Okay, here's chapter 2. I'll introduce the characters I already decided will be in it, after a bit of interaction between those already there, then I''ll leave it until next chapter for more. That way the reviewers will have more time to suggest any more characters they want in it, or other things for the story.

Oh, by the way, is it Ana Marie or Ana Maria? Sorry if I'm getting it wrong...

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Norrington sighed very loudly after about five minutes of fidgeting in silence.

"Where are the others?" he said.

"It's only been a few minutes," pointed out Ana Marie. "Give them more time to arrive."

Norrington leaned back, his hands linked behind his head. "What about that person who's supposed to tell us about this journey? When will he be here?"

"The letter said we should be here by eleven o'clock, and that he would be here at half past the hour," said Jack. "Guess that gives the rest plenty of time to get here before he explains it all."

"It's very odd," said Ana Marie.

"What is?" Jack asked.

"This whole situation. What is the voyage for? Why do they need us in particular for it? All of us are in some way linked with the Black Pearl incident. I'm wondering why that is."

"That's a good question," said Norrington, considering her point. "It is kind of strange."

"Well, as long as there's something in it for me," said Jack. The other two looked at him.

"What?" said Jack. "I'm a pirate."

After another moment, Jack spoke again.

"So, Norrington, what've you been up to since I last saw you? I don't need to ask Ana Marie, I already know what's happened to her..."

Ana glared at Jack, and Jack thought that perhaps it would've been better not to remind her of it.

"Well," said Norrington crossing his arms in front of him, "The last time you saw me I was actually working as a sword-for-hire. In other words, people who needed protection, for themselves or goods, I protected them. The time you saw me before that," and here Norrington smiled grimly, "I was drinking my brains out at any tavern that had not yet banned me.

"In between those two times, well, I got over my perpetual drunkeness," he said this word with disgust, "and managed to pick myself out of the dirt. It was a hard and complicated journey, and took a lot of my willpower, but I managed it." Norrington was quiet for a moment, then said, "Perhaps some time I'll tell you of it."

There was a pause, as usually follows someone speaking at length, when the door opened, and in came--who else--but Will Turner.

He raised an eyebrow. "So these are the people I'm going to be living with on a boat?"

"Yes, lad," said Jack. "but don't worry, we're not the mean type. We know the eunuch thing is a sore spot for you."

Will rolled his eyes. "For the last time, I am not a eunuch."

"Will, how come you never told me about this?" said Norrington.

"I'm not a eunuch!" shouted Will.

"Who's a eunuch?" said a voice, and all of the occupants of the room looked over to the stairs that none of them had noticed, where stood a man.

The color rushed to Will's face as he realized that he was in the presence of their host.

"So," said the man, who had brown, straight hair that framed the sides of his face and tawny eyes, "Where is Miss Swann?"

"She should be here soon," mumbled Will.

"Good," said the man. "There may be some others arriving, as well."

The four exchanged glances. Who might be these others that he spoke of?

"When all are here," he continued, "I will explain to you the matter of this voyage. Until then, no questions, because I do not want to have to explain myself twice."

At that moment, Elizabeth entered the room. She looked around at the people there.

"Please tell me this is the wrong room," she said.