Most of the chapter are T in tone but I do sometimes go over the line a bit at times so thats why I gave this an M rating for some language and possible upcoming situations.

General Drama/adventure/Romance?

Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own POTC the Disney gods own them.

Chapter 2

A Recreation of Days Long Gone By

Scene: Four days later

Rory and Theresa are on a yacht called the Cygnet II, off the coast of

St. Clair (fictional place) with Theresa's "new best friends."

The captain of the yacht Tom, his first mate Daniel also Theresa's fiancé. Daniel has invited another man along called Jason who turns out, has an interesting lineage.

Scene: Sundown. The party of five sitting on deck, the women drinking soda, the men light beer. They were discussing what they were going to do next. Jason suggests that Theresa and Rory stop off an island off Jamaica called St Clair where a festival is going on.

''Well I'm going to get another soda. Does anybody want anything from the 'fridge?" Theresa asked.

"No thanks, we're fine."

Theresa came back on the deck with soda in hand.

"Well I'm going to turn in early" Rory said, " Sorry for being a bit of a party pooper but all that sight seeing wore me out. I want to rest up for tomorrow"

"Okay fine" said Theresa looking meaningfully at Jason, jerking her head toward Rory's retreating back.

Rory went to what was the living room area of the boat. She settled herself on a small couch grabbed a paperback novel off the shelf, ' Maybe Ill just read a little before going to bed.' She turned, suddenly noticed that Jason had followed her down to small living room area of boat.

'He's been watching me all through this trip' she thought. Well that is when he wasn't helping Tom at the wheel to direct the boat. Asking questions about her work and she in turn had gotten to know a little about him. He was twenty-nine, an archeologist on a short break before heading off to the coast of South America take part in an expedition to search for a famous shipwreck that sunk in the early 17th century. He had a slight accent. Rory thought it sounded Australian but she detected something other influence and asked him about his orgins.

"Oh I've been all around", he explained . ''I was born and spent most of my early childhood in London, when I was ten I moved to the Caribbean spent most of my youth in Nassau and the British Virgin Isles. I did spend some time in Australia and New Zealand during my college years. My parents were archeologists and we moved around quite a bit. But I have to admit I have a soft spot for this particular area, it has such an interesting history." He paused "So Theresa said you grew up in Port Royal" he began, moving the subject of conversation to her.

"That's right, only the first five years then we moved to Florida Keys. My parents loved the ocean."

"Then you moved out to the West Coast?"

"Yes", Rory's eyes suddenly shadowing, " My mother"----she hesitated as if trying to form the words --" remarried and my stepfather had a business out there so we moved when I was thirteen. I stayed in California through my years in college, got a real job stayed there for a while "She paused again, skipping over the reason she left "Hmm got a few writing jobs for a local rag then sort of got layed off due to budget constraints. Californias nice but sort of expensive so I moved to Phoenix, Arizona to try my hand at writing my own work." At his surprised look, she smirked "Yeah sounds strange I know but I was doing research for a novel I was writing. I guess I missed the humidity and bugs really bad. So I moved back to what I consider my true home, The Keys and childhood friends I grew up with."

Seeing that he may have touched upon something unpleasant, he tried to turn the conversation in another direction. Jason noticed the ornate bracelet peeking out from below her rolled up cuff.

"That's a very unusual bracelet. Do you mind if take a closer look at that?"

"Um, uh no here, just let me..." She struggled with it, pulling twisting it this way and that. It wouldn't budge. Like it had a mind of its own.

''That's really odd. Sorry"she said with a nervous laugh" I've been having trouble getting this off since yesterday, maybe its the humid weather and all that running around today. Its like its glued on or something."

"Well, just keep it on then?"

"Oh here if you want to get a better look", she said extending her arm, so he could get a better view.

The band was about four inches in width, gold with a polished blue violet stone in the center of the band. All along the edges of the bracelet there was some kind of intricate engraved design.

