"What? Why?" Will asked.

"Will! You need to hear our stories to understand." Vannesa said.

"Fine!"

"Not know. So what are we going to do?"

"We are seeing Jack. Now…" Will stopped. Then he remembered something. "Who's steering the ship?"

Everyone ran to the helm. But Will grabbed the helm. Vannesa looked at him. She knew he didn't know the way.

"Here I'll steer to Tortuga."

"Fine!"

They finally reached Tortuga.

"So where do we look?" Michael asked.

"Follow me." Clarésse said pulling Michael and Will by their arms. She pulled them to a bar called the faithful bride.

When they got in Clarésse called to the bartender "Joe!"

"Clarésse! Good to see you! Quite the group you've got there."

"Yeah, um I need to find someone."

"Who?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow."

"I don't know about Sparrow, but I can get you someone else, who might be able to help."

"Who?"

"A man called, Mr. Gibbs."

"What does he had to do with…"

"Gibbs will be perfect." Will interrupted.

"Good!" He ducked into the next room and then came out with a man Clarésse thought was Mr. Gibbs.

"Will? William Turner?" Gibbs asked.

"The one and… Well I guess not only."

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for Jack."

"Oh. I'll go get him."

He ducked back into the room.

"Jack!"

"Will! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you!"

"Why?"

"Someone took Elizabeth."

"Ah so you need my help."

"No. I need to get to Isla de Murta, and you're the only one who know s how to get there."

"Real let down Will."

"So are you going to help me?"

"Sure haven't had an adventure in 3 months."

"Thanks so when do we set sail?"

"Tomorrow."

"Good we'll see you there."

"We'll?"

"Yeah. The 4 of us."

"You mean those 3?"

"Yeah."

"Who are they?"

"I think you know me!" Vannesa said angrily.

"Haha. Hi Vannesa."

She slapped him on the face.

"Did you deserve that?" Will asked.

"Yeah. And who are you?"

"Michael Pearson."

"Michael? Long time no see!"

"I know!"

"You know each other?" Will asked.

"Yeah!" They said at the same time.

"And you?" Jack asked looking at her. "You look familiar."

"Almost like… No it couldn't be. She dead. She's been dead for 10 years." Jack thought.

"Clarésse Turner."

"Clarésse Tuner?"

"Yeah." Then she did what looked like to Jack, mouthed the word Don't.

"Do you know her?" Will asked.

"Um, no, no I don't."

"Ok. So we set sail tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."