Disclaimer: Sadly, I still do not own Jack or anyone else, though Jack is the only on I care about seeing that I have now destroyed the Pearl, I still regret writing that…hmm well I don't own Will, Norrington or Elizabeth so yeah..stupid laws.

Author's Note: 8/4- Alright sorry this took so long but seeing that not many read this I doubt you even care. Anyway I lost it, I mean really, cleaning your room and putting papers with a bunch of others, later realizing that that was the pile you were tossing out—not so good of an idea! Anyway I finally got around to rewriting it, and I guess it's better I have no idea, but yeah….uh if anyone can think of a good title for this, unless I give it one while typing it up, I would be very thankful, and then you can take any movie from our Johnny Depp Selection you wish 

A New Beginning and Pleasant Memories

The guards and Norrington filed into the room looking at Elizabeth. He looked around carefully as he signaled to his men to check out the room. "Men," he called out to those who were not searching the room to leave and search the remaining rooms of the homes, "search and remained of the Turner home. You notice anything out of the ordinary, report back to me immediately," he demanded. Norrington shot a glance towards Elizabeth who remained calm as she spoke to Nathan or looked at the guards.

Will neared Elizabeth and pulled a chair towards her. Out of the three, he seemed to be the uneasiest. Nathan wasn't very sure what was going on, but his mother seemed calm, so there was nothing to worry about. Elizabeth smiled warmly to Will ad touched his cheek, giving him a look that told him not to worry. He smiled weakly to her as he watched the guards poke around the room, leaving nothing untouched or overturned, though always putting the item that had been moved back.

Under the thick wood boards that separated the three foot gap from the ground to the floor of the home above sat Jack and Kate. The two sat in silence listening to the muffled voices of the guards, Norrington, and occasionally Elizabeth or the nervous voice of Will fall through the small gaps between the floor boards. Where the carpet did not cover, shadows fell through, covers the small lines of light, as it moved over their faces. Kate's glance fell upon Jack, as his face remained titled up towards the floorboards. The upset Norrington came out from the general silence as foot steps soon filled the room and soon left the house altogether.

Though the signal was given that they could come up, neither moved. Only a fool would believe that the guards were truly gone. Norrington already had a few of his guards watching the Turner residence for any suspicious activity, and gave them orders to report to him if any was found. Will had moved the chair Elizabeth had been sitting in. The hardly noticeable trap door was lifted and he looked down upon the two pirates.

"If you continue down that path, it will lead you close to the shore," he said quietly as he pointed down the dark tunnel leading from their current spot. "You can take my ship as long as you bring it back as soon as possible." The last part had been added as a second thought. Knowing Jack, he had to specify he wanted his ship back for if he didn't, he knew something would happen to it.

The ship less gave Will a grateful smile and nodded, "I'll bring it back Will. Tis a promise, when however, I can't be sure," he grinned before he turned and headed down the underground path. Kate stayed back looking at Will for a moment as he gave an uncomfortable grin as she smirked and went on out after Jack, crawling on her hands and knees since it wasn't very tall tunnel.

Due to a few factors through the tunnel, not being able to se being one, the two emerged up from a small area behind a medium sized tavern, not far from the docks. Jack turned to help Kate to her feet as their eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight that washed over the island. It appeared to be early morning now. The searching of the house and crawling thought the pitch-black tunnel seemed to have taken more time then either had thought.

After dusting the dirt off her clothes as best she could, Kate headed off towards the docks. Jack caught and took the lead.

"Would 'ave been helpful if Will had told us the name of his ship," Jack said as Kate rolled her eyes.

"Yes, it would have, but it also would have been helpful if we never got caught in that blasted storm," she snapped, not in a great mood as she walked around the docks, looking for a ship that could possibly belong to the nervous man they had just left.

Jack sighed wondering why she always brought up things like that recently and had often been in bad moods. Lack of rum could possibly be the cause. Neither had been able to have much the past few days. Rum seemed to be a magical liquid that could put everyone on a good mood, after a few drinks the magic would start working, even with those who had no reason to be happy. As he continued down the water soaked decks of the dock, he stopped at a ship that had been named the Sacred Swan. He didn't need to think twice about this being Will's ship. The name said it all. The name was exactly how Will had thought of Miss Swann, and probably the way he still thought of her. "Kate, I've found it," he called out as the young female turned around and headed towards him, looking at the small but decent sized ship. She looked at the name of the ship and agreed. Much had been said of Will to know that the ship the two were looking at was the one they were to be taking.

"The sooner we leave the better," she pointed out as she watched a fishing ship or two pass. "We go now, they won't notice." She looked at him, her eyes washed over him, waiting for his answer before she grew impatient and boarded the ship. Jack sighed and followed her aboard. Why were women so impatient when it came down to a man making the decision? He wondered.

Loosening the ropes and throwing them onto the dock, the small ship soon began its journey to Tortuga. Jack was steering the small piece of floating wood, wishing that it were the Pearl. Nothing he would ever sail again could be compared to that perfect ship. He knew he would have to let go of his loss eventually, but now, only a day or two after losing this one true love, was far too soon to let go. With a heavy sigh he began to steer the ship out of the docks and away from the cursed port. Now, Port Royal wasn't really cursed mind you, though it always seemed to turn Jack's luck against him.

