Just a short humorous chapter for this week. Then next one will either be a short one next week, or a longer one in the next couple of weeks, dependng on where I decide to cut it off. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed. You don't know how much more fun it is to write this story when I know people are laughing and enjoying it!

Jack and Will headed quickly down to the harbor, Jack in the lead and Will close behind, lost in his own thoughts. How was Jack planning to get information from Norrington without getting hanged, and would they really be able to travel back to before the kidnapping had happened? Fortuantely, Will paused from his thoughts and looked up the road just in time to avoid being clotheslined by Jack's outsteached arm

The pirate had held out his arm to stop Will, and had his attention compleatly foucused on something to the right of both of them. Will craned his neck over Jack's arm to see what he was so captivated by. To the right of them was a small plot of land, scattered with various makeshift grave markers. The Tortuga Cemetry; or at least one of the Tortuga Cemetaries. Will figurered that there had to be a few scattered around.

Jack strode up to the cemetary, and after a short pause, entered it. He walked through it exaggeratedly careful, as if he was walking on eggshells. This combined with his usual swagger made for an incredebly interesting spectacle as he went from marker to marker, searching.

Will decided to let Jack find what we was looking for by himself, and kept himself occupoed by reading some of the nearby markers.

"Here lies Smitty.

Trampled to death by a pig"

"Here lies Crazy-Eyed Jim.

Choked to death on the pig."

"'Jolly' Roger White.

No one quite knows what happened to him."

Will looked up to see that Jack had found what he was looking for, and headed over to join him.

Jack stared down an the marker and, with a grandiose gesture, swept off his hat and placed it lovingly over his heart. Will looked down at the marker until he was inturruped by Jack clearing his throught. He looked up to see Jack staring at him intently. When Jack's gaze was met with nothing but confusion by Will, he sighed, rolled his his eyes and stared down at the marker and back at Will.

Will, sudddenly realizing what Jack was indicating, blushed and cleared his thoat.

"Jack was a good man. I rememeber the time he stole the Interceptor-"

"Commandeered"

"Right. Commandered the Interceptor right from under Norrington's nose. He did it without firing a single shot. He was brave and smart, and truly one of the best friends I could ever ask for."

Jack gave a small yawn, and Will realized he probabaly would have preferred euology with more swordfighting and sailing and descripions of piracy. He decided to end it with, "And he was the best pirate ever to sail the Caribbean. May he rest in peace."

Jack seemed satisfied with the ending and held up his finger for a moment. He did his eggshell-stepping swagger throught the graveyard and to the nearest house, where he promply ripped a flowering plant, roots and all, from a window box. He came back and gingerly layed it at the foot of the marker.

Stepping back, he looked down at his work with somber satisfaction and dramatically whisked away a tear that Will wasn't sure was real or not. He then dusted of his hands and turned to face Will, who after an icy stare from Jack, realized where he was standing and leapt away to the right of the grave marker.

"All right then. What's say we get on our way to Port Royal?"

Next Chapter: Port Royal:1745

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