Once again, this chapter took waaaaay longer then it should have, but it was an interesting one to write. I sort of came up with things and put things together as I wrote. Let me know if it all fits!

Jack said nothing as he waited for Gillette to explain just what he had done. With a deep breath Gillette began to tell of the plan.

"I couldn't let what you did to Governor Norrington go unpunished. I had been furious over the way you had humiliated him, even if he had moved on. I never really forgave him for just letting you go, but I vowed I would seek vengeance, and with this ship I had the perfect opportunity. As soon as I found out what the ship was capable of, I started to formulate a plan.

I knew the only real bait I had was Turner, who I detested almost as much as you. I realized if I did things right, I could kill two birds with one stone. "

Things suddenly started to make sense to Jack. "So it was you who kidnapped Will and forged the note!"

Gillette nodded, seeming to grow more comfortable. Recounting his foolproof plan, even to a ghost, seemed to give him confidence, and it was making Jack increasingly uneasy.

"We simply kidnapped Turner and dropped him off on Tortuga with only the clothes on his back, making sure word spread so that it would eventually get to you. We then traveled back to Port Royal, but one year in the future. Will had been returned by you safely without our interference, and I requested that he come to the fort. Once there, I told him we had a sure suspect in his kidnapping and he needed to give us as much information as possible about what happened to him and how he got back. He was fine with telling us exactly when he got back, but naturally he was more reluctant to tell us who had brought him. I knew it had to have been you so I didn't press the matter. I just asked him where on the island he had been dropped off, and he obviously didn't think there could be any harm in telling me that. Little did he know, he gave us exactly what we needed to capture you. We wasted no time getting on the ship and sailing just out of sight of Port Royal before going back one year and preparing for your arrival."

"Wait just a moment," said Jack, holding up a finger. "I thought you said you needed lighting to go back and forth."

"If you're traveling to a new destination in time you do. We learned through our experiments before we took Turner that the ship can return to a time it has previously been to without lightning you if can get the compass to the exact date and flip a lever right next to it. It was difficult, but we managed to get back. I then simply told Norrington I had done some investigations and discovered inside information that you were helping Turner get back, and found the date and place you would be returning. Norrington had no trouble believing that a filthy pirate from your crew would give me the information for some measly gold coins to get himself drunk, and he commended me on my efforts. The Dauntless was loaded with soldiers, we sailed to where you would be, and-I think you can figure out the rest for yourself." he finished, rather smugly.

Jack hid his discomfort and surprise under an easy and convincing grin. "My congratulations Commodore, I wouldn'tve thought you had it in you. Just one more question for you. When did you discover the ship? I'm sure you'd never forget the luckiest day of your life"

Gillette sneered at the comment. "You know Sparrow, you certainly don't look like a ghost to me."

'Fantastic, the simpleton finally figured it out.' thought Jack. 'Fine mess you've gotten yourself into Sparrow! Now what?'

"Apologies," Jack said with bow as he fiercely tried to think of a way out. "I hate to disappoint."

"And you didn't have much trouble accepting a time traveling ship."

"Well hopefully you won't have any trouble believing I could cut you to ribbons with this cutlass." And with a lighting-fast motion, Jack's cutlass was inches from Gillette's throat. If Gillette had any doubts of Jack being a ghost, Jack had quickly cleared up the issue.

Though a confident grin was still on his face, Jack knew he had backed himself into a corner. Just when he thought he was really stuck, he was struck with an epiphany. He would have to remember to thank Elizabeth.

Gillette was completely stunned for a moment before reluctantly stuttering, "T-the seventh of July."

"Many thanks, and now, as lovely as it is talking with you Commodore, I really must be going."

Gillette looked as though he was about to shout for help, but he was never able to, as a fistful of flour was hurled at his face with frightening velocity. It hit him square in the face, causing a cloud of flour to completely cloud Gillette's field of vision. Jack took this opportunity to make a mad dash for the door, the pockets of his coat flapping inside out, flour still sticking to them.

Now that all that is out of the way, the next chapter should have a little more action in it. Reviews appreciated as always! Whoa I just noticed this is the 13th chapter, updated on Friday the 13. Cue the Twilight Zone Music!

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