Thanks for all your pretty reviews! I have more than one person reading my fic! Okay, We're going over to POTC now, I'll try to make this one longer, but it might not happen. Sorry for all the random Wallflowers quotes, I'm listening to it right now. Oh yeah, and kudos to anyone who knows what who or what the Sunday Silence was. So, the show must go on!

Oh yeah, and the disclaimer and all that, not mine, just the plot and bad dialogue.

"Ho! Jack! Jack!" Will Turner ran over the dock, his boots clicking against the hard wood as he searched for the absent captain. A young sailor poked his head up from below decks in a nearby boat.

"You! Keep your voice down," he ordered.

"Me?" Will asked, confused.

"Yes you. I can take ye to Jack,"

"What? Where?" Will ran to the sailor. "He was supposed to be here weeks ago. He did tell us the right day to be looking for him, right?"

"Yes, you were informed correctly. The Commodore got wind that he was coming to Port Royal, so he had to hide for a bit. Follow me," the sailor led Will down into the ship and through a maze of hallways and cabins.

"Are you sure you don't need to blindfold me?" Will muttered.

"That won't be necessary, that's what the passages are for," the narrator replied.

"Who are you?" Will asked, looking up.

"Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu. How long an hour can take When you're staring into open space, when I feel I'm slipping further away, I remember that everyday, I get a little bit closer to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. What? Did you say something?" the narrator asked.

"Who are you and what are you singing?"

"I'm sorry too but don't give up on me- Oh, I'm the narrator and I'm singing Closer to You by the Wallflowers. Wait, maybe I shouldn't be telling you about the music of the future. Forget everything I just said,"

"Who were you talking to?" the sailor asked.

"Me? I wasn't talking to anyone. You must be hearing things," Will replied. Finally they reached a small closet of a room and the sailor knocked thrice upon the door.

"Hehe, funny language,"

"Who's there?" came a familiar voice from inside.

"It's me Cap'n. I've got Mr. Turner with me sir," The door promptly opened and Jack stuck his head out.

"Thank you Jake. Come in Will," Will hurried inside and the Jack closed the door. He surveyed the small room. It was neat as a pin, though there was hardly room for a mess.

"Isn't anything of yours ever messy?" he asked.

"Of course not, he's Captain Jack Sparrow, the perfect man and perfect match for-" the narrator stopped as both men stared at the ceiling.

"Forget I just said that," they stopped staring.

"Anyway, I've been looking for you for days. I guess my scouts were just never outside at the same time as you. I couldn't get out to visit you and Elizabeth because out dear friend Norrington knows I'm supposed to be here. And that you're supposed to be visiting me. Lucky us," Jack grimaced.

"Well, I need to talk to you too. Elizabeth is missing,"

"What? Again?" Jack asked, looking surprised. "There's no Captain Barbossa to capture her again. Do you know what happened?"

"No. All I have is this letter she left on her dresser before she left,"

"Can I see it?"

"Yes, here it is," Will handed Jack an envelope of all things, one that had a very strange seal looking strangely like Hogwarts'. He opened it, and inside were two pieces of paper. The first read as follows.

Dear Miss Swan,

We are pleased to tell you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are sorry for the inconvenience this might cause at your age, but we have only recently discovered a technique of transporting prospective witches and wizards from the past. These personages would otherwise not have been contacted, or informed that they had magic of any sort if we did not send these letters. You are our first attempt, as we thought it wise not to try this the first time with a child. If you accept our invitation to join us, please go to the ninth pier from the left on September 1st at 11:00 sharp. You will be given further directions from there. Thank you,

Albus Dembledore

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

"I can't make anything of it," Jack admitted. "It sounds like some kind of joke, but it's too detailed. Let's have a look at the other one," Jack picked up the second piece of paper. It was a list. "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1? By Miranda Goshawk? This is definitely too detailed to be a joke. But, what can we do?"

"I don't know, I would have thought you would have an idea. You always do,"

"And he still does. You're going to go down to the pier. And he never runs out of ideas. He's perfect," the narrator announced. "YYYYYYYOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU! I love this song. Oh yeah, and you didn't hear any of that Will, but Jack just thought it in his head. Thank you and good night. How soft a whisper can be,"

"Wait. I have an idea now. Maybe we should go to the pier!"

"You always know what to do, Jack. You always plan these things from the very beginning!"

"Of course he does! He's Captain Jack Sparrow!" the narrator whispered. The two paused.

"Did you hear something?" asked Will.

"No, mate, you must be hearing things. Not a surprise," he muttered under his breath. They left the ship, which Will soon learned was actually the Black Pearl with a new paint job so as not to be recognized. They reached the ninth pier eventually, but it took some time because Will said it was two over, but when they got there they realized it was where the Pearl had been. Thanks Will.

"So what do we do now? It's not like a piece of paper is just going to blow out of nowhere into our faces that tells us where she went," Will commented. Just then, a small piece of paper blew out of nowhere right into his face. He looked at it.

The second to last ship from the end of the pier is the one you want. The captain will explain further.

Albus Dumbledore

"Will, you are just so brilliant you know that," the narrator smiled at him. "If you keep saying stupid stuff like that, it just might keep coming true, ya know? Oh yeah, and neither of you heard that,"

"I cannot believe that just happened. You should say stupidly obvious stuff more often Will," Jack remarked. "Now let's go see whose ship that is, if it's the same one. It's been almost four hours since she "left", but we may still find something," Will and Jack walked to the end of the dock and looked at the second to last ship. It was of medium size, and looked like a trading vessel of some kind.

"I know that ship! It' the Sunday Silence! Her captain is a friend of mine. He works sugarcane trade from here to England. He won't mind a visit from his old mate, I'm sure. Let's just drop in shall we?"

Elizabeth looked at the doorway with mixed feelings. Captain Bill said it was a portal to England, but in another time. It seemed hard to believe, but a joke would hardly go this far. It would do no harm to just walk through the door, would it? Elizabeth took one last look at the Captain. He looked solemn.

"Good luck, Lady Elizabeth. You must be special indeed if Dumbledore would want you to be the first to try this. When you get to the other side, a friend of mine'll be waiting for ye. His name's Hagrid. Now he's a big fellow, but don't be scared. He wouldn't hurt a fly. He'll show ye where to go and he'll have your things for ye. Off ye go now," he waved her towards the door. She looked at it one last time, closed her eyes and stepped through. It felt as though she were being sucked down a drain. She whirled down, farther and farther, then it felt as though she were going back up. She instinctively pulled her elbows in and glued her legs together. Suddenly, it was over. The feeling stopped and Elizabeth fell out of a doorway on to her hands and knees.

"There ye are," came a deep voice from high above her. "I been wondering when ye would get here,"

To be continued...Because I have writers block and have to take a shower. Thanks for reading, it's my longest chap yet, and if you review I'll write more. So go on, REVIEW!