Pirates of the Caribbean 2: the Spirit of the Dead

Disclaimer: I HATE DOING THIS!! And by 'this' I mean I hate saying over and over again that I don't own anything of POTC, so really, stop bugging me.

Chapter 10: Dreams

WILL

"Well?" Will asked. "What's the matter?"

"Jack is the matter," Anamaria whispered quietly, peering over at him.

"What?"

"He's been having dreams…and I think they're about Barbossa."

"But," Will said, hesitating a little.

"I know," Anamaria interrupted.

"He's dead," Will finished.

"Apparently, he's still alive to Jack," Anamaria whispered, looking quickly over at the Pearl's captain again.

"Well, then," Will said, looking a bit confused. "What do you propose we do?

"First I need to know if my theory is right," Anamaria said. "But how do we get it out of him?"

JACK

"Jack?" Will said tentatively.

Jack grunted in response; he was examining one of Will's swords not unlike the one he had made for Norrington (gold filigree and all).

"Jack."

"What?"

"Anamaria says there's been something going on with you lately—"

"She WHAT?" Jack said, snapping to attention.

"Well," Will's voice was rather small. (A/N: although I can't exactly imagine his voice being small…)"Just little things, you know, like being a tad…"

"A tad what?"

"Unlike yourself."

Jack began banging the sword around in frustration. Will leapt forward and rescued his creation from being dented.

"Unlike myself, mumble mumble, load of mumble, stupid, disgusting, filthy little mumble," Jack mumbled to himself as he stalked out of the blacksmith's shop. Will sighed to himself. Anamaria was going to kill him.

A/N: Okay, right, I know this chapter is incredibly short and that you'd all like to kill me either because a. my story really stinks or because it's way too short for your liking. But please review anyway?

My Stupid Sister: Well, deal with it.

Holliday1081: Oh, I love you!! Not only are you telling me that my story doesn't completely disgust you, but you're giving me pointers too…the problem is, I've already gotten my next few chapters written, but I will definitely try doing some of that. Even though I'll probably fail miserably, but that's okay.

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williz: Erm, this chapter is incredibly short…I'm going to go cringe about it now.

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"Fearlessfreak-hater"—Look, don't think I don't know who you are. It's Enchanted Ivy, right? Anyway, I don't want to keep this going. We're not in first grade, or for that matter, kindergarten. I just have some comments and then that will be the end of this. First of all, you asked for the flame kind of, because you said that you loved flames. Second…people would like my story more? You should read my reviews before you say that. And thirdly, I never said you couldn't turn Harry evil; I just said that it doesn't really sound like Harry, so fix your own characters before you complain about mine. The last thing that I will probably ever say to you: I have a plot. I have different characters that I have not yet brought into the story. So worry about your own story now, and don't flame mine for the heck of it.