This may be the last chapter I write for a bit since college is going to rear it's ugly head again soon, but I'm definately looking forward to writing the next chapter, and I think you'll see why by the end of this one.

Gillette fell to a crumpled mass at Will's feet, a large bump already starting to form on his head where Will had just smacked him with a two-by-four.

"And that." Jack said, holding up a finger and looking every bit like a distinguished professor concluding a lecture, "is why delivering lengthy monologues to your enemy is a very bad idea."

Jack gingerly stepped over Gillette's unconscious form and headed towards Will. He was going to give him a hearty slap on the back, but upon seeing that Will was still holding the two by four and had a strange gleam in his eyes after just taking out his worst nemesis, he thought better of it and retracted his hand, curling each finger one at a time, and gave him one of his customary bows instead and went to retrieve the horses. The two of them then finished loading the weapons, including some small but rather nastily effective looking little cannons. They hitched up the horses and covered both their cargo and themselves in rags so as not to attract too much attention to themselves. Finally, before they left, they made sure Gillette would wake up nice and cozy in a little cell all his own in the fort.

As they made their way down to the water, Will couldn't help but feel nervous for Elizabeth. He was feeling terrible now that they had made her singlehandedly face the entire Navy while they snuck safely down to the harbor. He finally couldn't take it anymore, and turned to Jack. "Do you really think Elizabeth is going to be alright?"

Jack turned and opened his mouth to answer but before he could, they heard noises echoing down the street from them . They both turned to see Elizabeth barreling towards them on the street intersecting theirs. They watched wordlessly, their heads following her from right to left, as she streaked past them screaming, "Don't you know who I am? I am an ACTRESS!"

Their heads snapped back to the right to watch the string of soldiers running after her.

"Oh, I think she'll he alright."

They paused a moment in time to hear her fading voice screech."I don't deserve this kind of treatment! I'm FAMOUS YOU KNOW!"

"Very creative. I'll give her that." he added.

Jack and Will finally made it down to the harbor, and were pleasantly surprised to find that Gibbs and Anamaria had rustled up a decent amount of men, some of which actually looked like they knew what a ship was, and had two longboats ready and waiting.

"Well, done Gibbs." Jack said while swaying backwards slightly until he was out of Gibb's line of vision to give Anamaria a nod.

"Wasn't nothin' Cap'n" Gibbs said proudly. "More'n a few sailors in Port Royal are less then fond of Gillette." As if to illustrate this fact, many lifted their heads and began grumbling incoherently at the sound of Gillette's name.

Jack stood confidently before the line of men, surveying them a moment before growling,"Listen up!" He put his hands behind his back and began walking up and down the line."We are about to embark upon a mission of the utmost importance ...and weirdness. Those of you lacking the intestinal fortitude to cope with having your entire existence thrown into question had better leave now or start drinking 'til you can." Jack's hands had escaped by this time and were eagerly aiding in his speech as he paced back and forth. "Your safety is not guaranteed. I have in fact only done this once before, but if any of you detest Gillette even a small fraction as much as myself, I can assure you it will be more then worth your while. What say you?"

The men whooped and hollered and threw up their arms, which was rather unfortunate due to the fact that many were holding bottles of rum, and this caused them to splash it all over themselves, making them reek even more of rum then they had previously, if that was possible

"Got quite a way with words, hasn't he." Gibbs said, nudging Will hard in the ribs before making his way down to one of the longboats. Will had to admit, the men did seem to be genuinely excited. He quickly climbed into the first longboat, behind Jack and next to Gibbs. The men quickly loaded as many weapons an the boats would hold before they took up oars and started rowing out into the harbor.

"So Jack, where be this ship of yours?" Gibbs asked.

"Around the point on the north side of the island, but that's not where we're going." Jack answered, never taking his eyes off of what was ahead of him.

"Not to the ship, then where on Earth-" Gibbs began, but then looked up to see what Jack was staring at. "Ah, right then. The Pearl it is."

Will snapped his head up. "What? But Jack-"

Jack cut him off mid-sentence. "Will, did you think that there was really even the slightest chance that I would leave here without her?" he asked quietly.

Will thought a moment. "Well, no I suppose not." he sighed.

"I'll have you know that I am not doing this entirely out of spite. It's completely logical from a strategical standpoint. If Gillette manages to get out of that cell, there's no way he'll be able to catch us without it." He paused a moment, and then added brightly,"Spite is just an added incentive."

They made it out to the Freedom/Pearl, and were surprised to find it guarded by only a couple of drowsy and inept soldiers. Jack was naturally disgusted, and immediately went into a tirade. "Here they are with the bloody fastest ship in the whole bloody Spanish Main and they can't even go through the trouble of guarding it properly?" Gibbs actually had to yank Jack back down into his seat to keep him from rocking the longboat and causing enough commotion to wake the soldiers.

It took only a few minutes to board the ship, gently wake the soldiers and inform them their ship was being commandeered, tie them up neatly, and send them on their way in one of the longboats.

Jack surveyed the deck, his brow furrowing at all the blue and gold assaulting his eyes wherever he looked. Though the ship looked less intimidating, it still managed to look quite impressive, no matter how it happened to be dressed. Jack gave a nod to Gibbs, who immediately began barking out orders as if he had been on a the ship yesterday. Jack quietly made his way up to the helm. As he stood before the wheel, it suddenly struck him that although he himself had been on The Pearl only a few days ago, technically he hadn't set foot on this ship in twenty years. He rubbed the wheel apologetically only to be interrupted a moment later by Will.

"We're ready."

Jack tore his hand off the wheel and attempted to hide his annoyance at Will. He cast a quick look of disapproval up at the stark white sails before nodding and taking the helm once again.

