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Jack gulped. He knew what he had just heard, but he thought he'd let her repeat it just to be absolutely positive.

"Come again?"

"I'm going with you."

"Ah, right."

Well, he had heard correctly. Now he just needed to find a way for her to change her mind, something that he knew would be an exercise in futility, since Elizabeth was never one to change her mind once it was made up.

"Elizabeth darling, we're having enough of a time sneaking around as it is. Another person will only slow us down, and if that person happens to be the wife of the governor, well that's not exactly convenient for us now, is it?"

"My life will be changed just as much as yours if you do change the past, so I have just as much a right as you do to be a part of this!"

Jack seemed to ponder this for a moment, and then said quietly. "Nothing I could say would keep you from coming then?"

Elizabeth stared at him steadily. "No."

"Right then. Let's go."

Elizabeth stared at him for a moment in shock. She looked back through the kitchen door, hesitating, but when she looked back to Jack, she could tell by the expression on his face that he wasn't going to wait for her to get a proper dress on or pin up her hair, let alone some time to say goodbye to her life as she knew it. She took a deep breath, and followed Will and Jack out the window.

To Jack's surprise, Elizabeth turned out to be quite the asset on their way to Gillette's home. She knew the quickest way there due to the amount of times she was forced to visit with Norrington for what usually turned out to be incredibly long and uncomfortable evenings. Gillette wasn't known for his entertaining skills.

The trio slipped quietly through the night streets. Jack noticed that Will and Elizabeth had been avoiding looking and one another, and were most likely grateful that there was an excuse for the awkward silence between them. They pressed on to Gillette's home, carful not to make a noise lest they be discovered.

After a short time they came to the front gates of a small but garishly decorated home. Gillette seemed to want the city to know of his importance, and it had shown through the opulence of his home. Despite the fact that the entrance through the governor's kitchen didn't quite go as planned for Jack and Will, it appeared to be the only window on the lower floor of Gillette's home that was open, and they were forced to use it. Luckily all three made it in without a sound.

"Alright." said Jack in a whisper as they formed a huddle in the kitchen. "I want you two to stand guard for me. If all goes as planned, there could be...a bit of a commotion, and I'll have to know if anyone hears so we can make a clean getaway. One of you station ourselves by the front door, the other towards the top of the stairs. Understood?"

Jack didn't wait for conformation, and started for the stairs when he heard a harsh whisper.

"Jaaack!"

"What?"

"What's the signal? " whispered Will.

"What?"

"The signal to warn you! What do we do? Call like a seagull? Bark like a dog?"

"Or some sort of whistle" added Elizabeth helpfully.

"Or," said Jack, his patience wearing thin, "You could say 'Oy Jack, someone's coming.'"

Both stared a moment and then nodded solemnly. Jack turned once more when he was interrupted once again by a harsh whisper. This time it was Elizabeth.

"Jaaaaack!"

"What?" Jack replied, gritting his teeth.

"What exactly are you going to do up there?"

Jack took a deep breath before he explained. "Well according to the both of you I am currently deceased correct?"

Will and Elizabeth nodded.

"Well then, when Gillette wakes up to see me at the foot of his bed, he'll have just a bit of a surprise then won't he? I figure I'll take advantage of this and ask him a few questions that will help all of us figure out just how he knew where I was when I brought Will back on the Pearl."

"Well you don't look too much like a ghost." she said simply.

"I looked enough like one to convince you didn't I?"

"Well, well perhaps you could make more of an effort"

Jack stared at her a moment before turning around one last time to head up the stairs.

"Jaaaack."

Jack whirled around to tell the both of them to be quiet and take up their posts for the love of all things holy, when he was quite unexpectedly hit in the face with something powdery and white.

"There we are!" said Elizabeth, dusting the flour off her hands with satisfaction. Before her stood a completely shocked Jack, covered from head to foot in flour. He tried to get his mouth to work, but was unable to at the moment, due in no small part to the large amount of flour in it.

"Gives a nice effect don't you think?" she whispered to Will.

"Um, oh yes! Very scary."He quickly whispered to appease her.

Jack finally managed to spit out much of the flour and was doing everything in his power not to shout at the top of his lungs.

"Scary? I look like a bloody pastry!"

"Well I think it makes you look like a proper ghost!" Elizabeth said indignantly.

Instead of continuing the argument, Jack merely gave Elizabeth a scowl and made his way up the stairs, shaking off as much excess flour as he could on the way up. 'A proper ghost! Gillette won't know whether to scream or try to flatten me with a bloody rolling pin!' he thought angrily to himself as he made his way to the master bedroom.

He came to a stop outside the door and could hear soft snoring coming from within the room.'Alright Jack, time to give the performance of your afterlife'

Next Chapter: Gillette's interrogation