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"I asked you first!" the Pirate said.

"No, I said it first," the Commodore said back.

The two men glared at each other and opened their mouths.

"Who are you?" they said at the same time.

The fog was getting thicker by the moment.

"Come on, just answer the question," the Pirate said.

"I would but it's just that..."

"Just that what?"

The Commodore sighed and looked down (likely to look at his feet but the fog was much too impervious). "I sort of have no idea what my name is nor who I am," the Commodore said. He seemed to be very sad about it so it must have been true.

"Oh, so sorry mate," the Pirate said patting him on the shoulder.

"Well then who are you sir?"

The Pirate opened his mouth and quickly closed it again and repeated doing that for several minutes more. "As a matter of fact, I don't know myself. Hmm, how odd..."

"Quite," the Commodore said.

The two men tried to look behind themselves and the Commodore nodded. "One thing I know for sure," he said, "is that we are most definitely on an island of some kind."

"Now if only we can remember why, how we got here and who we are then we'll be ship shape condition."

"Should we sit down then?" the Commodore asked. "I think I see a tree through all this...fog."

"Say, I think I remember two other people with us. A boy and girl...they were married I think." The Pirate shrugged on the thought and began to chew on his fingernails. "And they would have names too I suppose."

"James!"

"Beg pardon?" the boy asked.

"I don't really know why but that name just seems...Is it your name?" the girl asked.

"I don't know. We've been trying to figure this out for awhile now and we're not making heads or tails of anything. I'm starting to get worried that we'll never remember."

The girl laid her head on the boy's shoulder, comforted by his warmth. He took her hands in his and sighed. Even with no memory of anything, she knew she could trust him with her life.

"...Is my name James then?"

She looked up into his face and shook her head. "No, you don't look like a James to me at all."

The boy nodded. "Well, at this point, we've got to come up with something to call ourselves. I...I want to call you by something," he said sincerely.

"Well of course you're right. I can't just keep calling you man in my head. You can call me..." Her eyes roved over the immediate area and she shrugged. "I actually can't really come up with anything," she said heavily.

The boy looked into her eyes and squinted. "How about 'Grace'? For some reason, I feel it suits you."

"Grace; I guess it'll due. For now."

"Now I need a name too," the boy said.

"Luke."

"…That was fast. And why did that come so quickly?" he asked.

"I don't know. And I know that's not really it but it'll have to do for now, right?"

"Do I have to?" he asked. Honestly, he didn't really like it at all.

"What've you got to lose?" 'Grace' asked him.

'Luke' sighed loudly. "Fine."

"Excellent," 'Grace' said with a wide grin. She got to her feet and pulled 'Luke' to his as well. "Shall we have a walk around then?" she asked.

"I suppose that's a fine idea," he said, "so long as we don't get lost in all this...mess."

He motioned at the fog but if he could still see his beloved (for they both knew deep inside that this was the one) then things were likely to be all right. The two set off in a random direction, hand in hand and completely content. For the moment.

Meanwhile, out at sea, a boat was being lowered into the water. A few men and a woman were working on getting whatever supplies they could onboard. They knew that they could only bring at least three people ashore and no more otherwise the longboat would sink before they made it. The woman nodded once everything was in place.

"All right I want Gibbs and Porter to come with me. The rest of you just wait here and we'll be back soon," AnaMaria said.

"Are you absolutely sure though that someone is on that island?" a man named Crawford asked.

"They might be," she said looking back up.

"But what about what the maps say; the location and the legends and all that," another crew member said. Many of the men behind him agreed and told her that they weren't completely sure that this was the best location to scout out anything.

"That wreckage," she said attempting to placate them, "in the water could have been there for weeks now and maybe someone did make it out alive. We all saw that island in the distance just before it seemed to disappear behind smoke or something. Maybe someone's trying to send a signal; I remember the Captain mentioning once that that's how he got off that island with the Swann girl."

"All right then," Crawford said.

"And you lot will not be keeping to the code on this one, savvy?"

"Yes ma'am." The man gave her a salute and the rest of the crew waited until the three were gone before going back to their duties as normal.

"I've got it!" the Pirate said jumping to his feet. He looked at the Commodore and pointed to him. "Jim!"

"Jim?"

"I don't know why mate but that's the first name that came to mind when I just looked at you. Does it fit?"

The Commodore tried it out a few times but shook his head after a few minutes. "I don't think so. Nice try though. At least you came up with something."

"Still got nothing for me then?" the Pirate asked.

The Commodore shook his head. "I vaguely recall something. I do know that your name did indeed start with a 'J' and I think mine did too."

"Jamie?" the Pirate suggested.

The Commodore shrugged. "Close but not quite. More like..."

"Jack!"

The two men looked at each other before looking out to see a longboat approach with a woman and two men on board. "Excuse me?" the Pirate asked, strutting forward.

"Jack Sparrow, I never thought I'd see you again."

The woman jumped out of the boat once it was close enough, looked him up and down and slapped the pirate.

"Did you hear something?" 'Luke' asked.

"Sparrow what do you mean you don't remember us!" a loud and angry female voice shouted. It caused several birds to fly from the trees they were resting in.

"Sounds like something is happening just a few yards away. Should we see if anyone needs help?" 'Grace' asked.

"Maybe it'll be someone who can help us remember," 'Luke' said.

A loud smacking noise caused them to quickly take off and hope that no one was in serious trouble.

I had to give Will and Elizabeth fake names because I didn't really want to spend the whole chapter calling them 'boy' and 'girl'. With James and Jack it's a bit different, what with occupations it makes it a bit easier to guess who's who. Hope you didn't mind that. Also, I hope you read very carefully because there was a tiny hint about the location of the island. Anyone who wants to take a stab in the dark on it you can go ahead because I'm not going to reveal it for a little while yet. Thank you again for reading.