Hey everyone! This chapter is just really a filler chapter. I hope you like it. Sorry for taking so long, you all know how life is…stupid life, getting in the way. No, I'm kidding, I love life. I hope you like it, the adventure should get underway shortly.

Chapter Two: Victoria

Twenty Years Later:

Anamaria leaned on the wheel of the Black Pearl and swore under her breath. Deep fog held the town of Tortuga under hostage. It plumed and swam in tendril up and down the deck of the ship and across the sea so deeply Anamaria couldn't see where she was steering. Now they waited somewhere off the shore until it cleared and they could dock properly.

Moving away from the wheel, she stepped lightly down the stairs and walked swiftly towards the captain's cabin. There was silence on the other side of the door and an acute crispness to the air leaking through it. Jack had been in a foul mood all day and had retreated to his cabin a few hours ago.

Taking a deep breath, Anamaria knocked on the door and was greeted by silence. She knocked again, harder but there was still nothing. Making up her mind, she pushed into the room.

Jack was at a table in the corner, hunched over a few maps and a dying candle. He didn't look up until she had shut the door and locked it behind her. "What do you want?" He growled. Anamaria said nothing but crossed the room and stood at his shoulder, eyeing the maps. "I said, what do you…"

Reaching down, she placed a hand firmly on his mouth, silencing him. "The fog is still to thick to see Tortuga." She dropped her hand. "I thought you'd be wanting some company."

Jack smiled slightly and got to his feet. Towering over her, he raised a dark eyebrow. "You're wrong." He said. Anamaria laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She kissed him softly on the lips before he grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Her hold on him, however, was strong and he landed next to her, laughing. They were just getting started on what promised to be a good time waster when there was another knock on the door and Gibbs' voice came in through the door.

"Sir, the fog is breaking." Jack pounded a fist on the mattress and got to his feet, pulling his shirt back over his head. Anamaria groaned and stared at the ceiling. If Gibbs' voice wasn't a sufficient mood breaker, she didn't know what was.

The men on deck were shouting orders and rushing around when Jack and Anamaria rejoined them. The land was just visible nearby through the white mist. They'd be able to dock and get supplies.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen." Jack called. The men chuckled and leaned on the railing. "We take three boats down. Five men to a boat. Find what you can and meet back here at noon."

Some scattered cheers and grumbles issued across the deck but the good captain ignored them. He went with Anamaria, Gibbs, Stebbins and Christopher. The town was bathed in mist but it really didn't bother them at all.

Tortuga was as Jack had always loved only the day time was a little more tame then the night life. Prostitutes were aplenty, drunks stumbled here and there, the occasional sailor was passed out with a donkey in a hay stack and old men pinched young ladies (and men's) rears. It was home sweet home. If he's been paying even the slightest bit of attention, Jack would have noticed the dark figure watching him from the shadows of buildings as they moved up the street…

Port Royal was quiet for the noon. A storm earlier that morning had driven most people into the shelter of their homes or shops but Will Turner wasn't one of them. He moved through the now drizzling rain easily, side stepping muddy patches and other soaked people.

His smithy was like a cold sanctuary from the even colder rain outside. He was glad he'd fixed the holes in the roof the other day but some rain still managed to come in through the beams above him. Rubbing his hands on his arms, he crossed the forage and opened the stall at the other in, pulling out the donkey. The old one had died a few years ago, much to his young daughter's displeasure, but she'd renamed the new one…Jack of all things.

Will smiled, thinking of the name's irony and hooked the animal up to the special machine he'd constructed. Swords and hammers hung above his head and he had to duck to avoid them as he made his way back into the deeper parts of the forage.

The work was slow that day, mostly just fixing a few swords from the Navy's armory. He wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings, or the time, before a small voice was screaming at him. Turning, he saw his daughter, Ruth, standing beside the doorway.

She was now five years old, small and skinny. Her blue dress lit up her small, round, tanned face and dark brown hair hanging in natural curls around her face. Will smiled and set down his tools, moving across the room and pulling her into his arms.

"What are you doing here, Ruthy?" He asked, bringing her over to the fire. She small dress was a little damp but not enough to signal that she had walked here unprotected. "Where's your mother?"

"She's with the Commodore outside." She answered, staring at the fire. "She's laughing." Will chuckled and set her down on a chair beside the fire to dry her off.

"She's laughing? Let me guess, I'm late for lunch." He picked up the sword he'd been working on and set it to the far edge of the fire so it could cool. Putting his tools away, he glanced out the window and saw just the grey clouds and drizzle.

"Yes, an hour or so." Ruth answered. Her short legs were swinging erratically

over the edge of the chair and she was playing with her fingernails. "Mother was con…compla…"

"Complaining?" Will asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on a beam in the middle of the room. Ruth nodded. "I'm sure she was."

