Hooray for my first fan fic! I must warn you about a few things…First, I like cliffies. Sorry, ya'll, but they keep readers interested! Second, I'm inconsistent with the length of my chapters; some will be long, some will be short. Third, as I've said, it's my first fic, so if it's terrible, apologies puts hands together and does a little bow. But please review, I wanna know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC...or Jack Sparrow...but one day...ONE DAY...runs off to kidnap Jack

Chapter 1:Not Quite Happily Ever After

Will Turner stood on the balcony of the Governor's Mansion. He looked out at the beautiful ocean view. A pleasant breeze lifted his dark hair.

Suddenly, a noise broke the silence that sounded something like

"UH!"

Oh dear, thought Will, what's wrong with her now?

The noise had come from inside, from the mouth of Will's wife, Elizabeth. He knew what was going to happen next, as it had been happening for about a month now. He would ask what was wrong, and she'd say something that, in Will's opinion, was nothing to be upset about. Then he'd try to comfort her, only to say the wrong thing, which would make Elizabeth dissolve into tears of anger.

Will loved Elizabeth more than anything, but he had realized over these past ten months of marriage, that if there were anyone in the world who understood women, it certainly wasn't him.

He walked inside to find Elizabeth grunting angrily and throwing her clothes all over the room. He thought of pointing out that she was making quite a mess, but at the look in her eye, decided better of it.

"Darling?" said Will tentatively.

"What?" Elizabeth responded, rather rudely.

"Something the matter?" he asked.

"I can't find the dress!" Elizabeth said.

"Right," said Will, "um, which dress would that be?"

"The new one," said Elizabeth, as though this explained it. She saw the confused look on his face, and added, exasperated, "My father bought me a new dress a few days ago, it's blue and white and I can-" she threw a dress out of her closet, "-not-" she threw another aside, "find it!" she threw another, which Will caught.

"Darling," he said for the second time, laying the dress gently on the bed, "Does it really matter that you find the dress at this very moment?"

"Of course it does!" said Elizabeth angrily, then next moment, she looked a bit anxious.

"I've…I've been gaining weight and…this particular dress makes me look thinner." She was twisting her hands now.

Uh oh, thought Will, better try and comfort her before the water works come.

"Elizabeth," he said, "I don't think you're gaining any weight-"

"Oh Will, that just shows how much you pay attention!" And with that, she stormed from the room, tears in her eyes.

Will stared after her for a moment, then decided she might need some time alone, so he sat heavily on the bed and put his head in his hands.

This was not like Elizabeth. She wasn't normally such a moody person. Lately though, one minute she was happy, next minute she was crying.

Is this just how all women are? Will thought to himself. He didn't know what to think. He got up and walked back out on the balcony. Looking around, he spotted someone. He squinted, trying to make the figure out. It was a man with long dark hair and a hat, who seemed to be striding toward the mansion in a very drunken manner.

Will stared at the figure, then smiled slowly.

"Jack's back."

I know it seems kinda corny so far, but it'll get much better, I promise. There's a plot...I promise...

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