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Their search to the library led to nothing so they returned to their room to try and figure out what path they should follow next.

"We could always try to ask around. There's bound to be someone here to either confirm or deny the legend," Mulder said.

As Scully let a sigh escape, someone knocked on their bedroom door. Being the closest, Mulder opened it to find the owner standing with a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"I'm sorry to disrupt you but, Miss?" Scully looked up as the man walked over to her and gave her the papers. "The information you were looking for."

It took her a moment to remember but she smiled and thanked him. The man left and Mulder immediately went to her side.

"What's that you've got there...?" he asked reaching for them.

Scully quickly put them on the other side of her. "Some information about the room. Now, what else can we do about this whole boat thing?"

"Well, I was thinking..." he said, of course leaving out the most important part.

"And?" she said.

"Why don't we go back out on that Captain's ship? You know the one you missed out on because you were ill."

He wanted to go back to that drunken man's boat? "Mulder, that "Captain" is nothing more than a drunken wastrel. He was in the alley this morning bemoaning the fact that his crew left him behind and taking is ship."

"Scully, you didn't see that man once he was out at sea. He was alert and handled the sea like a man taking his dog out for a walk. And besides, I think he's lived on this island his whole life. Maybe he can give us a bit of information that we're searching for."

After a moment's pause, Scully sighed, got up and grabbed her purse. Mulder grabbed the room key and his wallet as the two of them walked out the door.

"I'm sorry," Sparrow said facing the other direction, "but I'm not accepting any more passengers for the afternoon."

"Can't you make an exception? I really wanted my partner to see what you've got," Mulder said.

The two men both looked to Scully. She just shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head, saying this "Might be worth taking this trip."

"Well, alright. Since you two came such a long ways and all that. Hop on."

Sparrow went over to the controls leaving Mulder and Scully to get onboard by themselves.

"So why do you stop accepting passengers in the afternoon then?" Mulder asked as he helped Scully get on.

"Morning is when the fish are all out and about peacefully. The other ships come out in the afternoon and scare them all away while fishing. I want people to see them the way they are."

The ship came to an abrupt halt and Sparrow turned everything off. He walked past them to the lifeboat and from inside grabbed a bottle of Captain Morgan. Scully raised an eyebrow and looked to her partner plainly saying 'You wanted to come out here.'

"Umm...so Captain Sparrow?" Mulder asked.

"Aye," the man in question responded while raising an eyebrow.

"How long have you been on the islands?"

Slowly the Captain took the bottle away from his lips. He stood completely still before walking to the rail and looking down at the water. "Awhile now. Far too long," he said somberly.

Now Mulder sent Scully a look. Sparrow raised the bottle to the water, muttered something and then took a long drink.

"So I take it...," Scully said, ignoring Mulder shaking his head, "that you know all the legends of the sea in this area?"

"Aye," the man said taking another drink.

"What do you know of the Flying Dutchman?" she asked as nonchalantly as she could.

Sparrow choked on his drink. "What of it?" he asked after wiping his mouth.

"What can you tell us about it?" Scully asked.

Sparrow closed the bottle, looking once more at the sea floor, and shrugged. "The ship is captained by a young man who was fresh from his wedding. It's Captain before that, the fearsome Davy Jones; well you've heard of his locker I take it? From the old saying."

Mulder and Scully looked to each other and nodded.

"Mighty awful place that locker. Well, he stabbed the poor boy right in front of his wife and best mate. As he lay dying on the deck, the mate felt he had no other choice. By leaving him to die, his young wife would have been a widow. By stabbing Jones' heart however, the young man would live. Granted, he'd have to take Jones' place, doing the duty of ferrying the souls of those who died out at sea for ten years. And if his lady love stayed true, then he'd be free. Making the decision on his own, the friend decided 

that the heart would be the easiest path so it was stabbed and the young man lived another day. After dispatching Jones, the two lovers had one last day to spend together. She promised him she would watch over his heart until his return.

"However, the poor girl didn't make it long enough to see him. She died a few months later from complications in childbirth. Blood loss. So, when the lad came back ten years later and found that his wife had passed away, not at sea but on land, there was nothing what could be done. He hightailed it back to his ship and, some say, he continues to sail to this day. They say on some nights, when the moon is nice and bright, you can still hear his voice on the wind. Elizabeth...Elizabeth..."

"Stabbing Jones' heart? You mean it wasn't inside of his..."

"Oh, that's a whole story in and of itself," Sparrow said before telling it.

"Well we would love to hear it," Mulder said taking a seat. Scully sighed and did the same.

The three of them spent the afternoon on Sparrow's ship. He told story after story about skeleton pirates, cursed crews, love, jealousy.

Scully took all of this with a grain of salt. Mulder on the other hand seemed like a child on Christmas. Though it wasn't aliens, this was something paranormal and unexplained.

"So wait, what did end up happening to the couple's child? Did the baby not make it either?" he asked.

"Actually, from what I've heard, the mate was there the night she passed away. Before dying she named the baby. She could tell that she wasn't going to make it. When the Captain returned, there was a sheet over her and..." Sparrow took another drink from the bottle before going to the controls.

"We'd better be getting back. S'almost sundown," he said quietly.

The two agents looked up and indeed the sun was beginning to go down. Suddenly, a bright green flash shot up from the sea to the sky.

"Did you see that?" Mulder asked.

"What was it?" Scully said cocking her head to the side.

"Flash of green," Sparrow whispered. He immediately went to the rail. Looking down at the area closest to them, he then went back to getting the ship ready.

"Flash of green?" Scully asked.

Mulder took her to the side and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Old sea legend goes that when a green light flashes in the sky, it is the signal that a soul has returned to the living."

"Mulder..." Scully said before falling into him.

"Everybody off," Sparrow said as they had returned to the dock.

Mulder helped Scully down and then shook Captain Sparrow's hand. "Thanks for the interesting afternoon."

Sparrow nodded and the two agents went on their way.

"Well Scully, learn anything interesting this afternoon?" Mulder asked.

Scully raised an eyebrow. "Besides the fact he's not only drunk but crazy too?"

"Yes, besides that."

"Well," she said once they reached the room. Scully went into the bathroom to wash her hands while Mulder sat down on the bed. "There were some interesting things stored in those stories aside from the obvious embellishments. I mean, that young couple."

"Elizabeth."

"Yes. Wait, did he ever mention her by name?"

"No," Mulder said coming over to her with the papers in hand. "I mean Elizabeth was the name of the woman who owned this place centuries ago. It's all in the paperwork. Elizabeth Turner, her name was." Mulder handed it to her before washing his hands himself.

"Elizabeth Turner owned the hotel, then called The Lover's Heart, for reasons unknown. She died almost 9 months later due to childbirth complications and her child disappeared shortly afterwards. Her body is buried in the local cemetery," Scully read.

"Did you read the last part?" Mulder asked.

Scully skipped to the end and began reading. "They say you can hear a noise by her grave. A thump-thump. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, if you had been listening to Sparrow's stories you would've heard that..."

At that moment, the window which had been open suddenly slammed shut. Mulder and Scully looked at each other before Mulder went and opened the window again.

"Well that was odd," he muttered.

"What were you saying?" Scully said.

"Elizabeth was the name of the Captain's love. The Lover's Heart. Scully, it all makes sense."

"What makes sense? What're you talking about?" Scully was extremely confused.

Mulder's grin grew wider."Elizabeth was the wife of the Captain of the Flying Dutchman."

Things are getting interesting now. ;) Thanks for reading.