A/N: I sadly don't own POTC or any of their characters. Excuse some typos you might find, or some factually incorrect stuff in this fic. It's my first one, so be nice and please R&R!
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For two years Jack scouted the Caribbean with his loyal crew, Will demanded to have Elizabeth and Baby Jack come with him but he wouldn't allow Will or his family to come. The last place Jack would possibly look would be Isla de Muerta because that was where they hid most of their treasure and surprisingly treasure didn't pass through his mind at all for two years. On a fateful day Jack thought about nothing but Nicollet and he fell asleep and dreamt of the first time they sailed to Isla de Muerta.

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Inside one of Jack's dreams…

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Jack turned The Black Pearl's wheel to the right, looking over through dark-lined eyes to his girlfriend. She was looking out to the clear blue water sloshing around outside their boat.

"Where are we going? I've never been on this route before," the lady pirate, Nicollet, asked.

"We're going Isla de Muerta, luv. My bloody island shaped like a bloody skull. It is an island that cannot be found, except by those who already know where it is."

As they neared the island Nicollet's eyes grew with great interest and amazement. Jack draped one arm over her shoulders and smiled. The two of them took a rowboat out to the island and as the water got shallower, gold and silver coins could be seen shimmering in the sand.

"Oh, Jack, it's beautiful!" Nicollet exclaimed as they stepped out onto the beach, which also had coins scattered here and there.

"Aye," he responded quietly, picking up a bottle of rum and handing it to her. They drank until the sun sunk to the horizon and the Black Pearl made its way to where they were, and Gibbs had circled the island several times waiting for them.

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End of the dream
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They were docked in Tortuga for the night while they stocked up on supplies. Jack sat upright in bed, his shirt soaked with sweat. He must've woke everyone sleeping by running to the crew's bed's and hollering, "WAKE UP YOU BLOODY PIRATES! ALL HANDS TO THE DECK! RAISE THE SAILS!"

"Mother's love, Jack! You know better than to wake a man when he's sleepin'!" Gibbs yelled, clambering out of bed and onto the deck.

"I know where she's at; she's got to be there. It's the only place left in the Spanish Main!"

Jack raced to the deck and whipped out his compass that points to Isla de Muerta and they immediately took of. At the minimum I'd take two days to get there, and Jack was very well aware of this. A day after his dream he sat behind the wheel of his ship humming the song Elizabeth had taught him the second time Barbossa stranded him on that godforsaken spit of land.

"Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me. Yo, ho, yo, ho, it's a pirate's life for me ...drink up me hearties, yo, ho…"

He suddenly stops and lets go of the Black Pearl's wheel, shouting out an order. "DROP THE STARBOARD ANCHOR!"

The anchor drops and AnaMaria can't help but smirk as it rocks the boat fiercely, and Jack flies forward.

"Bloody hell!" He muttered, rubbing his sore backside for a moment.

Jack, AnaMaria, Mister Gibbs and a few other crew members on the Pearl joined Jack in the rowboat, rowing into Isla de Muerta.

"Gibbs you take left, I'll go straight, Jack you take the right and everyone else fan out as you will," AnaMaria announced, grabbing a stick off the ground and using it as a walking stick.

Jack walked about half a mile until he discovered two sets of footprints. Whatever they came from, they walked side by side, and they didn't have a form. There were more like big holes in the sand because the tide had splashed up some and messed them up. He followed the prints to a boat and he nudged it a bit with his boot. It was more like a raft made wood tied together. He walked around the construction and noticed the footprints stopped, and something had been dragged through the sand instead. Something obviously heavy, because the mark in the sand it made was as deep as the footprints. Jack's curiously got the better of him like it had his whole life and he walked on for a while more, looking up and gasping for air.

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A/N: Oooh, don't you love cliffhangers:) Well if I get another nice review I'll add the next chapter soon. I'm adding some more image to Jack; I notice he's not quite as witty and sarcastic as he's portrayed in the movie. I'm working on that now.