This chapter isn't as long as I had originally planned, but I will try to make up for that next chapter. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!

Jack and Will wasted no time in getting to the harbor, obtaining a few necessary supplies, and rowing out to the Lorean .As they made their way to the ship,Jack noticed Will gazing up at it. Despite how little Will knew about ships, he knew that this particular one was certainly not your run of the mill sailing vessel as they approached it.

"She's something, isn't she?" Jack remarked. After getting over his initial resentment at the ship for transporting him into the future, he found himself rather impressed with it. He was interested to see just how quickly it could get them to Port Royal. The Lorean didn't disappoint her temporary captain. The ship sliced though the water quickly and gracefully making excellent time, and Jack couldn't have been more grateful. The future Will was a bigger stick then the Will of the past. When he wasn't moping all over the ship, he was voicing his concerns over their objective, or lack thereof.

On the second day of the journey, the sun was gleaming, there were no storm clouds to be wary of, and there was a good strong wind. A day any sailor dreams of; and Jack was ready to tie himself to a cannon and go pay Bill a visit. He was at the helm, while Will stood directly behind him.

"...Jack?"

Jack managed a massive eye roll before answering, "Aye?"

"W-what am I going to do when I see Elizabeth? She's probably still as beautiful as ever and look at me. I'm pathetic."

"Yes, that's true, but fortunately for you that won't matter."

Will forgot to be insulted, as what Jack had said sparked his curiosity. " What do you mean?"

"Nothing for you to concern yourself with." Jack said, not taking his narrowed eyes off the horizon."Just leave everything to me. I have a plan"

"Oh no." Will said shoulders drooping. "That's what I was afraid of." Will slunk off the deck, and after several minutes below deck, emerged again with a perturbed look on his face. "Jack, where's the rum?"

Jack once again didn't take his eyes off the horizon. "There isn't any."

Will's jaw dropped. "What? How could you have forgotten the rum?"

Jack glanced down at the compass, watching the years fluxuate on the odometer as he slowly tilted the wheel. "I didn't forget it. I didn't get any."

"Why? Why would you not buy any rum?"Will looked positively crushed.

"Because, " Jack said, looking up at Will for the first time."despite what everyone seems to believe, I am perfectly capable of functioning with out it, and if my memory serves me, there was a time when you could too."

Will bowed his head in shame and mumbled something about going below deck for some rest. Jack waited several minutes until he was fairly certain that Will was asleep before he reached over the side of the ship and pulled up a rope until he had procured what had been carefully tied to the end of it.

Jack cradled the bottle in his hands a moment before pulling the cork and downing about half the bottle at once. He wasn't lying when he said he could function fine without rum, but it certainly did help when he was confined on a ship with a heart-sick man with more emotional baggage then the ocean had fish..

The rest of the trip was relativley uneventful, and they made it to Port Royal in excellent time. As they approached the island, Jack guided the ship so that they couldn't be seen from the city; much like he did with the Black Pearl when he was trying to get Will back to Port Royal. Will was nervous about the ordeal, and with good reason considering what had happened the last time, but Jack assured him that it was the only way to get to Port Royal and keep the ship hidden.

Jack and Will anchored the ship, rowed to shore and started fighting their way through the vegetation to the city. By the time they made their way to the edge of the city, it was sunset, They broke out of the trees and saw the Port Royal harbor spread out before them. Some merchant ships were anchored near the port, and Jack spotted two ships that were painted in the distinct colors of the British Royal Navy. The first was easily recognizable as the Dauntless, but Jack didn't recognize the second ship. He had never seen it before, but it looked somewhat familiar. Jack quickly pulled out a spyglass and studied the smaller ship anchored next to the Dauntless. Suddenly, he dropped the spyglass and stared blankly out into the harbor, his mouth agape. Will picked the spyglass up and looked up at the ship. He noticed a word was scrawled on the back of the ship in shining gold letters.

Freedom.

Jack suddenly spoke.

"Now it's personal."

Dun dun DUN! I spoke a bit too soon when I dubbed this chapter Port Royal 1745. My apologies! Don't forget those reviews!

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