A cloaked figure stood on the Turner's doorsteps when Will and Elizabeth answered the door.
"Can I help you?" Will asked.
The cloaked person lifted her head slightly so that Will and Elizabeth could catch a glance at the person underneath.
"Ana Maria?" Elizabeth asked.

Ana Maria quickly hushed her then said, "Is your father around, or Norrington?"

Elizabeth shook her head, "No one. Only Will and I."

"Good." Ana Maria quickly waved into some bushes, and almost immediately seven of the Black Pearl's crew members climbed out. Two were supporting a bloody and unconscious Jack Sparrow.

Will and Elizabeth stepped aside to allow the pirates into the home. Will closed the door behind them and Elizabeth followed them into the sitting room. The two pirates who supported Jack laid him down on a sofa. "Just leave 'im there, mates." Ana Maria said before turning to Will and Elizabeth. The couple couldn't help but to notice Jack Sparrow wasn't the only who appeared injured. Ana Maria herself was sporting a fresh black eye, but she smiled anyway and said, "We got ourselves into a bit of a skirmish at sea last night, as you can probably tell."

"What happened to Jack?" Will asked.

"Oh, he got it worse than any of us. But then again, none of us were facing off against Morgan Stacey."

"Who?" Will asked then said quickly, "Never mind, it isn't important. We've got to get a doctor."

"No!" Ana Maria insisted. "Jack Sparrow's a wanted man in Port Royal. We all are. You get a doctor, and we might as well hang ourselves now. Jack just needs a place to rest for a while. A place to hide, really. A ship's no good place to heal oneself."

Will was about to say they should at least try, but it was futile. Norrington, while a good man, was bound by the law. Jack and his men were banished. To turn up in public would surly cause more trouble than a wounded Jack Sparrow could handle.

"Alright," Will said. Ana Maria smiled, a true rarity as far as the Turners were concerned.

"We have the ship recovering just a few miles east of Port Royal. We will be there until Jack is well. Please, help him get there when he is well enough. It shouldn't take more than a few days."

Elizabeth, who had immediately began to tend to Jacks wounds, shook her head. "I don't agree, Ana Maria." She said, "I am no doctor, but Jack seems to need more than just a few days. He could be unconscious the whole time."

"Don't be silly, Elizabeth, I've known Jack longer than you. He's had worse injuries than this and been up the next day to cause chaos. Jack's like that, you'll soon learn."

Ana Maria had made a slight understatement. Thirty minutes after the pirates had left Jack, and Elizabeth was satisfied he was comfortable, the injured pirate woke up. Elizabeth had gone from the room to fetch some clean cloth to dress his wounds. She had found a pretty nasty cut on his torso. Will was left to watch over the injured pirate.
Feeling confused about the whole situation, Will had sat down in the spare bedroom he had moved Jack to before Ana Maria left. The house, built by the Governor, Elizabeth's father, for the newly weds sat atop a cliff and overlooked the ocean. Will had chosen the chair near a set of long windows that encompassed nearly the entire wall. He thought of his dream, everything Gibbs had spoken of and the sudden appearance of his old friend.

"Will?"
The voice interrupted Will's thoughts and caused him to turn in his chair toward the bed Jack lay on.
Jack was now sitting up. His shirt had been removed and the scars of his past were scattered across his chest, the newest of which bleed through the make shift bandages Jacks crew had fashioned for him before bringing him to the Turners.
"Where's 'Lizabeth?" Jack asked, "She hasn't left you already, has she?"
Will laughed. "Not yet. But now that your back..." There was something different about Jack. His peculiar movement and speech was the same, but there was something, hidden just below the surface.
"Had a rough night, I take it." Will said, leaving his chair and going to stand next to the bed Jack was in.
"Nah," Jack replied. He looked around the room, taking in his very simple surroundings. To Jack, the place was perfect, homely and comfortable; to Will it wasn't enough. Will didn't want the luxury of a house live Governor Swann's, but he feared Elizabeth did. His simple home wasn't enough for his once very wealthy wife.
Jack looked down at his bare chest. "Where is my shirt?"
"Elizabeth was tending to your wounds."
"I don't need tending to." He threw his legs over the edge of the bed. "I need my shirt. I told Ana Maria not to bring me here."
"When?" Will asked "Before you passed out?"
Jack starred Will down for a moment. "As a matter of fact, yes. Where's my sword?"
"I don't know." Will answered honestly.
Jack tried to stand, but the pain made him wince and return to the bed. "Well, since I have no weapon, I guess I'll have to stay a while." Jack said reluctantly, "But not for long." He clarified, "I only have a scratch."
"A deep, bleeding wound is more like it, Jack." Elizabeth had just returned with an arm full of clean cloth. "Now lay down, Jack Sparrow, before I have Will hold you down."
"'Lizabeth, love," He said doing just as she said and lying back on the bed. "It's a pleasure to be seeing you again."
"Don't 'Love' me," Elizabeth said, "I'm not in the mood for your antics. You disappear for a year without so much as note and return near death. Oh no. I am not running a hospital here. If you wanted to visit, you didn't have to go get yourself into a fight."
"Well, I didn't choose to get attacked." Jack said.
"You were attacked?" Will asked, surprised because Jack was usually a very careful pirate.
"No." Jack replied, very unconvincingly.
"By who?"
"Are you two married yet?" Jack said, trying to change the topic. Will understood immediately and did not press the issue.
"Three months now. We sent out an invitation to you, but didn't expect you to come."
"I never got the invitation. I've been busy."
"Squandering your treasure, right?" Elizabeth added in.
"No." Jack replied matter of factly. "I haven't touched that treasure aside from the necessary repairs and provisions."
Will was suddenly reminded of what Gibbs about a true pirate. Before he could stop himself Will blurted out the question. "Who's Madisyn Hart?"