Jack and the crew reached the Lorean just as the first rays of dawn were spreading over the horizon. They struck the hull of the gleaming silver ship and reflected onto the waves below in a dazzling display. Most of the crew of the Pearl-dom (as Gibbs now called it) gathered at the starboard railing to catch a glimpse of the ship, and were treated to the spectacular light show. The crew looked upon the ship will silent awe, but Jack felt only relief at seeing it again. He knew that there had been no real reason to have been worried, as there had been no sign of a storm since they had anchored, but as much as he hated to admit it, Gillette's warning about the ship being unpredictable stubbornly stayed with him.

They anchored as close the Lorean as possible and began the arduous process of transporting as much of the Pearl's heavy artillery over to the Lorean as they could manage, as well as the weapons Jack and Will had procured from the fort. After the Lorean had as many of the Pearl's cannons as it's deck could hold on board, Jack ordered that the Pearl's sails be fully deployed. They clamored into a longboat and rowed to the anchor rope, which the ship was now straining heavily against. Jack began hacking away at the rope until it snapped from the tension and the ship broke free. He smiled in satisfaction as the ship sailed out into the open ocean, the sunlight reflecting on the golden letters spelling "Freedom" across the ships stern.

Traveling back in time to the proper year proved to be far more difficult then Gillette had made it sound. After getting some distance between themselves and Port Royal and toying around with the compass a bit, Jack discovered two important things. Firstly, that the compass was far more intricate then previously believed. There were smaller instruments beside the year odometer indicating the month and even the precise day. Secondly, there was a small pin holding the lever that would activate the time traveling in place until the odometer displayed a time the ship had previously traveled to. The pin would then retract with a sharp snap, allowing the lever to be flipped. That was simple enough, but the wind that day proved to be unpredictable, making steering the ship to the precise time needed maddingly difficult. To complicate matters even further, it was impossible to read the compass and man the helm at the same time. By mid-morning, Jack and Will had developed a system which basically consisted of Will screaming out the readings of the compass while Jack frantically tried to crank the wheel in the necessary direction. Every time they got close, a sudden gust of wind would alter the ships course just slightly, just before Will could flip the leaver. After a few hours of this, both Jack and Will were at their wit's and the rest of the crew was on edge.

"Left a bit more."Will said, his bloodshot eyes just inches from the compass."Little more." Jack growled but complied, turning the wheel just slightly to the left.

"Almost there, alllllmost there. Allllmmmmmooooosssssttttt."

That was it. Jack threw his arms up in the air in exasperation. "Bloody Hell! Just keep your mouth shut, and when the damn thing gets close flip-" Jack wasn't able to finish his sentence however, as just then the universe dropped out from under them.

They were hurtling through time and space. Their brains turned themselves inside-out and began turning somersaults inside their skulls. They did a lap around the galaxy before unceremoniously being plopped back down into the ocean on a sunny Caribbean day sometime just between late morning and early afternoon, twenty years in the past.

"-the lever"Jack finished. His eyes were glazed over and swaying quite violently, even for him.

Will, who was laying spread eagled on the deck just a few feet away could only manage, "Hmaa." in reply. Jack decided, after several minutes of staggering around deck trying to remember where he left his brain, that he was glad he wasn't conscious for his first trip though time.

After a good half an hour of recovery, the crew finally seemed ready to sail, though there were still some murmurs that Saturn was trying to attack the ship off the port side, which led to an argument about whether it was actually Saturn, or Jupiter flying Saturn's colors in an attempt to deceive them, and this only led to further arguments from a small faction of the crew that believed it to be neither Jupiter or Saturn, but a pod of disgruntled narwhales that were coming to collect the money that was owed them from a card game.

Will managed to stumble up to the helm and took a deep breath before attempting a coherent sentence. "Now what?" He paused a moment to make sure it made sense, and then smiled in satisfaction when he realized that indeed it did.

"Now," Jack replied, a bit better off then the rest of the crew thanks to his previous, albeit unconscious trip though time, "We find the one man with strategy, skill, and creativity to defeat Gillette and save all our futures."

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Jack Sparrow was in his cabin, maps and charts in front of him, bottle of rum at his side and the Black Pearl underneath his feet. This would normally have put him in an exceptionally good mood, as this usually meant he was plotting the Pearl's nextprofitable endeavor, but tonight he was plotting a very different course, and it put him in a very different mood.

"Bloody stupid Will. I leave him with a bloody fairytale ending, and he up and gets himself bloody kidnaped." Jack growled as he tried to figure a way to drop Will back off at Port Royal without the Pearl being spotted. He asked himself for the hundredth time that evening why he was even bothering helping Will, but he already knew the answer. Will had risked his life to save Jack, and as happy as he was to forget the incident and go about his life, now that he had a chance to repay Will, he knew that bloody conscious of his wouldn't let him live with himself if he didn't.

Jack reached for his trusty bottle only to realize it was empty. Groaning, he slammed his head down rather hard right on top of the maps he had just been studying and didn't lift it up even when there was a tentative knock at the door. "Aye?"he said, his voice muffled under the layers of papers on his desk.

"Uh, Captain?" Came the voice of Gibbs in the doorway. "Jack?"

Jack finally lifted his head to look up, and found Gibbs to be squinting at him, rubbing his eyes and blinking rapidly. He suddenly dashed to the door, peeked out for a moment as if to confirm something, and slowly came back shaking his head. "There's a ship outside and there's-uh, there's someone requesting to see you Capn'."

Jack's brows furrowed. "Who is it?"

Gibbs seemed reluctant to answer a moment before finally closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"You."

I'm hoping that I'm the first person in history to refrence a YTMND in a POTC fanfic. I hope you're all as excited for the next chapter as I am WEEE! Please let me know what you thought, even you people that have been reading but haven't reviewed yet. Yeah you too! Come on, I know you're out there!