He peered at it closely, his brow furrowing. "From a distant I would have said it looks Greek, but on closer inspection-- I never seen ---- he paused, again a small furrow forming between his dark brows " Hmmm it looks one of the

so called Indian tribes of South America. Maybe Aztec ?"

" I don't think so, I really don't know about these things" said Rory now starting to pull her hand back. Her grandmother had given bequeathed it to her, telling Rory's mother to give it to her when she turned 21. She was now only months from her 25th birthday. The bracelet had been in the family "a few generations." Because of its value Rory had kept it at her Aunts house, in a safe until she could come to claim it. Rory suspected that the bracelet was much older than previously thought. Her ancestors were among the first British settlers that settled in Port Royal during British occupation three centuries ago before most of them moved the American colonies" There were quite a few interesting pieces (that is what hadn't been sold off or donated to a museum) at least well over three hundred years old in the family collection.

Jason was going on:''...and it looks solid gold but not as soft... Where did you say you aquired it?"

Laughing softly Rory said " Its not real", trying out what she hope was a convincible lie. "Well it is in a way-the gold is --- but its certainly no artifact, if that's what you're getting at. It's a copy based on some ancient design.

My mother saw me admiring this bracelet in some kind of fashion magazine and thought it would be a wonderful graduation present. She went to one of those places that make customized jewelry and gave it to me as graduation present . Surely you as a seasoned archeologist could spot that right off the bat" she said lightly. "The stone is lab created. Do you really think I would wear something that valuable on board or just hiking around town? I would have left it back at the house, I just can't get it off that's all." She didn't know exactly why, but she didn't want to tell him the origins of the bracelet. ' Stupid' she silently berated herself, 'Why didn't you just leave it in the safe back at the at your aunts house till ----

Jason broke into her thoughts "I' may be young, but I'm very familiar with artifacts and jewelry of ancient civilizations. He looked at her doubtfully 'The lady doth protest to much' he thought, he did not know why she could get away with such a lie, but decided not to push it. For now. Despite the unusual design there was something familiar about it . In spite of her modest attire (mid-thigh walking shorts, sleeveless camp shirt)he noticed, Rory liked and had interesting taste in rings. They weren't flea market knockoffs. There were several old but well cared for silver and gold rings on her fingers; two in a old Celtic design, another Greek design, the most interesting was on her middle finger a braided ring of pure silver with interesting dark stone in the center. Maybe onyx but onyx didn't have a strange reddish color reflecting off its center.

Rory trying to change the subject said: " Well Theresa said you guys were thinking of heading to St Clair. That's there's some kind of festival going on there this week."

"That's right Pirate Days festival, Jason said. It's sort of like the Renaissance Pleasure Faire with people in costume in 17th century dress. Its sounds a little corny but I've gone at least twice in the five years I've come back here and have always had a good time and it gets better every year. They've even had pop concert down here last time I was here, some well known bands and artists have played here recently, Ziggy Marley, " He starting listing some well known reggae acts as well as more current pop groupsin order to attract a younger crowd to the island " Even No Doubt was here trying out their new material while they were recording new material. There is a strong rumour going around that Jack Johnson might show up this year."

"Sounds interesting. Theresa said something about wanting to go."

''You should. Tomorrow some these people are picking me up, then I head off to my next job. He hesitated, adding "Id like to see you again."

Rory looked up surprised.

"Mind if I give you my number?"

"Um no, I mean sure.'' Flustered. He had the most amazing eyes;dark yet soft, calm yet piercing when he touched on something he seemed passionate about. Right now he seem very interested in getting to know her better.

Jason handed her a business card with his name and number on it. She glanced at it without reading the print.

"Well then I guess Ill leave you to your rest then. See you tomorrow morning right before I take off?"

"Sure"

He went up the steps to join the others.

Rory and Theresa got an early start the next morning of the festival.

