Disclaimer: I own nothing. By the way, all my dates are listed supposing that the movie happened in the mid 1720s. So 20 years before that would be around 1705, savvy?
Jack took his leave of the lad and wandered off down the beach in the opposite direction. It must have been the lightening bolt, he thought. It must have created a time distortion thingamajig. He sat down in the sand, wracking his brains for a way to get back to his own time. Finally he sighed and decided that he should make the best of being 20 years in the past. First he would have to find himself a good pub to raise his spirits. Jingling in his pockets were a few coins, enough to buy him a bit of rum and lodging for the night. He made his way to the town.
In a seedier part of the settlement Jack found just what he was looking for. It was a run-down old inn with a sign marked The Turncoat's Tavern dangling by one corner from its iron bracket. The pirate pushed in the peeling door and plunked a few coins on the bar. The grizzly bartender shoved a pewter tankard into his hands. Jack sipped away, carelessly glancing around the establishment. There were a few scruffy patrons sitting at a nearby table but otherwise it was empty. Jack motioned for the barkeep's attention.
"Do you have a room open, mate?" the captain asked, finishing up the last dregs at the bottom of his tankard.
The bartender nodded and pointed up the stairs. "Take yer pick. It'll be seven of those coins of yers."
Jack paid the man and sauntered up the rickety staircase. He found a room with a window displaying the fort, dock, and edge of the town. He pulled off his jacket and hat and hung them on a dusty chair. He suddenly noticed a new ship sailing into the bay. He recognized it instantly. It was the Pearl.
Captain Sparrow danced down the stairs on the balls of his feet. His lovely Black Pearl was in the harbor, and, at this time, was captained by no other than his past self! He ripped through the creaking door and hid close to the dock. He did not remember ever sailing his ship into Port Royal, but it had been 20 years ago. He watched them drop anchor and pay the cost needed to tie up a boat in the bay. A couple of naval officers had their eyes fixed on the newcomers, but they were not causing trouble. Yet.
The sailors on the Pearl did not get off the ship, so Jack decided to mosey back to his room and watch from there. He got back to the Turncoat's Tavern and went up to his lodging. He flopped onto the bed from which he could still get a good view out the window. But the lull of birdsong and the waves washing up onto shore made his eyelids grow heavier and heavier. Soon he was snoring peacefully without a care in the world.
When Jack finally awoke it was dusk. He was absolutely famished, so he went downstairs and used the last of his money to buy a meal. But soon afterwards his pockets were again chinking with the contents of another man's pocketbook. It was so easy to pluck the thing from the guy's coat pocket when he was sitting next to Jack. The pirate captain allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction as he strolled the moonlit streets freely. He stopped on the dock to admire his ship. The carved woman on the front had never looked more beautiful with the bird in her outstretched hands. The sails were flapping loosely in the night breeze and the waves lapped softly against the hull. Jack saw movement on deck and quickly dashed behind a tree. He did not want to alert his younger self of his presence until the opportune moment.
