It was nearly dark now; time had ironically passed quickly ever since Elizabeth had found the city behind the forest. Both Jack and Elizabeth had come up with a simple plan. First of all, Elizabeth needed to make herself look like a young man. If Jack was to talk to anyone in a pirate town with a woman at his side, suspicion would rise immediately.

Jack reached down to his faded blue vest and put it on slowly, remembering how painful his wound still was. After buttoning it up tightly, he bent down again for his jacket, swung it around him and swiftly pushed his arms through. He reached down once more, grabbed his hat, dusted off the grains of sand, and tugged it tightly onto his head.

Elizabeth sat on the ground and tugged her boots on. She ripped a small piece of cloth her sleeve and used it to tie her hair tightly behind her head and ruffled up the front of hair a bit. She then tugged on her dirty tri-corn hat and stood up, walking closer Jack.

"Ready, love?" Jack asked while pulling the sleeves of his shirt through the sleeves of his jacket. He had to make sure that he didn't look injured. Practically all men in the Caribbean knew who Jack Sparrow was, and anything out of the ordinary would only cause trouble.

Elizabeth nodded. "Are you clear on what we have to do?" She looked at him with determined eyes.

Jack only muttered one word. "Crystal." He pulled his jacket forward and brought forth a small box from pocket. He handed it to Elizabeth and gestured his hand towards to forest and looked at Elizabeth. She nodded once more and walked in front of Jack and led him into the forest. Although it was quite dark now, Elizabeth used Jack's compass to navigate herself and Jack through the forest. The thing she wanted most at the moment was to get off this island.

Elizabeth pushed through the dark leaves and stepped over series of plants as she fervently scanned the area before her. After a long silence, Jack finally spoke up.

"Did the men you found speak of anything interesting? Perhaps news of the port or any ships that have docked recently?" Although Jack knew that there was a vague chance the Pearl was currently docked at this port at this moment, he had to ask anyway.

"Not of that nature, no, just of…" Elizabeth slowly shook her head, "Women." She stated coldly.

Jack smiled vaguely and thought definitely a pirate port.

Not long, loud noise and laughter could be heard drawing nearer. Elizabeth pushed leaves toward her right and smiled as she saw a town, similar to Tortuga, before her.

Jack opened his mouth slightly and stepped to Elizabeth right and pushed the leaves even further. Jack breathed in deeply as realization came into him. He knew this town all too well. "Bloody…" he whispered.

Elizabeth heard this and turned toward him with a confused look.

Jack laughed slightly as he stepped onto the dusty ground, not noticing that Elizabeth wasn't following.

Elizabeth turned her head to the left, still looking at Jack with a confused look. She slowly followed. But then noticing that men and women were turning and looking at her, she ran up to Jack's side and followed him into a tavern. Before she entered she looked up forcefully without titling back her head and read the faded wooden sign. She read The Wandering Sailor.

The moment she walked in, a large wave of the smell of alcohol hit her, almost causing her to choke and cough. She ruffled hair even more as she walked behind Jack, watching closely where he was walking. She was surprised to see Jack so comfortable in a place he did not know.

And hand firmly grabbed Elizabeth's shoulder, causing her to jump. She whipped her head around to stare at the fat man uncomfortably touching her.

"Ellooo mate! 'avn't seen ye 'round here before!" The strange man laughed loudly and drank heavily from a half filled bottle he was holding. Jack raised an eyebrow and pivoted on his heel and stared at the man holding onto Elizabeth. Jack grinned widely.

Perfect.

Jack purposely sauntered up to the stranger and waited him to finish drinking. The man did so, not forgetting to wipe his mouth roughly on his filth covered sleeve. Suddenly, he leaned forward toward Jack and narrowed his eyes, and then popped them wide open again.

"Why, Jackie Boy! Is that you?"

Elizabeth looked back at Jack with utter bewilderment. "Jonathan! Good to see ya again mate!" Jack grabbed the man's shoulder, taking his grip off of Elizabeth, noticing that she was still uncomfortable. "Although," Jack explained while pointing his finger upward, "you have aged quite a bit!" He fake laughed.

"Well whaddaya expect boy? - Hiccup- I haven't seen ya since you were a little lad!"

Elizabeth opened her eyes widely. He grew up here.

After a few minutes, Jack had found a table and sat the over drunken man down and chatted. Elizabeth just stood beside Jack. She was waiting for him to ask her to sit down like a proper gentleman, and grew irritated when he didn't. But then she realized that she wasn't a woman, not at the moment she wasn't. She tuned into the conversation.

"Who's this here Jackie? Bin following ya since I saw ya walkin' in." Jonathan nodded toward Elizabeth. Her heart dropped instantly.

"Ah, I should hope he's following me! Johnny, this is me first mate…Larry." Jack only said the name that he thought of first.

Elizabeth smiled weakly and nodded in his direction.

Jonathan looked at them both, smiling ear to ear. "Off on another adventure eh?" He said before taking another healthy swig of rum.

Jack pointed is finger. "Yes, that's what I just wanted to ask you mate. Do you by any chance still posses the Cannon?" Elizabeth realized that this must've been the ship they were commandeering.

Jonathan swallowed loudly and wiped his mouth on his sleeve once more. "Ya, ya, still runs like a beauty," he said while clearing his throat rudely.

"Must keep it in a nice spot on the Dock then?" Jack asked.

Jonathan grinned. "O' course, nothin' less than the best for my ship. Keep her floatin' on the west dock, that's were all of the best workmen are�."

Jack leaned in closer to Jonathan, giving the sign to Elizabeth that the plan was about to put into action. She straightened up, trying to listen closely to what Jack was saying.

"I suppose you wouldn't remember mate. But do you recall a large quarrel happening on that ship? Between you and my mother?" Jack's face had become so serious that it frightened Elizabeth slightly.

Jonathan pressed his finger to his lip and opened his mouth widely, revealing his dirty, rotten teeth. "Don't think I do mate!"

Jack leaned in even closer. "Well, something or rather, you and me mum were having some big fight on that ship and ya took advantage of her. Remember that?"

Jonathan leaned back and put the almost empty bottle in his mouth, swaying his head sideways�and telling Jack that he had no idea what he was talking about.

Jack gave him an ice cold stare.

"Hmm, 'cause I think it went a little something like this." Jack swiftly pulled out his pistol and rested its point under Jonathan's chin. He cocked it without ever escaping Jonathan's surprised stare.

"Now c'mon Jackie boy. I'm sure ya don't want to do this, not to me, your old pal Johnny?"� Everything around Elizabeth seemed to have silenced.

Jack paused and looked at the gun. "You're right," Jack locked his gun and put it back in its respective place, "be a waste of a good shot."

Jonathan sighed heavily and finished the bottle of rum with one last swig.

Jack looked back at Jonathan. "Although…"

Suddenly, Jack swung his right arm around and punched Jonathan hardly inthe nose. Elizabeth gasped and covered her mouth and tried to stop herself from laughing. Jonathan's head flew back roughly, making a loud craking noise in the process. Slowly, he slid off his chair and landed on the floor unconscious, blood steadily flowing from his red nose.

Jack grinned and got up, using his hands to push himself up from the table. Elizabeth stepped closer to him and mumbled "Brilliant."

Jack nodded and led Elizabeth out of the tavern and into the busy night, weaving his way through the familiar crowds towards the dock.