A/N - yes, yes, yes, I know I'm a horrible person for giving a cliffie and not updating this story in ... what, more than a month? sigh I apologise for the shortness and probable cheeseness of this chapter ... Anywho, that aside, I hope you like this chapter. ... and a thank you to all my awesome reviewers!!

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Even though it was still very dark outside, Jack didn't think he could stand to be in the room any more. It suddenly seemed small and cramped. He thought he would go crazy if he didn't get out and get some fresh air, and maybe take a walk. Jack thought about waking Anamaria, but thought better of it - she had been having problems sleeping recently, and he knew that if he woke her up, she probably wouldn't get back to sleep that night, and he didn't want to be the cause of that. He quietly left the room, trying not to let the door squeek, and went down to the beach. He wasn't really sure what he was doing there, except that he knew that he felt so … he wanted to be doing something, anything. Then there was the dream. Why would he be having a dream like that now? It wasn't like he needed reminding … He knew there had to be something he was overlooking, but what?

He paced back and forth for a while, and then just stared out at the sea, so lost in thought that he didn't even hear her coming. Anamaria knew he'd feel guilty because she'd woken up, but it really wasn't his fault. She didn't want to make him feel guilty, but she knew that something was bothering him, and she wanted to help.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

"I wish I could tell you" he said I wish I could tell you everything, but I can't. It would ruin everything, and I can't let that happen, no matter what.

"You can."

"It was a dream" he said after a moment, taking her in his arms, letting the feeling of her being there with him wash away all his doubts, his fears. He didn't know what he'd ever do if he lost her again. They kissed, letting the feeling of being together wash over them. Anamaria had a sudden thought, and became afraid - what if something happened to Jack? She didn't know what she would do ...

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Commodore James Norrington was getting very tired of hiding on Tortuga, however, capturing Jack Sparrow was, in his opinion, much more important than remaining visable, or remaining in Port Royal, for that matter. And so far he had managed to escape detection. so far so good.

"What can you tell me" he asked the man standing slightly behind him "of the recent developments for the plan Jack Sparrow has to go after the treasure of Isla Dioses? Is everything going as planned, and on schedule?"

"There has been a delay." The man said. Norrington spun around to look at him. He was about as tall as the commodore himself, and his face was concealed behind the hood of a cloak. Norrington wished he could have concealed his surprise that way.

" What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean that one day, Jack Sparrow just decided that a whole bunch of repairs needed to be done on the Black Pearl, so they weren't setting sail right away.

"Do you think he's on to something?"

"I don't know – it's hard to tell" the man paused.

"If we don't know then we should assume that he knows what we're planning." Norrington interrupted, wishing it was simpler than that – Jack Sparrow might not know what they were planning, but all the same, this development called for a complete change of plans.

"But what are you going to do about it?"

"Do you think I'd tell you?" Norrington asked angrily. "Just because I trust you enough to tell me the goings on in Jack Sparrow's life does not mean I trust you enough to tell you anything about mine. Let me know if there are any further developments." Norrington passed a small bag of coins over to the other man, then icily turned back on the stranger to look out at the sea.

"Just one more thing." the stranger said. Norrington turned around again and met the stranger's gaze with one that was just as hard and determined. "Promise me she won't be hurt."

"That was never a condition." the stranger reached for a weapon. Norrington couldn't tell if it was a sword or a pistol that was under the stanger's cloak.

"Promise me!" the stranger demanded.

"Fine." Norrington said in a hard sort of voice. "I'll do what I can."

"Make sure it's good enough." And with that, the stranger turned and left.

"I have been waiting to get revenge on Jack Sparrow ever since he first arrived in Port Royal," Norrington thought "And I know Lord Beckett has been waiting for revenge even longer than I have. Now we'll finally get a chance to exact it. If we play our cards right." All he could do now was hope he was doing just that, and trust in the plan he was forming.

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