AN: Hey all!!! I am SOOOOOOOO sorry it has taken me FOREVER to get another chapter up for this story! I had been really busy with school and stuff and then I had some serious writer's block on this story (trust me, this is a tough one to write). I apologize for the delay and I will do my best to update a bit more frequently now. Hope you all enjoy this chapter (and thanks for all the reviews too....please keep them coming)! :)

Jack Sparrow stepped out of the tiny pie shop on Fleet Street into the blinding sunlight. He squinted and blinked trying to adjust. Still somehow better on a ship, Jack thought as he held up his hand to shadow his face.

He glanced around and shrugged. Then he began his stroll through the streets of London. He didn't really know where he was going nor did he know what he was looking for. Yet somehow his feet seemed to know exactly where they wanted to take him.

As Jack walked into the town square, he noticed Sweeney Todd on the stage. He swallowed hard, but remained at the back of the crowd hoping Todd wouldn't spot him there. It seemed that Mr. Todd had been declared the winner of some sort of contest between barbers. Todd looked happy, but had a rather malicious glint in his eyes that gave Jack chills.

Jack decided to get away before Sweeney would possible spot him so he turned on his heel and took off down the nearest alleyway. Breathing hard, Jack checked over his shoulder to be certain he wasn't being followed. He wasn't. He continued along his path, but insisted on casting a backwards glance every few feet.

That was when Jack realized he was being paranoid. "Need to calm down, Jackie, just calm down," Jack said to himself. "Maybe some rum will take the edge off," he muttered as he spotted the bar.

Jack drained about five mugs of rum before slamming it down on the counter and standing up to leave. He was just a bit tipsy as he stumbled toward the door, but at least he felt a bit better. It's also nice not having Elizabeth around to get rid of the rum, he thought with a grin as he ran the back of his hand across his mouth to rid his lips of any excess liquid.

Jack made his way back through the streets of London back towards Fleet Street. He still wasn't sure why he was in this place, but somehow felt it had something to do with Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shop and Mr. Todd.

As he stopped to wonder about what sort of connection he could possibly have to Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd, Jack began to wonder if he really had to be here. Why couldn't he just hop aboard a ship and sail away from this… place?

That's an excellent idea, Jackie! Why should you stay here if you don't have to? No one said you had to stay, so let's get out of here and back on the open ocean. Jack made his way to the harbor.

Upon reaching it, he couldn't find his small boat he had traveled here in. Of course, it would've been so much easier had he had the Pearl but that was currently in the possession of his mutinous first mate, Barbossa.

No matter, Jack thought. I'll just commandeer a ship, that works too. Jack began searching the harbor for a docked ship with no one around that was fairly simple to man with one man. Unfortunately, he wasn't having much luck.

Just when he was about to give up hope, he spotted exactly what he was looking for. Ok, so it wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it would do. It was a smaller vessel, but could easily be crewed by one. Could it probably catch the Pearl? Doubtful, but it could get him to Tortuga where he could find a faster vessel with a larger crew.

Jack snuck aboard the ship and prepared it for departure. He pulled up the anchors and readied the sails to take him away from this place. However, the ship wouldn't move. There was a steady breeze that was more than enough to get the ship moving, but it wasn't.

Jack grumbled under his breath when the wind finally caught in the sails and the ship began to move. Jack jumped for joy, "Ha! Not keeping me in this place!"

But Jack didn't make it very far, only to the mouth of the harbor. That's when something strange happened. It seemed that the boat steered itself and began moving backwards taking him to its spot at port. Jack screamed and tried to fight the motions with all his might at the helm, but it didn't help.

When the ship came to rest in its location at the dock again, Jack groaned. The anchors dropped. "What the hell is going on here?" Jack wondered aloud as he reached in his pocket to take out his trusty compass.

He flipped the compass open to see the dial spinning out of control. "What the hell?" he said again, slamming it shut. He tried opening it again, but it was still doing that spinning thing. He shook it, trying to make it stop, but it wouldn't.

"Well fine!" he huffed, slamming it shut again and shoving it back in his pocket. "I'll just stay here until I figure out whatever the hell it is I'm supposed to figure out!" he yelled to no one in particular as he jumped down onto the dock and stormed away from the ships at port.