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Chapter Two

For a moment, Will just stood there, utterly confused.

"We have to muster a crew who won't think I've gone soft and find Valinor," Jack explained urgently. For another moment, William Turner was utterly befuddled by the pirate. Then he managed a snicker.

"Jack Sparrow, you are daft. There's no place on earth called Valinor."

"Aye, but that's similar to what your words would have been on our last voyage had Miss Swan not been taken by some vicious brutes. Oh, I'm sorry. I should have said Mrs. Turner."

"That was an insane venture on both our parts, but this is even more ridiculous. You're looking for a place you've only heard of from a storyteller as a child. Are you out of your mind?" Jack didn't answer, but gazed off into the west, a look of desire on his lips and in his eyes. There was an awkward silence on the air.

"I have to get home to Elizabeth," Will said, finding himself strangely uncomfortable. "You are welcome to join us for dinner if you care to." The pirate got a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Yes," he said slowly, "that would be lovely." They strolled down the dusky street, careful not to attract attention and to remain in the shadows whenever possible. It was not often that Jack visited Port Royal and neither he nor Will wished this rare occurrence to end in disaster. The sound of their feet on the cobblestones resonated loudly in their ears for lack of competition. At last, so as not to arouse suspicion, Will spoke.

"Elizabeth and I are expecting." Jack looked slightly surprised.

"Congratulations," he said. "You'll be sure to name him after me, or were you planning on William Turner the third?"

"Elizabeth is hoping for a girl, but if it's a boy, she will undoubtedly want to name him William. We may get Jack next time." Will was about to mention that Jack could find a wife of his own and uphold his name, but, remembering their previous subject which he wished to keep at bay for as long as possible, he thought better of it. "Is the crew here as well?" he asked instead.

"Most of them," Jack replied. "Anna Maria docked the Pearl for me, as usual, bless her."

"She must be quite fond of you to suffer the treatment of the crew. Imagine what it would be like to be the only woman aboard the Pearl." Jack said nothing and, out of habit, checked his compass. Will was about to ask how that particular compass would help them on the adventure Jack was plotting, but caught himself in time. He wasn't ready yet. Perhaps neither was Jack.

They were near the house now and lights blazed in the windows as Elizabeth came to meet them.

"Mrs. Turner, you look much the same as you did when last I beheld you," Jack flirted, kissing her hand. Indeed, she did, though the child was beginning to grow within her.

"Good evening, my love," Will smiled, embracing his wife and kissing her lips. "I trust you don't mind Jack joining us."

"Not in the slightest. Come, supper is ready." She took Will's arm and smiled at Jack. There were three plates set upon the table, as if Jack had been expected. As they reclined, a pitter on the roof signaled that a rain had begun. They talked small talk for what seemed like hours until Elizabeth asked the fateful question.

"What brings you to Port Royal this time, Mr. Sparrow?" Will felt himself unconsciously brace for trouble.

"Adventure, Mrs. Turner. An adventure I simply cannot live without," Jack said, the light in his eyes magnifying. "A grand adventure it will be, indeed."