"What should I bring? "

"Any major credit cards of course" Theresa smiled.

"Funny"

"You might want to bring a camera, just in case. There's that concert."

Is this okay? Rory said, holding up a small Polaroid. "Its all I brought"

"Yeah they'll allow that in. If they pics dont come out I've got one of those disposable ones."

Rory started stuffing items into a thick vinyl waterproof backpack, with a mini-wallet, camera, travel journal, CD player with a few customized cd disks of her favorite tunes, lip balm, sunscreen. She wasn't much on regular purses. She checked her divers watch, the dial reading quarter till nine.

"Okay I'm ready lets go"

By mid morning the small seaside town of St Clair was already busy with tourists arriving for the festival and filling shops and cafes. Some of the local merchants were in costume dressed as pirate rogues. Many of the women

as tavern wenches. A number of tourist sporting face paint with either an island theme or sooty black eyes and painted-on beards.

"I've got an idea" Theresa said .

"What?"

"Lets really get into the spirit of things. Lets dress up like the people walking around in costume!" I know where we can get some great clothes--"

"Theresa" Rory said rolling her eyes.

"Oh come on lighten up and live a little, will ya? This is right up your alley. Im a close friend of the owner of this boutique and she said she could give us a great deal. Come on Ill pay if your worried about 'wasting money."

"No it's not that. All right'' seeing how her friend wouldn't be dissuaded let her pull her into a clothing boutique

They went in the store that was filled some casual beachwear and the usual jewelry made from shells or an island theme. After a few words with the salesclerk, Theresa pulled her to a back room that was normally closed off to the general public that had clothing. "This you could wear anywhere." pulling out what looked like a poets shirt "And this "with a florish pulled out from the rack a brown leather vest. She started going through some more racks zeroed in what looked beige Capri pants.

"I don't think so they're too tight." Rory said.

"Okay then try these on, there a relaxed fit…. She said shoving the ensemble at her. I already see something I want. Go try this one."

Five minutes later…

"Ta Daah!" Theresa jumped out of her dressing room . Rory stared. Theresa was wearing what looked like a low cut peasant blouse only some kind of half- corset cinched at the middle of the garment. Beneath it a long flowing skirt billowed at from her waist with a wide leather belt. Obviously she chose the out fit to show off her best features, a perfect hourglass figure and flawless golden brown skin and shoulder length dark hair. She twirled around for effect, laughing. "So what do you think? By the way you look great."

"I look ridiculous '' Rory grimaced at her reflection.

"No you don't. You have the perfect figure for this, tall and lean. Well at least you can wear it over again, not just on Halloween. Well not all at once, anyway. Oh wait--- I forgot something. No pirate look would be complete would be complete without ---BOOTS!"

"Oh no, Therese I cant, that is way to expensive ---"

"Forget it ---- consider this an very early birthday present, Theresa said whipping out her Visa. There not exactly pirate boots but you can roll them down…yes dont look at me like that, youre wearing them out of the store...nobody will think it looks weird--a quarter of this island is in character already..."

In spite of her protests, Theresa had her way. She flashed her perfect white teeth, winked at the male cashier, tossed her long raven curls and sauntered out of the boutique in costume along with slightly reluctant Rory, their regular street clothing in the shopping bags in triumph .

"You know this was once in the days of old, a popular pirate hangout, second only to Tortuga? Theresa began.

"Yes, I know" looking at her friend. Since when was she so interested in pirate history?

"Oh lets stop here (outside a café/bar restaurant) I want to get a beer." Theresa again leading her in to one of St. Clair better café and casual dining establishments. They sat down at the nearest available table.

"Soooo, you and Mister Archeologist seem to have a lot in common" she began hinting.

"Oh, him. Really? Why…" Rory looked at her strangely. Suddenly the light went on. " Hey wait! Are you try to set me up with him?"