Kate remained up on deck sitting on a short wood crate as she looked down to the water. Her current position reminded Jack much of a child who had been told to remain seated as their curiosity had caused them to sit still, but twist their upper half around to see what was behind them. He smirked faintly to himself before he turned his concentration back to what was in front of him. She smiled as she looked at her moving reflection in the water that was being constantly ruined by the waves the Swan caused. She smiled childishly as she moved her hips and legs to the side of the box, straightening her back up again as she placed her chin over her hands that rested on the wood railing, and shut her eyes. Taking another deep breath, she decided to take a nap.

It wasn't long until she was fallen asleep. The relaxing rocking of the ship as it hit the constant rolling waves and the warmth of the sun along with the lack of energy helped the sleep come quicker as well as the dreams that followed.

A man snuck up behind a young looking lass walking around in a light green dress that showed off her hips nicely. Her hair was pulled back into a tight yet messy bun. Her lips were a lovely red, though not as bright as other women, meaning that she had possibly already had some business earlier that night. She had already received many looks, all followed by a second, or possibly a third and grin, which she ignored. Her sharp blue eyes looked around calmly. She was there for a reason, or more so, a person. She had noticed that a man, ten years older at least, had been following her for the last ten minutes. A smile graced her luscious lips as she turned down a dark alleyway. As she had hoped, the man followed. She stopped and the man slid up next to her. She grinned faintly as she put her back against the wall, looking over the fine specimen that stood before her. She took a small glance out towards the crowded streets, gave a wicked grin at a young women looking at them, and disappeared into the shadows to complete her business with her current customer. Within a few minutes, she walked out of the dark alleyway with a smile, brushing back a loose sting of hair, and tucking it behind her ear, and went on her way, looking for the next man she could please.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed since she had seen Jack, but drinking usually caused you to let the time slip by without much notice. She had a bottle of rum in her hand, nearly empty, along with two or three empty bottles littering the bed, and a pistol in her other free hand, loaded. She lay spread out on the bed, not giving a damn what anyone thought if they walked in, she was drunk, what was there to care? She watched the door open carefully as she cocked the gun, aiming at the figure that was slowly creeping into the room. The door shut quietly and he turned towards the bed and froze. For a few minutes, there was nothing but silence. The gun soon went off, barely missing his shoulder, and instead, went through the wood behind him, and then as put down after that. Silence once more settled in as Jack stared at her with wide eyes.

"What—"

"You bastard!" she yelled.

"Kate what are you talking about?" he asked nervously as she gave him yet another death glare.

"You know exactly what I am talking about Jack!" she yelled, her words, slurring together slightly as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and started towards him. "I saw you Jack. I saw you and that whore go down that bloody alleyway." She growled, spitting at his feet. "That was the last time Jack! I swear to you," she said with a great amount of anger and hurt, trying not to think of how stupid she was thinking that he could have kept his promise of only being with her. He tried to grab her arm as she stepped out of his reach, uttering a curse as she glared at him and left the room quickly.

Jack had followed her, catching her just before she walked off the gangplank. He turned her around, trying to be gentle, but her struggling caused his grip to tighten around her forearms. "Kate, listen, she meant nothing, just to much to drink, that's all," he tried to explain as she continued to glare at him, but had stopped struggling. "I didn't want ye to see that, I'm sorry ye did, but I wasn't in the right mind."

"But yer fine now Jack. Does that mean ye weren't in yer right mind you entered yer room but you are in it now?" she hissed.

Jack sighed and looked at her before quieting her with a kiss. It had indeed taken her off guard, and silenced her, and though he knew she'd never admit it, she enjoyed this part of making up. He pulled away and looked at her with his chocolate brown eyes and famous grin to which all women he knew had fallen for one time or another, or so he claimed.

"Don't think that a bloody kiss will clear it all up Sparrow," she warned, however, moving away from the gangplank and back onto the deck of the Pearl.

"Kate?" Jack asked causing her to stir from her sleep as she looked up to him, wondering how long she had been asleep.

"Aye?" she said, turning around slowly, facing him as she looked around the small ship.

He shook his head with a small smile and continued sailing. She stared up at him, thinking about her dream, or memory since it really was from their past, around the time they first had become somewhat of a couple. She sighed faintly as she thought of the Pearl. She had grown rather found of it, knowing she never would love it as much as Jack, but still that ship was her ticket to freedom as well, not just his.

Reviews

All-Star Dog: Yes watch it again! You can never get to much of it! And thanks for reading my fanfic  This is the first one I'm actually letting people read, usually I feel selfish and keep them to myself.

NCL: Yes, no more Pearl, I am sorry but think about how hard it is for me okay? And I could never kill off Jack…okay well not that early on in the story :D Yes I know I am evil for thinking such things, but there have been worse, but thanks for leaving a review. Sorry for the lack of exciting escape scene there, I know this one wasn't that great either, if you can even call it an escape scene, but hey, there was no one stopping them from walking away.

Mystic Moon Maiden: Yes I like Kate too, your not supposed to know much about her, seeing that I don't even know how the heck she met Jack. But if you do know, please let me know, lol, it may make for a future chapter. Anyway, thanks for your review, I'm glad you like it. Also if could or anyone reading this could inform me of how to really reply to reviews instead of typing them along with my story it would help!

Frank (tropical fishy girl) I'm gonna call you Frank cause there's no way I am typing all of your name out okay? I type the story, and give you a new easy name, so now you are named after one of my friend's little army men. I plan to keep writing, and I'm glad you and everyone else seem to like it.

Jethril: Why the Pearl? Well its not like he has a car I could destroy….but thanks for your review.