." Jack replied, trying not to let on that her excitement was starting to rub off on him, for whatever strange reason.

 "We grew up together." Katrina, or now, supposedly Kit, explained happily. "We used to be so close, but then she left for whatever reason, I can't remember now, except that it was horribly traumatic, and we hadn't seen each other since. We were, what, eight?"

 "Nine, I think." Kris replied, still smiling. Jack took all this in carefully as the two women described in turn what had happened, before realising that Kris's hand had now slunk around the arm he was leaning on as she and Katrina once again took up talking non-stop, relieving more or less what had happened directly after Kris had left.

 "Well, your father left, and some military stiff bought your house, and then we moved, to New Orleans, and, well, that's about it." Katrina finished after a while, her voice now toned down to normal. "What exactly happened to you, anyway?"

 Kris shrugged and smiled. "Well, this." She motioned to herself, as if it was apparent what had become of her, and really, in a sense it was. "I took up piracy."

 "Yes, but why?" Katrina pushed. "Not to be rude or anything of the sort." She added, shooting a slightly apologetic look in Jack's direction.

 "My uncle." Kris stated simply. "He gave it up to take care of me properly after me mum died, but that didn't stop him from teaching me everything he knew."

 "I see."  Said Katrina, nodding. "And everything else you told me, about Jack and your past adventures and well, everything, it's all true?"

  "More or less." Kris replied, grinning slightly guiltily.

  "And you?" Jack said finally, speaking up after being silent through the main part of their conversation. "Where'd you come from?"

 Kris nodded. "Yeah, what did happen to you, anyway? What are the reasons for your suddenly becoming a musician and working at birthday parties?"

 Katrina gave a slight laugh, before retreating to thinking quietly for a moment. "Well, it's a long story. But God knows we've got the time… It all started with my betrothal to a Colonel Luke Carpenter…"

  Will woke up slowly, sluggishly almost, as thoughts of what the gruelling day ahead of him held. Or, as I should say, the work that the day ahead of him held. His usual new-found optimism never seemed to work in the mornings, not even when he thought of this spacious room that Kris had provided him with, or how happy Mia would be when they found Kris, or even the fact that they were closer to finding her and Jack. He was generally more miserable than a water-logged cat upon waking.

 He gave a strange cross between a yawn and a groan and turned over in his wooden cot -slightly larger than the rest on the ship- and gave a start as his arm draped across some warm, soft lump in the bed beside him. His eyes shot open as he saw a face barely inches from his own grinning up at him with a mischievous air that sent to further confuse poor Will until his eyes properly focused.

 Her long golden hair sparkled in the morning sunlight, and her amazing eyes glinted happily as she saw him recognise her. The sheer perfection of her features, her flawless skin, the delicious shape of her lips, the way her hair perfectly framed her face, everything, well, let's say he knew he had to be dreaming…

 Except for when she giggled. Then he knew he wasn't dreaming. Excitement slowly flooded through him as he realised she really was here, right here on the ship, right in front of him.

 His beloved wife had returned.

 "E-Elizabeth?" he stuttered, still not quite sure of himself. He reached out and stroked her face to further prove her presence, causing her to laugh even more.

 "Good morning." She said, her voice surprisingly clear considering the fact that it was literally the crack of dawn.

 "But… but how?" Will asked, the confused look on his face sending her into a seemingly permanent fit of giggles.

 "A boat, of course!" she exclaimed, managing to suppress her giddy laughter to kiss him, long and hard. "I've missed you." She whispered.

 Will was just about to answer her when a loud knock sounded from his door, followed by a deafening yell.

 "TURNER!!!!!!"  Mia's voice rang through the thick door, as she knocked some more. "WILL, WAKE UUUUUUUUP!!! THERE'S PEOPLE HERE!!"

 "I know." Will said passively, still not quite able to take his eyes off of Elizabeth.

 Nearly an hour later, Will had managed to dress and stumble out on deck, Elizabeth following shortly behind. The decks of the Black Pearl were a bustling mass of people, most of them of course members of their own crew, but there were a few unfamiliar faces, including that of a tall, dark haired woman dressed in a maid's attire.

 "What's going on?" he asked, his brow furrowed slightly. No sooner had these words passed his lips that Mia came bounding over.

 "Will! You can't just bloody sleep all day we have things to and there's people here and I'll be willing to bet that you didn't even notice and…." Mia's rants trailed off as she noticed Elizabeth, fully dressed in some fancy cream-colored gown, standing beside Will with her hand on his shoulder.

