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Tortuga was almost as bad in the daylight as it was during the night. There were fights all over the place and men being thrown out of pubs after they fell asleep on their stools.

"Where should we start," Elizabeth asked. Quickly they ducked because a body came hurtling towards them.

"I'm not sure. Pubs I guess." They went into the closest one and went up to the bartender.

"Excuse me sir, but I would like to ask you something," Elizabeth asked as politely as she could (while trying not to inhale the fumes). The man snorted and a few people sitting up there actually laughed.

"And what's a pretty thing like you doing in a dump like this," one of the men asked touching her shoulder.

Will took her away quickly and over to the corner. "Honey, I've been in a place like this before. Allow me." Will did something then that she'd never seen him do, act like a pirate. He went over to the bartender, grabbed him by the collar and put a dagger to his neck. "Now listen to me very carefully mate, the lady and I are in need of some information," he whispered with a deadly glare in his eyes. All the same, the man was beginning to sweat but he nodded. "We're looking for the whereabouts of Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy. Seen him recently?" The man shook his head and Will dropped him. He nodded, put his arm around Elizabeth's waist and left.

"I never knew you had it in you," she said trying not to laugh. "Yes well when I was here with Jack, I saw the only way to speak to people was to threaten them. Besides, that was actually a bit fun."

They searched all day and came up with nothing.

"I guess we should find a place to stay for the night," Elizabeth said.

"Yes and before the sun goes down. I don't want to be outside once it gets dark."

So they got a room and stayed the night. Of course it is rather difficult to sleep when you're in Tortuga for obvious reasons. The next morning they tried again. Finally, Elizabeth decided to try again for the information.

"Remember, you have to threaten them," Will said.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes but nodded anyway. She wondered what to use when the object practically smacked her in the face. Next to a sleeping drunk sat a bottle full of rum. She grabbed it and roughly bashed it against the table. The whole bar looked at her as if she was crazy. "Alright now listen up! I'm looking for Jack Sparrow, anyone see him or knows his whereabouts. He owes me," she shouted. One man slowly raised his hand so she looked at him.

"He's supposed to dock within a couple of days with his crew," the man said fearing for his life. She nodded and they left.

"That was brilliant," Will said. Elizabeth blushed scarlet.

The next morning, the Black Pearl entered the dock and Jack Sparrow stood at the helm. Once off, he and his crew walked through the town and everyone kept staring at him.

"There he is," a bar wench said.

"Oh I wouldn't want to be in his boots now," a sailor said looking fearful.

Jack was, but of course, confused. He entered the bar and many people ran away.

"A bottle of your finest rum kind sir." The bartender nodded and handed it to him.

"Is there some sort of problem around the island," Jack asked.

"Yesterday some woman was lookin fer ya," the tender of bars said.

"A woman ye say."

"Yeah, seemed a bit crazy. Jus the other day, mind ye, she was with some gent who tried to find ye as well. I believe they're stayin at the old Faithful Bride if ye want te check it out. Said something about you owing." Jack nodded. Once he finished with his bottle, he went to find these "people".

After arriving at the location, he first ordered a drink.

"Is there some people here lookin' fer me?" he asked.

"Yeah, couple of kids upstairs."

Jack nodded. "And what room might they possibly be stayin in."

"Room 12 sir."

"Ah, me lucky number." Jack paid the man and went to see what he was needed for. Through the door he could hear muffled voices. He knocked and waited by bouncing on the balls of his feet and his eyes closed. The door opened and the woman stood in the doorway with her hair down her back and an arm leaning on the door.

"Well, well, Jack Sparrow."

His eyes opened right away.

"Elizabeth!" he said jovially.

She moved and he walked inside.

"Hello Jack."

"Will? Okay now I'm really confused, which is a hard thing to do to old Jack."

He sat down and Elizabeth shut the door and locked it.

"Why didn't you tell me Jack?"

She hadn't accused him of anything; she hadn't even raised her voice.

"Tell you what love?"

"When you look into my eyes, do you see her? Do you see the woman you left behind?"

"What the bloody hell is she talking about," Jack thought.

Will turned and looked at Elizabeth.

"I don't think he understands," he said.

"Love, I think ye might be confused. You're the Governor's daughter," Jack said trying to piece it all together.

Elizabeth laughed then.

"You're not my father Jack. You're my uncle."

"That's not possible love see I'm not related to the Governor."

"Not my father Jack, my mother!" she shouted.

"That's not possible either love."

"Not probable you mean," Will mumbled.

Jack had a faraway look in his eyes. "I did, but she's dead now. She died years ago on me father's ship. We had no chance to get to her so she was left behind. I never forgave myself for that. Around then was when I started drinking. Just like my father," he said with regret.

Will and Elizabeth looked at each other. "No Jack, she's alive. My mother...well... she was Emma Sparrow."

Jack sobered up and sat straighter at hearing her name. "How..."

"I have her diary," she said.

Jack looked closer at her face. "Yeh do have her eyes..."

Elizabeth gave a small grin before opening the little book.

"Where'd yeh leave off," Jack asked putting his feet on the table.

"She'd just met my father. She was going to work as a maid in his mansion."

"Wonderful," Jack said.

Yea, what we've all wanted (Jack). Hope everyone has a nice Memorial Day. Another chapter will be up next week. See you then.