"And what is that supposed to mean, Will Turner?" A female voice asked. Will looked up, startled, and found his wife standing there staring at him grimly as she folded up her umbrella. Will gulped and felt a smile spreading across his face.

"Um…well…" Elizabeth walked down the ramp, shaking her umbrella free of all water drops. "What did the Commodore want?"

Elizabeth clucked her tongue and shook her head, glancing at Ruth who had moved from her chair to the donkey in the corner. She was patting it on the nose gently and not paying the slightest bit of interest to her parents. Elizabeth grabbed Will's arm and moved him to a far corner.

"Apparently, Jack attacked a ship that was off limits by the Navy's standard." She whispered. Will felt a smile creeping across his face but he held it back. Weren't all ships off limits? "It was a Spanish ship bound for here, carrying weapons. He's not very happy."

"Well, it's been five years since he's seen Jack. If he hasn't caught him by now…" Will laughed and earned a reproving glare from his wife. "Come on Elizabeth, Jack's an escape artist. I wouldn't worry."

"It's not Jack I worry for." Elizabeth answered. "He's going too far. James may have pardoned him last time but that got to his head." Will shrugged and was about to answer when a small hand tugged on his sleeve. Looking down, he smiled at Ruth who was staring up at him through deep brown eyes.

"I'm getting hungry." She said moaned. Will looked up at Elizabeth who shrugged.

"We haven't eaten yet." She said. Will felt a twinge of guilt. Reaching down, he swept the small girl into his arms.

"Well, then." He laughed. "We must hurry and get you something to eat." They were just about to leave when the donkey let out a shrill bray. "Oh, yeah…" Will set Ruth down and went back into the shop. He undid the animal, placed it in it's pen and closed the door. "Sorry Jack." He said. "You sure do complain a lot, don't you?" With that, he left with his family.

"Jack, please stop complaining." Anamaria moaned. They'd been in Tortuga for a few hours now and it seemed like that's all he had been doing! He complained about the lack of noise and then that there was to much. He complained about the weather, he complained about the drunks and the sober people. Hell, he complained about his complaining!

Jack closed his mouth and moved swiftly across the dock behind her. His crate was getting very heavy and he opened his mouth to complain about that to, when a woman stepping in front of him. Jack stopped, surprised, and waited for her to pass…but she didn't.

"Are you lost?" Jack asked. The woman stared at him as though she were surprised by his question.

"No…" She said uncertainly. Behind her, Anamaria had stopped and set down her crate, her hand on her sword hilt. Jack shook his head and waited for the woman to continue. "Are you Jack Sparrow?"

Jack didn't like where this was going. "I didn't father your child, I'm sorry." He sidestepped left but the woman moved with him, again blocking his steps.

"I know you didn't." She said, confused. "I need to talk to you, it's about…"

"I didn't do it." Jack answered. He stepped right but she blocked him again.

"Do what?" She asked. "My name is Victoria, I…" Jack faked a step left and the woman moved. With his way clear, Jack got a few steps up the dock before the woman was again in front of him. "You…"

"Hey!" Anamaria had joined the fray. She grabbed Victoria's arm and pulled her across the deck and out of Jack's way. Jack smiled gratefully up the dock but the woman's next words made him wobble to a stop.

"I'm Victoria Williams! My husband is Brian!" Jack turned. He knew that name well. Brian had been one of his best friends. Last he had heard, Brian was doing honest business on a merchant vessel. "Please."

Jack stared at the woman. She was very pretty, with blond hair pulled back in a loose tail at the back of her head. Her green eyes pleaded with him. "What about him?" Jack asked. Victoria pulled away from Anamaria and came forward slowly.

"He's missing. His last letter told me they were going to be back a few days ago. The ship showed up but he was missing. There was an island. The crew said there had been light…and a cave." Jack suddenly remembered the bright orb in the middle of the black pool. What had Brian gotten himself into?

Nearby, watching them from the shadow of a building, the dark figure laughed lightly and disappeared into the main stream crowd of Tortuga.

TO MY REVIEWERS:

Oocssuck: Of course Ana will show up! Well, she just did. Ana and Jack, after the Fated Parting, who could imagine. Though, you can bet your butt their relationship is going to go through a lot of trials and such. Oh Morgan…she'll come in, don't you worry. Yes, and Marko's creepy words…lol. I hope this one will be as good as the first. Almost all the old characters will come into play, as will some new and weird ones.

forceflow46: Yes, Jack's past always seems to catch up with him and different elements of his past are going to come along and kick him in his cute little butt. LOL. I hope you like it. P.S. I got three reviews from you and two were exactly the same. It made me laugh really hard. LOL.

OpraNoodlemantra: I love sequels, though this is the first one I've ever written. I like seeing Jack's past and seeing what other people think about it. I hope in the next movies they let us in on some of his secrets. You'll find out what happened in the cave and with Peter. I love Jack. I hope you liked this chapter.

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