(A/N: kinda short... and it took me forever to post it. I'm so sorry. I honestly didn't think I'd ever update this thing... but I got a reply recently and I remembered that I was stuck on it... well... I'm not stuck on it nemore! and I'm starting ch 3 now. so, if nebody still cares, here's ch 2! Please RnR!)

Blackness. Nothing but blackness. What had happened? Who was he? What was going on? What was that noise?

Yo, ho! Yo, ho! A pirates life for me!

"I love this song!" he couldn't help but say. He actually said it, but all he heard was a tiny mumble.

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!

But who was it that was singing? Where was he?


We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!

What had happened? Nothing but blackness.

Yo ho! yo ho! a pirate's life for me!

Who was he? Why were they singing?

We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!

His head hurt. He wanted them to stop singing.


Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!

"Hey you," he tried to say. But it only came out as another mumble. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he talk?

Yo ho! yo ho! a pirate's life for me!

"Cut it out," he blurted. But it was just another mumble. He was less comprehendible than usual. He… He… a pirate… and his name was… Why couldn't he remember? "I said cut i' out!" he shouted. His tongue seemed too big for his mouth and his lips wouldn't make the right shape to talk. He felt something wet on his face. A light breathing. He tried to open his eyes. He wanted to get rid of the blackness. He finally managed to get his eyes open. It took him a moment to get used to the light. To focus on the thing that was standing over him, breathing on him, making his face wet.

"AAAGHH!" Capitan Jack Sparrow leapt from the beachy sand he was laying on and sprung back six whole feet. The dog just sat and looked at him. "Mangy mutt," Jack muttered to himself, wiping the dog slobber from his lips. The dog gave a little yip and his tail wagged. "Wha'o you wan'?" Jack mumbled. His speech still wasn't back to normal. "Shove off," he said angrily to the dog, trying to take a step away. But his legs failed him and he plummeted to the ground.

Jack felt his body hit the sand. It didn't hurt. But his body was sore. He rolled over and tried to get up, but found the dog standing over him again. His tail was wagging and he gave another little yip. Jack pushed the dog aside and tried to stand again. He managed to get on his feet, but his legs gave out again and he collapsed to the ground. So he gave up on standing and decided to focus his attention on what had happened to him.

He found he thought best out loud. He hoped the dog wouldn't mind his mumbling. "Letsee 'here. I go' the Black Pearl back. Sailed around. Cannibals. Will. Ah yes, Will. The treasure chest. What was in the treasure chest? No matter. What else? Elizabeth. The betrayer. How could she? Why did she? What was the threat? Damn. Can't remember." He stuck his head in his hands and closed his eyes. Why couldn't he remember? What had happened to Will? He was gone for a while. That was when Elizabeth had come. She asked about him. What did I say? "The compass!" Jack burst out. "I need that compass!" Tia could help. He saw Tia earlier, didn't he? Why?

But Jack couldn't dwell on the questions. He needed to find the compass and get whatever was in that treasure chest (he knew it was something important) and get the Black Pearl back! The Black Pearl's gone. Why? Why was the Pearl gone? What had happened? Where was his ship!

The dog barked. Why did the dog bark? Jack turned to look at it. It started barking again. He followed the direction the dog was barking and saw something he never thought he'd see again. "No. No. Not good. Not good!" He jumped to his feet and found he really did have the energy to run. "Cannibals! Why is it always Cannibals?" The dog was hot on his heel, running for his life, too. Then Jack remembered where he had seen the dog before. It was the dog with the keys! He remembered seeing it when he was running away from the Cannibals last time! He was escaping to the Black Pearl and the dog was on the beach, too. Why is the Pearl gone? But that meant he was back on that island again. Why had he gone to the island in the first place? Damn this island. How would he get off, now? Why couldn't he remember?

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Governor Swan and Norrington were alike in only one way: they both liked Elizabeth. But Norrington was losing his love for Elizabeth, and Swan was just plain losing. Governor Swan was a good and noble man. He worked hard for everything he believed in and did everything in his power to protect his daughter and his people… even if it meant giving himself in to a disgusting man like Cutler Beckett. Norrington, on the other hand, would do anything to get himself back into power. It hurt, for him to admit it. But he knew it was true. Then he remembered something he had said a long time ago, to a certain Jack Sparrow, "By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself." He had, of course, been talking about his chance to take the Black Pearl. How had things gone so wrong?

"It's good to see you again, Commodore Norrington," Governor Swan said in his unsure, shaky voice.

"I am no longer a Commodore, Governor Swan," Norrington said with a sigh, "I am only James Norrington, now. Nothing more, nothing less."

Swan nodded solemnly and replied, "Well, it appears I am no longer Governor, either. So, I suppose we're even."

"Why?" Norrington asked quietly, not able to find any other words because of his shock. It would take a lot to take Mr. Swan's title of Governor away from him.

"I only want my daughter back," Swan answered quietly, the strain showing clearly on his face, "and I want her away from those dreadful pirates."

"No worries, then," Norrington replied with a slight nod, "I have given Beckett what he wanted. Very soon, I'm sure Elizabeth will be back home."

"That's good to hear," Mr. Swan said, although his worry didn't seem to lessen at all.

"Mr. Norrington," Cutler Beckett called from the door, "It is time to complete our agreement, so that I may be done with you."

The only reply Norrington gave as he crossed the small room was, "I'm looking forward to it." And with that, he was gone.