A/N: Yes it's been forever and 55 days and I still haven't updated any of my stories but I'm back now. I was having major writer's block and for a while I wasn't even interested in writing but now I've gotten back into it so here it is. You'll probably want to go back and re-read the rest of the story because you've probably forgot what's happened in it.

Will walked through the door taking off his vest and throwing it on the closest thing which happened to be a chair. "Anamaria." he called, though he knew that she wouldn't be coming back. He would probably never see her again and she would have gotten her own ship and sailed back to Brazil or somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean ocean raiding, pillaging and plundering…..And the last thought he had was of her going back to Jack Sparrow.

"Well Anamaria isn't here but yer old friend Cap'n Jack Sparrow is aye," said a familiar voice from the kitchen. Speak of the devil. He hurried to the kitchen stopping in the doorway to indeed find Mr. Sparrow.

"Jack," he said in a voice that was quite unreadable. In one sense he was excited and surprised to see the old mate, indifferent for the fact that he was more anticipating looking for Anamaria, disappointed that it hadn't been her and finally….anger towards the man standing in his kitchen who had caused him and Anamaria to be apart for as long as they were. "What the hell are you doing here?"

The pirate took on the look of mock disappointment and hurt. "Are ye not excited t' see me?" The younger shook his head.

"You can't blame for being a bit defensive around you Jack. With the whole Anamaria thing." A finger pointed.

"Ah no worries mate. Alls well that ends well. Where is the lass? She's the reason I'm here." Will went back into the living room plopping down in one of the chairs,

"Well all didn't end well Jack. She's run off. And why are you looking for her. I swear to God if you-" Jack batted away the notion coming to sit in the chair across from him.

"I's nothing like that mate. I jus- had a….proposition for her is all."

"A proposition," he said, the words coming in a confused voice. "What kind of proposition?"

"Well lad, that business is between me and your missing bony lad," the captain said earning a skeptical look from the blacksmith. "Well if ye must know there's a treasure I can't find all on me onesies savvy?"

"Why Anamaria?"

"Because mate," he replied with a smirk. "It's in her own country: Brazil."