Alright, I'm going to try and see where this goes...

Will, Liz, and Jack restocked on items they would need for their long journey before setting sail. They would head for La Isla de Muerta of course. Jack, being the greedy pirate he is, decided it couldn't hurt. Norrington had been there once but wouldn't be able to remember how to get back. Plus,Jack wanted some rum. He'd stop on his island on the way.

Elizabeth was not the least bit happy with this plan. She still feared the haunting memory of the cursed pirates, and part of her believed Barbossa was still there, waiting for them. But she had no choice in the matter. Jack's mind could not be turned.

"Don't you worry, luv. We'll be in an' out in a matter of minutes. Plus, it'd be a good experience for you, with you getting' branded and all," Jack said. He was still extremely confused as to how the Turners thought they were pirates.

Liz just shook her head and walked away.

'This is going to be a long trip...' Will thought as he tried to comfort his wife. "I need a drink. Anyone else?"

"I'll take you up on that, Mr. Turner," Jack said almost jumping off The Pearl.

---

Barbossa was pretty bored all by himself on La Isla. Jack the monkey was there but he wasn't any real comfort. So most of the time he tried to coax Cortez back to help him with an escape plan.

"Well, Jack most likely has my ship now, so I'm stuck here. Even when the rest of me crew shows up in a few weeks time, we won't be able to go anywhere 'cause we don't have a bloody ship!" Barbossa could do nothing but complain.

"Calm down, you ungreatful little maggot. At least you're not completely dead. Jest jump on board the next ship that comes 'round here trying to find me treasure. I've been scarin' most of 'em off, the monkey too, but it gets old after a while." Cortez looked rather worn out. He was only a spirit but even spirits can get tired.

Then an idea popped into Barbossa's head.

"Tell, me. What about Jack Sparrow? Is the curse upon him as well?" He had just remembered their little battle last year. Jack had stabbed him but, of course, nothing had happened. When Barbossa stabbed Jack back, he revealed his little trick. He had taken a piece of gold without Barbossa knowing and could not die when Barbossa stabbed him.

The undead pirate looked interested for the first time in days.

"It's good to see, things are becoming clear again," Cortez said smiling wickedly.

---

Norrington and his very odd crew sailed from island to island looking for the Turners.

It was late in the day. The sun had almost set. They were approaching an island and he ordered the crew to dock in the port for the night.

The island was surprisingly wild. It seemed every light was lit in every house remotely near the shore. Some people walked around half naked and even naked. They were all drunk. People were shooting each other and falling on themselves. It was utter chaos.

It'd been a long journey and the Governor needed a drink.

"I'm going on shore for a bit," he said to Gillette. "Care to join me?"

The two navyment walked past many docked ships and headed for a bar. It wasn't difficult to find. The whole town had flocked to it.

Norrington and Gillette looked extremely out of place. The majority of the folk in the tavern had either very ratty clothes or none at all, while Norrington and Gillette wore new Navy uniforms. Everyone was too drunk to notice, though.

The bartender eyed them suspiciously, but they were customers, so stopped.

"What's yer poison, boys?"

"I'll have a spot of brandy, I think, and Gillette?"

"A rum runner, please."

Norrington looked oddly at Gillette.

"A rum runner? You're serious?"

Gillette nodded fervishly.

"Alright, but I'm not dragging you back to The Dauntless once you're out cold."

Will, Liz, and Jack sat in a back corner of the tavern and discussed their course once more.

"I'm tellin' ye, luv. Ever'thin' will be absoluterly fine. Nrringtn don't know his left from hs right- ANOTHER RUM, I think, eh Will?"

"I don't think you know your right from left at the moment, Jack. But no, thanks. I've still got most of my first."

Jack headed off towards the bartender.

Even Elizabeth was a little tipsy.

"Yes, I s'pose he's right. Norrington's a bimbo. His wig –hic– is much too big for him. It's weighing down on his –yuc– brain too much." She laughed like a drunk woman. "This is good stuff!"

"Ay! Bill!" Jack yelled at the bartender. "'ow 'bout another, mate?"

-

Norrington looked very annoyed as the bartender made everyone else's drinks before his.

Someone yelled at the barteneder, Bill, from across the room. A usual, apparently.

-

"Ah, Jack!" he yelled back.

"This be yer sixth, already? Ye've slowed down a bit 'ave you?"

Jack winked at him grogily.

Bill the bartender got Jack's drink. "'ere. 's on the house."

Jack turned to go sit down but Bill called him back.

"Ay, do you know those two o'er there?"

"Aye, dat's Marty and Rusty, ain't it?"

"No, no you drunken fool. I know them. I mean those two in the uniforms. 'ho are they?"

"Ah, well that's Norrington an' 'is little pet, whasername... ah I forget. From Port Royal anyway..."

Jack walked back to where Will and Elizabeth were sitting.

-

Norrington's head whipped around as he heard his name called.

"Gillette, did you hear that?"

He stopped sipping his rum runner for a moment. "Hear what, sir?"

"I thought I heard my name being called. Do you see anyone we know?"

-

Jack reached their table, miraculously, without spilling his drink.

"Oy, look o'er there! 's Norrington an' 'is buddy! Funny 'ow they wound up 'ere ain't it."

Will spat out his last drink. "What!"

"Norrington?" Elizabeth shrieked. "Why is he here? How'd he find us?

"Wha' ye mean? Why're ye so shocked, all o' a sudden? The man's jest gettin' a drink!"

"Jack, you idiot, it's Norrington! The one who's after us!"

-

Norrington and Gillette both searched the bar for anyone they might know. There were too many people. Bodies were flying everywhere. People fighting and walking around aimlessly. It was impossible to see anyone for more than a few seconds.

-

Crouched down on their hands and knees, the three friends scuttled to the door of the tavern. It was hard enough to walk through the tavern but to crawl was a completely different story. They scurried past fights here and there, but just as Elizabeth was sliding by the end of a table, someone was being thrown off the edge of it. He landed on her and she screamed.

-

Norrington's eyes flashed to the sound of the scream. There on the floor near the exit were Will Turner, Jack Sparrow, and Elizabeth.

"RUN!" Will yelled as he yanked Jack and Liz off the ground and pulled them through the door.

Norrington charged after them, Gillette on his heals.

"Ye didn't pay, you bloody theives!" the bartender yelled after them.

The trio charged for the docks as fast as they could go. They leaped onto The Pearl and cut the ropes tieing her to the dock as they yelled for the crew to cast off. They also yelled at the crew of The Longing.

"Follow us! Quickly!"

Jack swung her around sharply and hoped Norrington was taking much longer.

---

Gillette ran to The Dauntless and yelled at the crew.

"We've found them. All of them. The two Turners and Sparrow! We have to leave, now!"

The navymen bustled around making the ship ready. But they were slow and so was the ship.

---

Jack loved his Pearl. She was so fast! They were out of Tortuga in no time at all.

Despite how much he'd had to drink, the events had sobered Jack. They had also made him cocky.

Elizabeth looked extremely panicked.

He grinned. "I told ye, luv. Nothin' to worry ab—"

"JACK, LOOK OUT!" she yelled and pointed behind him.

Don't you love cliffhangers?