Pulling his hat low over his eyes, Captain Jack Sparrow got up from sand. He put one hand on his stomach, trying to stop it from growling. Climbing up the sandy beach, he slipped back to his camp. He broke an unopened coconut on a rock and sucked out its sweet juice. He took his shiv and cut out the white insides. He devoured them hungrily, then searched for more to eat.

Heading down to the coast, Jack took his hat off and dipped it into the water. He waited rather impatiently for fifteen minutes before a small fish swam into it. Jack rushed back to build a fire and boiled the fish in an empty coconut shell. When it was done, he wrapped it in a bed of leaves and sprinkled it with sea salt.

"Mighty fine and proper," he remarked, before cramming it down his throat and drooling, choking a bit, then salivating some more. "And good too, eh?" He patted his full belly happily and relaxed, dipping his feet in the cool water of the stream.

Within moments, he was asleep.

Jack Sparrow was walking along a rocky cliff above the water, but he was slipping. A thick fog surrounded him, but out of it, a woman in white reached out to him. Jack attempted to grasp her hand just as he slipped and fell, her fingers just out of reach. He hung from a branch about half way down and looked up for the mysterious woman. She was getting farther and farther away, and as she left him, the branch broke more. Jack looked down to see what was below him and gasped. It was no longer a river; it was instead a black pit, full of things like despair, loneliness, and sadness. Jack did not wish to fall down there, but without the woman in white he would not be able to get back up, where the clouds spelled words like happiness, joy, and love.

Jack woke up, sweating furiously. He wiped his forehead and took deep breaths to clam himself down. He flipped over onto his side and stared off into the horizon; the woman in white was Elizabeth.

Will, who had been napping at the moment, bolted upright in bed, Elizabeth's head resting at his side. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. They didn't…they couldn't have…it wasn't possible… he glanced over to the lady at his hip and breathed a sigh of relief. They were above the covers and their clothes were still on.

Will had had such a strange dream. He didn't remember all of it, but Elizabeth was there and he was walking on a cliff and he was slipping, falling into a horrible pit. Fortunately, he had grabbed onto a branch, but it was breaking more and more with every step Elizabeth took backwards. He was crying and shaking and sweating, and then he woke up just to find that he was crying and screaming and sweating in real life.

He hugged Elizabeth by the shoulders and kissed her forehead. Elizabeth stirred and then woke up. She became alarmed when she found that they were sleeping near each other. "Did…we…?" she stammered.

Will replied that they had not, and Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into the pillows.

"I'm hungry," she said simply, and got up. She found some weevil-y biscuits and tapped them on the table, knocking the bugs out. She then bit and chewed it. She made a face; it was hard as rock. Still, she was starving, so she managed to force it down.

Pintel and Ragetti came in, arguing as usual. "No, it was 100Spaniards and 200 muskets and only 1 bottle of rum!" Pintel said.

"No! I'ma' pretty sure tha' it's on'y 20 Spaniards and 20 bombs and a bottle of rum!" Ragetti protested.

"What are you on about?" Elizabeth asked.

"How theSpaniards ambushed us!" Pintel exclaimed.

"Well, tell me the story," Elizabeth said, so they all sat around in a circle and Pintel and Ragetti told the tale.

"Okay, so it was only a few hours after you all left for Tia Dalma's house, right? And we're all sitting around and practicing sword fighting and shooting and guardin' the Black Pearl-" Pintel was cut off.

"No we wasn't. We was drinkin' an' dancin' and comparing out tatoos," at Pintel's glare, Ragetti backed down. "Never mind."

"So anyway," Pintel continued. "We was bein' tough an' strong when we hear a shot rung out way in the distance. So we all go an' look. And then, a whole fleet ofSpaniards ("It was only two small boats of ten each." Ragetti said.) and they was runnin' towards us and firing and throwin' bombs an' we fended them off as best we could, but it was gettin' hard. So someone goes to fetch Jack but they say he's not there. An' we're down to out last bottle of rum on board and that's the only thing we can fire, so we do. It takes out a couple of 'em, but they come up on the boat and try and take her. We were so tired from all our practicing'-"

"You mean too drunk from all our drinkin' " Ragetti muttered under his breath.

Pintel ignored him. "And there were hundreds of them with big guns and bombs and they keep blowing holes through the ship, then they take it. We don' want 'em to, but they do anyways. We got this ship, the Flipper, but Captain Jack wanted the Black Pearl back, so we were aimin' to find those that stole out boat. Except that the people in Port Royal want to track us down for stealin' the Flipper. But mostly, they just wanted Jack, and they got him, so I guess they won't bother us no more. We still want the Pearl back, though, so we're going to get her." Pintel took a deep breath.

"Then that's what we'll do," Elizabeth had a look of fierce determination in her eyes.

Captain Jack Sparrow pulled himself to his feet and made sure his pants were tightly rolled up to above his knees. He swaggered along the sand to the edge of the ocean and waded in. Unsure of what to do, he stuck two fingers in his mouth and let out a long, low whistle and called out, "Sylvie! Sylvie! Where are ye, you dumb fish!" There was no response, so the captain tried a nicer approach. He dipped his hat in the water and pulled out a nice, fat fish. "I got din-din for ye! All I needs is another ride!"

Jack sighed and threw his hands down in frustration. Within seconds, something wrestled the fish from his grip and nudged Jack's bottom, pushing him onto his back.

"Good ol' Sylvie. Glad ye was here for me, mate!" Jack cried happily, sliding off her back and grabbing hold of her fin.

Once again, the dolphin swam over to the rock that she had led him to before and dropped him off. The ship was scarcely closer than it had been before. Jack moved to head towards it, but Sylvie grabbed the edge of his shirt and held on, trying to restrain him.

"Now, now, love. Captain Jack just wants to have a look-see, see if it's friend or foe, savvy?" Jack gave her an affectionate rub on the head before patting the shiv in his pocket and breast stroked about a hundred feet closer. From where he was now treading water, he could make out the color of the sails and the crew on board.

"Oh Bugger," Jack muttered under his breath.

For the ship he was staring at was none other than the Black Pearl.