"Who moi?" Trying to look innocent. " Okay, guilty as charged. I just thought, well it's been awhile for you anyway. Look it's been two years since Richard. Its time you got over him and what happened and put yourself out there again."

" I am over him" Rory cut in.

"Your gonna dry up girl---

"Stop that. I date "

Yeah once every 6 months if that" Theresa interjected.

She sighed, trying to explain. "Its just that I haven't met anyone that I've felt any chemistry with much less connected to."

"So that brings me to my next question. What do you think of Tall, Dark and Handsome?"

"Well he seems nice, he's educated, interesting…

"Uhh hmmm"

''Well traveled,"

"Well known. Well around here anyway " Theresa added.

"Huh? What, he's a well-known archeologist? He's twenty-nine."

"No I mean he sort of from a famous bloodline well I should say, infamous persons bloodline in this islands local history. Like a great, great, great oh I don't know. Didn't he give you some kind of business card with his name on it? Have you taken a look at it?"

Rory dug her wallet out and pulled the card from one of the sleeves, glanced at it.

"So? " She looked down again. "Oh, I see. Well that doesn't prove anything. Did he say that to you, that he was a descendant of--- and how can anyone prove that anyway? Do you know how difficult it is, no make that almost impossible for the average person to go back 300 years or more over your family tree and pin point your origins back to one particular person in history? Do you know how hard it was to research my genealogy? Although, it didn't hurt to have a few notable persons in my own family tree, that certainly helped. Anyway, anybody can make a up a business card with a name on it and say they're the King of England."

"Boy you've certainly gotten distrustful in the last few years"

Rory shrugged "Well I've got my reasons."

"Look I checked him out myself, made a few calls. He's for real in that department" Rory look at her curious. "Hey remember my uncle the private investigator? He's also one of Tom's closet friends and Daniel knows him through his father. Call him anyway when he gets back or email him. I'm sure with your supersonic BS radar you'll sniff out whether he's for real or not. What could it hurt? Give him a chance. Don't you dare that card away or tear it up."

"What?"

"I know you, Rory. "

"Aw wight "(Bugs Bunny voice)

Theresa turned as their drinks came to the table, but not before out of the corner of her eye saw Rory attempt to crumple the card and toss it over her shoulder to the next booth.

"Go ahead girl, lose that one I've got maybe five more where that came from and I'll slip it in your pack when you re not looking."

"Your really stubborn you know that?''

"Just like you, that's why were best friends"

They were nearly finished with their drinks, paid their bill and left for the concert. The concert lasted till early evening, as far as the young women were concerned when the " traditional reggae and soft jazz" musicians came on, geared towards the older tourist crowd.

"Come on there's a couple of really good dance clubs around here I've heard at least for St Clair. Lets go."

"I don't know Therese I'm----"

"Come on! You can sleep all you want when we get back."

Scene: They go into a kind of hole in the wall "dance club" that is playing some kind strange blend of techno fused with reggae music.

Going in, Rory stopped Theresa, " I'm not really sure this is my kind of place. I haven't been here three minutes and already I have a headache from this music".

"Its not the music I brought you over for…"

Rory turned suddenly spotting a familiar face. "Well what do you know, I thought you were off sailing away to your "dig'" teasing him.

"Actually expedition but your right was going to look for "sunken treasure ' as you say." Jason explained. "Its been held over day or more the boat didn't leave on time something about a possible storm coming up that area."

"Uhhh huh."

" You don't believe me?"

Rory's eyes widened in mock innocence.

"Okaay. Well I cant prove it now, and not to drop any big names but National Geographic is doing a documentary on the search for John Bartles treasure aka "Black Barts" lost treasure whether we find anything or not. A camera crew will be shooting our voyage. You've heard of it?"

Rory nodded.

"Anyway they're supposed to show up either by tomorrow morning or the next, then it's off to the coast of Central America. They're to pick me up on dock 26 at St Clair marina "

"Too bad because were about to pull anchor by tomorrow for home", Rory replied.

