"My name is Sarah Bragan. I'm perfectly fine, although I appreciate your concern," she said, a slight Irish accent highlighting her words.

Will barely got done introducing himself when the heap behind him got shakily to its feet and pointed a dirty finger at Sarah.

"Witch! You can only be a witch! You're gonna hang, you bleedin' witch," the man yelled, his words slurring together. In a split second, Sarah had traversed the space between the man and herself and had him pinned against the wall.

"First of all, miscreant, I could have killed you when you attacked me but I didn't, so be grateful. Secondly, I'm not a witch. I'm a vampire." Throwing him aside, Sarah shook her head.

"Get out of here." The terrified man staggered out of the alley, not looking back.

Sarah turned to Will, an expectant look on her face. "Well?"

"Well what?" He stared back at her as if this happened every day, deciding to keep his shock to himself.

"You're looking at a vampire. Aren't you the least bit surprised?" Will shook his head.

"I've encountered more than you can imagine. Now, I'd like to get home to my wife. Have a good night and try not to hurt anyone else."

With that, Will walked calmly past Sarah who just smiled and shook her head.

"Will? Is that you?" Elizabeth's sleep filled voice carried heavily across the dark bedroom of their home.

"Yes." Will slid under the covers of the bed, feeling as if he could fall asleep at that exact moment.

"Why were you so late?" Elizabeth tried to hide the anger in her voice. Will sat up and looked down at her.

"The past few weeks have been crazy. All of the soldiers in the area are ordering swords and it's my responsibility to make them."

Elizabeth silently nodded and turned on her side. Will stared at her for a few moments than laid down again.

The port bustled more than usual. The heavy black clouds hanging overhead signaled an oncoming storm that no one wanted to deal with. Jack Sparrow stood aside with his arms crossed, taking in everything that was in front of him. Everything seemed to be the same as when he was last there, three years ago. However, he knew something was up. He could feel it in the air, crackling around him. Jack had felt that same energy tingling in the air when he had been around those damn pirate zombies. He had felt in himself when he had been transformed. And now here it was again. Something was going to happen. Jack could feel it.

Sarah walked slowly down the dock, her eyes shifting from the people around her to the endless waters surrounding her. Cursing herself for being this stupid, she continued to make her way down the dock.

'Great, running water is one of your biggest weaknesses and here you are, encircled by it.'

"Thief! Get him!"

A boy raced past her, accidentally pushing her backwards. As if in slow motion, Sarah felt her boots slip off the dock planks. The water was an icy shock to her system and immediately she was pulled under by the strong current. Struggling to reach the surface, she only succeeded in sinking to the bottom faster. Blackness invaded her vision.

'So this is it. An immortal drowning. Ironic, really.'

Hazily, she heard a splash above her and hands encircling her waist, pulling her upward. Through her daze, she felt wind hitting her face. Slowly she opened her eyes and found herself staring up at a man.

"Jack," she whispered. She could tell he was shocked. "Didn't think I'd remember you, eh?" She struggled to sit up. Bracing his hand on her back, Jack looked down at her. Of all the women he expected to pull out of the ocean, Sarah Bragan was the last one.

Memories flooded back in his mind. He had met Sarah five years ago, a little while after that blasted mutiny. They had had a quick affair and she had disappeared from his life, presumably forever. Jack had recovered by burying himself in booze and women.

Standing up, Jack started to cross the beach.

"Jack!" Sarah was on her feet in an instant. She sprinted to catch up to him. "Jack Sparrow! Is this any way to treat a lady," she asked playfully.

Jack kept on walking, his eyes trained on some point in the distance. "It's Captain Jack Sparrow. And last time I checked, you weren't a lady."

The smile and playful attitude disappeared from Sarah's face. "What's wrong, Jack?"

"Oh nothing, I imagine. You disappear and I'm supposed to welcome you with open arms, is that it? Well, poppit, that's not how it works."

Sarah narrowed her eyes. "So you still hold grudges huh? Well what's the matter Jack? Can't the player get played? Or did you actually think I had feelings for you? You think I wanted to stay with you? A worthless pirate?"

