Chapter 2

**Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone who so far review my little story, Thank You! It truly meant a lot to me. Now here's the eager awaited ch 2...Read on and Review! There might be mild language in this one, so beware...**

Jack Sparrow squinted as they left the small cavern, blinking into the sunlight. "Will, does it seems brighter out 'ere since we've been in there?" He clutched his head as a strong headache approached him.

"No, but that pint of rum you drowned yourself in might be the culprit." He laughed.

Jack and himself struggled to get the mysterious chest back on to the pearl, which was docked right off shore of the small Caribbean Island. Will paused a second and made Jack comically fall back a step.

"Wait, you knew all along didn't you? I knew there must have been a reason for you to drag Elizabeth and I here." His look changed from bemused to that of befuddlement.

"Why, did you think I asked you to come so you could break out that ridiculous feather hat of yours? Nye, I knew your father would want you to see this." Jack raised his arm triumphantly. "So I brought you and 'ere we are" He picked up his end of the chest and they carried on towards the ship.

The pair were barely ten feet away when Will paused again. He looked up and saw an almost ethereal figure leaning against the deck of the ship. Her light brown hair curling in a wave behind her, the skirts of her dress doing the same in the afternoon breeze. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the tall brown coifed man walking towards the ship. Her heart gave a sporadic jolt as his dewy brown eyes met hers.

Elizabeth Swann, the prestigious Governor of Port Royale's daughter. Raised by British standards, but with an adventurous rogue for a heart. She giggled with joy. William was finally back after the canard romp Jack had set him on. Her opinion, which can tend to waver frequently due to his swaying heroics, Jack Sparrow was a rueful pirate who was a genius when he needed to be and a drunkard when he shouldn't have.

Back on Shore Captain Sparrow looked at the ship. "There she is a most beautiful lass in all her windy glory." Jack sounded almost wistful in his description.

Will nearly hit him. "Like Elizabeth would ever go for you when she can have me." He growled in response.

Jack heaved a heavy sigh. "How much more pathetic can you get, I wasn't talking about Elizabeth, I was talking about my gal. The Black Pearl, fastest ship in all the Caribbean." He wiped a mock tear from his eye.

Will nearly ran to the small boat they had docked at the bay to row out towards the ominously majestic ship with black sails. He hauled the Chest into the boat and silently prayed for the barely seaworthy boat to hold the extraneous weight. They rowed out silently, Will watched same spurts of water trickle over the side. The water hit the chest in between Himself and Jack, it seemed to wash off a little of the grime that accumulated on it over the years. What was revealed was most surprising. In shining gold script, carved into the lower side of the chest was the message: "This Chest and it's Plunder belongs to Bootstrap W. Turner" Will nearly dropped his oars at once.

"Jack, This chest was my father's and therefore it's mine." His heart gave an ecstatic beat.

Jack looked up at the man sitting in front of him that had momentarily just showed a little of his inner child. The joy of finally finding something to link himself with his father, was more than Jack could withstand.

"Yes, what's inside is both good and bad, though one might out weigh the other." Jack looked into his eyes. He wore a rare serious expression that mildly frightened Will.

Once they reached the pearl, The quatermaster Gibbs was assisted by the firstmate Ana Maria, as they hung ropes down to try to pull the chest up.

Jack called up after him as he scaled the rope ladder. "Don't open that chest any of you scurvy dogs, That there is Will's past and his alone." He made it up and waited for Will.

Elizabeth strode over to the Captain as he placed his Tri-cornered hat on his head. " What's this about Will's past? Your not pulling any trickery are you Sparrow?" Her fiery tone changed quickly from nonchalant to threatening.

"No, lass but prepare yourself to both comfort and congratulate Ole William over there." He pointed to where Will had just swung himself up onto the deck.

"William!" Elizabeth ran to him. He had his arms outstretched. Once she was near he wrapped them around her, pulling her into a kiss.

Once finished their greeting, Will flung off his burgundy cape and kneeled next to the chest.