The night was rather sticky with the humid weather and the stars shone very brightly. It was a clear night, a perfect night for sailing. Will and Elizabeth moved down the dirt streets, following the directions that had been given to them. It seemed that they wern't very clear though, it looked as though they were just scribbled down with no thought at all..

"Will, we were here before," said Elizabeth.

"No we wern't," said Will looking at the piece of paper, holding it up out of his shadow in hope that the moonlight would hit it and he would suddendly see something he had missed before.

"Yes we were," she argued.

"No we wern't," he kept looking at the piece of paper.

"YES WE WERE!" said Elizabeth. "Sorry, I have been so ummm.... grumpy... I... ummm," she looked up at Will and gave him a look that said, 'you know what I mean.'

"Oh... OH, ok. I thought that was last week though. You were rather grumpy then too," said Will.

"I was not grumpy," said Elizabeth.

Will looked at her and nodded, "Oh, yes you were."

"NO I WASN'T!"

They didn't say another word for a long time. Will kept leading them the wrong way it seemed. To Elizabeth it appeared that they had just walked around the whole intire port. She was getting hot and she wished to take a drink of water from the local well. As she pulled up the barrel with the kool water inside she looked into it.

"Will...." a tear fell down her cheeks.

"Oh god not this again!" He walked over to her, resting his hand on her shoulder.

"My hair! It isn't perfect at all! It is supposed to always be perfect!" she sobbed.

"When was the last time it was perfect? It's only hair."

"Only hair? ONLY HAIR!? It's not only hair. And for your information it was perfect in Pirates of the Caribbean: the curse of the black pearl!"

"Darling, this is a story. The readers can't see your hair," he shakes his head, "Oh, hello there. I didn't see you there. Reading this. I hope you like it," said Will to the readers (that would be you. As in you, reading this).

Elizabeth chipped in, "Oh yes, I do hope you like it." She looked at Will and got back to the story, "Will, maybe we should ask someone for directions?"

"No," said he as he started walking down the streets once again. After ten minutes of looking Elizabeth spoke.

"Maybe we should just ask someone."

"No."

"Could you at least let me have that piece of paper?" He then shoved it into Elizabeths hands. They then walked some more until Elizabeth spotted a man who was sitting on a rock. Will kept walking, looking at everything.

She then stoped and whispered in the man's ear, "can you tell me where this place is?" She handed him the piece of paper. "He dosen't want to ask for directions."

The man winked at her, took the piece of paper, read it and looked at her, "here you go." He handed it back to her.

"Well?" she questioned. He smiled and pointed behind her. "Thank you," she said to him and then yelled to Will, "Will! Will!"

He turned, "Yes?"

She then pointed to the door.

"Oh, yes, I told you that I could find where this place was without any help!"

They then started to move their way to the door. It was a small home, and looked to be a little shabby looking. Will looked at the oak door and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. A mumbling came from behind the door, the sound of footsteps and then,"Come in!"

Will and Elizabeth walked into the house that smelled of wet dog and body oder. Even though the smell of the house was almost unbearable, there were wonderious paintings on the walls, strong wooden furniture, overall the house was decorated with style and looked like the house of a rich man.

A man sat on a chair. His dark brown hair hung in messy curls, a patch over one of his eyes, and he wore an outfit that was tattered and old. "Sit down.... I insist." He held his hand out, showing them the other couch that to the side of him. The two of them sat down and as they did they could feel the softness of the couch. Elizabeth thought, now is this the man who took my father? At the same time Will thought, where is Jack?

"Sit right here love..." said the man as he showed Jack a chair. "I will be right back!" He then made a kissy face and walked around the corner to where the kitchen was.

Jack did as he was told and looked around the house. This man had a lot of money, you could tell my the fashion of his home. It seemed that only the best of the best was in his house and the man informed Jack before that he had many houses.

The raven haired man walked into the room again with two glasses in his hand. He have one to Jack and he said to him, "It is a rare occasion to meet such a fine women. To this we must have a toast. What would you like? Some of my grandfathers red wine? It is of the best year."

"I would like some rum," said Jack in a rather high pitched voice. Jack fluttered his eyelashes as he said it.

"Aye my sweet. I will get us some rum," he left the room and came back with a large bottle of rum. He then poard some into Jacks glass and some into his own. Raven Jone sat on a couch and patted the seat next to him. Jack picked up on what he wanted and sat next to him. "You are such a beautiful women! You seem to fair but yet so rugged. I do not know what it is that makes me have this feeling for you. Could it be your gentel brown eyes, your sweet rosie lips..." He started to lean closer to Jack and started to put his hand on Jacks leg once again, "your thick strong leg..." it moved upward, "or your..." The mans moved his hand up. At once Jack slapped it away and stood up. Jack didn't really need to be gropped at. He did in fact like women himself. How can this man be so stupid, thought Jack, I even know the difference from a man and a woman.

"Could it be my rather broad shoulders? Hmmm? Or my large eyebrows? My face that feels as though there was once hair upon it?" said Jack in his deep voice. Jack was giving himself away. He thought that the man would pick up on it.

"YES! yes! That's it! You are so different! Not like any other women I have met before in my life!" He then got up and charged at Jack pushing him against the wall. "Give me a kiss!"

Jack struggled to get away. For some reason this man was rather strong. "No!" he said as he moved his head back and forth.

"Kissy kissy!" Yelled the man, puckering his lips at Jack.

"NO!" Jack then pushed the man away from him. And ran behind the couch. Raven Jone was on the opposite side looking at Jack.

"Rose! Why do you wish not to love me?" His dark eyes looked watered and his face confused.

"BECAUSE I AM A MAN!!!" Yelled Jack.

"Rosie?! I don't understand. Why would you lie to me?" At this the man charged once again at Jack and pinned him against the wall. "KISSY KISSY!" Yelled the man.

"Nnnnnnnoooooo!" At that moment Raven Jone put his lips against Jacks and have him a big wet one. Jack got away once again and pointed at the man, "You are sick!"

"Tell me that you didn't like that? Be honest!"

"I hated it! I am a man!"

"No you arn't!"

"Yes I am! You just don't understand. There is no getting to you!" He then took a vase that was sitting on a near by table and charged at the man. Jack then smashed it upon his head and the man fell to the ground unconsious.

He looked around the house again and decided to loot it. I mean. There was not a soul in the house and it was filled with such treasures. He then started to adventure through the house, grabbing money, rum, and other items of value.