Jack spun around to face, his hands grasping her shoulders tightly. "It's a lucky thing, kitten, that you're a woman. Otherwise I would have to teach you a thing or two about what to say about pirates."

Sarah tilted her head slightly. "I'm not scared, Jack. You should know that by now."

Jack looked at her and released his grip. He suddenly had the feeling they was being watched. He glanced around, his eyes as sharp as an eagles'.

"What's wrong, Jack," Sarah asked, her voice devoid of any attitude that had previously been there.

"I'm not sure…" Jack couldn't shake the wretched feeling of being watched. "Sarah, I don't know why you're here but I'd advise you to stay away from anything going on. Something isn't right."

"Aw, that's sweet, Jack. Are you concerned for my well being?"

Jack turned back to her and gave her his most seductive smile. "That wasn't concern, love. That was protecting MY assets."

Sarah clenched her teeth. "Jack Sparrow, if you think that you own me, in any way, shape, or form…well you have something to learn." Sarah started to stalk off in the direction of the tavern she was staying in.

"That's CAPTAIN!!" Jack grinned at Sarah's retreating form.

'Now, time to get down to business.'

Will and Elizabeth were in the formal dining room when James, a servant employed by the governor, knocked and came in.

"My lord, there is a….gentleman asking to see you. He says it is terribly urgent."

Elizabeth looked over at Will. "Were you expecting anybody?"

Will shook his head, as confused as Elizabeth. "Send him in, James."

A few moments later, the doors burst open again and Jack stood in the entryway. "Jack!"

Will stood and shook Jack's hand. "I was wondering when you would stop by, Sparrow."

"Well, Turner, I figured it was time for a visit. Hello, Elizabeth."

The bland smile that met him struck him with surprise. Will looked at the floor and sighed. "Come on Jack."

"What's the matter with Elizabeth?" Jack sat down on one of the elaborate lawn chairs in the garden surrounding the Swann home. Will sat across from him.

"We haven't spent much time together these past few months. My work is extremely time consuming-"

"Do you still practice sword play for three hours or have you found another suitable activity for that time," Jack asked, a sly smile making its way onto his face.

Will rolled his eyes. "We live in her father's household. Make your own conclusions."

Jack shook his head. "That's a shame. A woman like her, any number of men would love to have her in bed."

Will clutched his fists. "That's enough, Jack."

A few minutes of silence passed. "Will, have you noticed anything strange around Port Royal lately?"

"If a vampire is strange, then yes."

Jack sat up from his reclined position. "A vampire. Interesting. What'd it look like?"

"She was gorgeous, to tell the truth, if not a little mysterious. Black hair, dark eyes, tiny. You'd think she was an innocent child if you didn't know her."

Jack felt like he had been punched in the stomach. It couldn't be her. Sarah was NOT a vampire.

"Jack, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"No, not this time. Just a vampire. Will, keep Elizabeth and yourself in this house until I get back. When I was at the dock today, I had a feeling I was being watched. If I was right, then I'm probably being followed. Keep an eye out for anything suspicious. I'll be back as soon as I can." He stood and left a confused Will in the gardens.

Sarah was almost asleep when a knock pulled her from slumber. She opened the door, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Jack felt an urge to hold her tightly. 'Damn it, Jack. You're a pirate! Pillage, plunder, all that rubbish. Pirates don't fall in love with their women!'

Sarah saw Jack staring at her and took a step back. "I'm not in the mood for another argument, Jack."

"I'm not here to argue. I want some answers."

"Are you pulling up the past again?" Jack stepped inside her room and shut the door. "Yes. Only it's not the past you think it is. Why didn't you tell me you were a vampire?"

Sarah froze in the process of pulling her robe on. "Jack…I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, that's funny. Because, now that you mention it, it's all coming together. All those times you were weak at night because you were with me. You didn't get to feed did you? And today, at the dock. Running water…is any of this getting through to you, Sarah?" He took a step closer to her. "I won't hurt you. Just tell me," he said gently. She looked up at him and it was then that he noticed her teeth.