"So I guess this is it." Unless my ride doesnt come through he thought. Maybe they wouldnt arrive and he could sneak down in the morning...No that would be a good idea. Jason exhaled "Well I can't prove anything right now too you, but will you let me walk you back to your boat anyway?"

Okay. Looking around she saw Theresa had spotted Daniel on the other side of the street. Waving to him, she glanced back at Rory and gave her a knowing smile before darting across to join him. 'Well I think I'll be alright, if he tries anything out of line I'll just knee him' thought Rory. Then again glancing at him she thought ' Hes not so bad. He is quite good looking, sort of a dark haired version of ---

"Unless you want to stay here and dance? " Jason interupting her thoughts.

"No this music is just too weird---- what is it? Techno mixed in with jazz with a hint of reggae? What is the DJ thinking? And the woman singing on this track --- she sounds like a bad Celine Dion impersonator." Rory paused "Jason I have a little secret to share with you."

"Oh?"

"Im not a very good dancer."

"Oh I'm sure your not that bad."

"No really. Have you ever heard of a program called 'Seinfeld?'"

"Ah yes, not that much of a television watcher but have seen a few episodes."

"Well did you ever see the one with Elaine attempting to, ah cut loose on the dance floor?"

He blinked. Then as the mental picture started to form:

"Say no more" Jason laughed, "Lets go ."

They spent the next few hours wandering the streets of the island checking on the new shops, bars, tourist spots, and going over how much the island had changed from the time they were children.

They arrived at the yacht shortly before midnight.

'I'd invite you in but I'm really tired and Theresa and the guys should be back pretty soon' she said looking up. The boat looked dark except for porthole she knew to be the mens quarters. Tom being the captain was back .

'That's okay I should be going back to the inn anyway." Jason said

He tipped his head down slightly his lips giving her a quick brush along the cheek. Suddenlyshe turned her head facing him and the brush became a soft brush against her top lip.

Rory almost stepped back startled, but not really sure why. Her lips tingled.

"See you later?" It was a question, not a statement. He really hoped she would call.

'Well there's a switch she thought'. Usually it was the other way around.

Give him a chance."Sure. I've still got your card."

He started to turn as if going back, Rory suddenly rose up on her toes to meet his face and leaned up her lips locking hard to his. They stayed that way pressed together for half minute, Jason hand resting gently around her waist.

They finally broke away. Rory stared at him expression a cross between surprise and wonder. 'I'm not sure why I did that. I barely know him. This is so unlike me days and Oh God what must he be thinking she thought. Oh stop it, STOP IT.

Theresa's voice in her head ringing 'time to put yourself out there again.'

Jason laughed softly "Well that was nice."I'll look you up if you go back to the mainland by the time I'm back?"

She nodded.

He finally turned and started down the dock, hmming a old seamans tune just under his breath. Rory watched his long legged form cutting through the darkness until he disappeared finally from sight.

She reached in her pants pocket and pulled out the half crumpled card with his cell, home number and email address on it as well as an antiques business listed him as co-owner. In a Miami suburb.

Looking down at his full name on the card "Okay she said to herself " Ill take a chance on you, Jason John Sparrow".

She got on board the Cygnet II.

Thinking of something Rory turned to Tom and said, " How long have you known Jason?"

Tom looked surprised and said "Off and on about almost seven years now. Even though I haven't kept in touch with him because of his travels. But I'd say he's a good friend and a very knowledgeable about sailing and such. Had to practically fight him for control to steer the boat. Good thing we had you along to distract him."

Rory was glad the lights were dim because she was sure she was blushing.

"Oh well, thanks for the info. I think I'm going to turn in now. See ya in the morning."

"'Night."

She barely made it through the door of her and Theresa' cabin before falling face down on the bed, too tired to even feel the small backpack still strapped on her.

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A/N: That's it for now. Like I said I'm just setting up the main protagonist.