 "Good morning to you too, Amelia." Will replied, before turning to Elizabeth. "This is Elizabeth."

 "Hello." Mia said, slightly tentatively.

 "She's my wife." Will continued, slightly apprehensive of the confused look on Mia's face, which quickly turned to one of shock. Mia could feel heat rise to her face as her jaw dropped slightly, before she managed to stammer something rather incoherent, which was meant to sound like a 'well, that's nice' but came out as "You have a wife?!"

 And, to Mia's further embarrassment, when both Will and Elizabeth politely asked her to please repeat herself, she yet again exclaimed the uncouth "You have a wife?!" before she could stop herself. Her face became more and more heated until she was sure her face resembled a tomato, a deathly curse that most redheads faced. There was no doubt, in her mind, that this moment would forever be beheld as 'the day Mia revealed that she was a total and utter idiot'. But, to her relief, she did not seem to be the only one who was confused. Elizabeth sent a slightly confused glance over to Will, who was still standing on spot, the fact that he was in deep trouble beginning to dawn on him.

 "Yes, dear William here has a wife." Elizabeth said kindly to Mia, before turning back to Will. "What reasons would there be that he wouldn't wish for others to know about it?"

 "Honestly, Will, you never told me!" Mia continued in amazement. "Why not?"

 "She does have a point there." Elizabeth said, her hands on her hips as she stately cast a disapproving glance up at Will. "Why not?"

 Will, still looking aghast and not quite knowing what to do, opened his mouth and let out a slightly audible sound before Mia cut him off.

 "Will, what is wrong with you?!"

"I would have thought that, after I came all the way over seas, backtracking on Norrington's petty words that you would indeed be on this ship, I would have at least been able to rest assured that you had a simple intention of coming back!" Elizabeth said, her calm tone becoming slightly more heated. "I am your wife, William, and-"

 "Honestly, I would have told you if I were married!" Mia exclaimed. "Bill would have told you if he were married! Brett would have-"

 "We took vows to be faithful will, and I would have thought that being faithful included letting others know about your spouse-"

 "I'm bloody well sure that if Jack and Kris got married, they'd tell you! I mean, wouldn't you-"

 "I was planning on it!" Will exclaimed finally, causing both of the ill-tempered women to shut their mouths.

 "You were planning on telling everyone you were married?" Elizabeth said, raising an eyebrow.

 "I was planning on telling Mia we were married." Will said. "Most everyone else already knew. It's been rather hectichere, with trying to find the ships captain and all, who's still missing, and-"

 "Jack's gone?" Elizabeth interrupted. "What happened?"

 Will patiently explained all the happenings of the past few days to his wife as Mia listened on, making sure he didn't leave anything out. After a while, satisfied with each other's explanations and yet again basking in the other's presence, the two lovers retreated off to god knows where, leaving Mia standing in place.

 Mia would have been upset about being left alone, had there been one extremely important question left unanswered. She stopped the unfamiliar maid in her tracks as she scurried about.

 "Um, excuse me?" Mia said. The maid smiled widely.

 "Yes dear?"

 "How'd you get here?"

 The maid smiled again, her dark hair glinting in the bright sunlight. For some reason, although Mia couldn't exactly state what, she took an immediate liking to this woman. "Oh, I was sure someone was going to ask! Elizabeth, that woman you were just talking to, she got a letter from Port Royal explaining that Will was missing, and that the Black Pearl was spotted a few days before off the shore of Port Royal. She was on the way to England to visit relatives, but she was absolutely sick with worry about Will, so she had her father turn back the ship, and then, amazingly, we found you! Her father, believing what everyone told him about this ship having been reclaimed by honest merchants, simply dropped her and her maids off and headed back home. Isn't it exciting!" The woman looked around, her green eyes wide. "A real pirate ship!"

 "Uh, yeah." Mia replied, still slowly taking in what she had just been told. "Thank you, miss, uh…"

 "You can call me Eponine." The maid said cheerfully. "And no problem!"

 Mia said a rather distracted farewell and walked away, heading towards the bow of the ship. Without having any distractions, hurt slowly began to fill her. Will was married. She didn't know why it seemed so surprising, after all, he was a grown man, and a good looking one at that… very good looking… She had just been idiotic to let herself believe anything else…

 When a passing Brett had worriedly asked her why she was crying, she simply blamed her tears on worry for Kris. After all, she had made enough of an idiot out of herself for one day.