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"Scully? Scully, you up yet?"

Scully opened one eye to see her partner leaning over her with his hands on her arms shaking her awake. "I am now," she muttered, biting back a yawn.

Last night had taken a lot out of her and she hadn't slept well. This was definitely not the vacation she had expected.

"If we hurry out now we can meet Captain Sparrow and have another boat session with him," Mulder said shrugging slightly.

"Oh Mulder I don't know...can't you go and I stay on the island to, you know, have a vacation. You know, like you promised me to begin with," Scully said as she moved the sheets and got up off the bed.

Mulder stepped away from her and nodded though he looked a little upset by her response. "Alright, well then I'll see you in a few hours Scully. Don't forget to keep your phone on just in case."

Scully nodded and Mulder took one more look at her before walking out the door.

After a nice little breakfast, Scully walked outside to find many people walking in the same direction. She stopped one and asked them what was happening.

"Market day," the elderly woman said before walking off herself.

Not having anywhere else to go, Scully decided to follow. She arrived at the end of the street and there were hundreds of people and many stands set up all selling different kinds of merchandise from food to regular souvenirs.

Scully walked around and bought a couple of little things. Some things for the family, a little man made of wood for her desk. She found what seemed to be a pencil case made of tree bark which she bought for Mulder. After all, it wasn't as though he was going to come and buy anything himself.

She was on her way back to the hotel when she almost walked into someone and fell over.

"I'm terribly sorry miss. Let me help you up."

Scully looked up and the sun stood behind a man who looked like an extra in some designer jean commercial. He leaned over and Scully grabbed his hand so she could stand upright. He wore a tight fitting black shirt, nice jeans, black boots and a turquoise bandana around his head.

"It's alright. Thank you," Scully said taking one look into his eyes and beginning to walk off.

His eyes...

They looked so haunted, so lost. She turned back to find the man still standing, now looking at the floor.

"You okay?" she asked as she made her way back to him.

"Yes, I'm fine," he said, attempting to give her a grin (and failing) before walking off. Scully sighed as the man disappeared into the crowd.

Mulder helped Sparrow tie off the ship once they had reached the dock.

"So you're trying to tell me that you've seen the legendary flash of green not only once but a few times in your life."

"Aye, with my own two eyes. Once many years ago, no twice, and then the other day."

"You're a very lucky man Mr. Sparrow," Mulder said with admiration.

Sparrow rolled his eyes. "That's Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow, mate. How is it that no one remembers that?"

"Hmm, beats me," Mulder said, chuckling slightly.

Sparrow looked around nervously. "Got some extra time? How's about I show you an old relic in the pirate world, savvy?"

"Yeah, okay. Why not?" Mulder said, getting excited.

The two men got off the boat and went on their way.

Scully placed her bags onto the floor next to her suitcase and looked into them until she felt a strange wind upon her back. She looked up, but no one was there. Even the window was still tightly shut. Sighing, she went back to what she was doing.

"Ever hear of the Pirate King?" Sparrow asked when they arrived at the cemetery.

Mulder stumbled over a tree root and continued following. "Yes but not much. Only through books mostly."

Sparrow entered the iron gates and looked around before walking straight ahead. They walked and walked until finally they came upon an old grave, covered in weeds with a headstone that was faded after time. Sparrow went down on one knee and bowed his head. Mulder stood awkwardly off to the side and Sparrow raised a finger.

"Here Lies the Pirate King: May She Sail Under the Blue Skies for All Time."

"So the Pirate King was a woman," Mulder said, his voice full of awe. "I thought it was just something of legend."

"She was a kind woman. Well, except for that one time. No, two times. Two times but still, she was a good woman that Turner lass."

"Turner?"

"Aye." Sparrow then closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side. "Can you hear it?"

"Hear what?" Mulder asked, looking around. All he could hear was the birds chirping and the wind whistling through the trees.

"Thump...thump-thump," Sparrow muttered under his breath.

Mulder looked around again but still he could not hear it. He did see a man though a bit of a distance away. He stood by a gnarled old tree and seemed to be watching them.

"Perhaps another day then," Sparrow said. He stood up and wiped away the dirt from his pants. He smiled widely until he noticed that Mulder was looking not at him but elsewhere. He followed his line of sight to a man and his face blanched.

"Wi-well, I think that's enough ghost stories for one day. Off you go then," Sparrow said, pushing Mulder away.

Mulder looked between the two men and decided to go back to the hotel before something went down. He arrived back to find Scully sitting in a chair, looking out the window.

"Scully, you okay?" he asked coming up behind her.

She was muttering something under her breath that he couldn't quite hear. He came up behind her and listened.

"Sunrise sets, flash of green," she repeated over and over again.

"Dana?" he asked getting worried.

She looked up at him and her eyes seemed different to him. Instead of being angry or tired, she looked to be wary and a little confused.

"Dana?" he repeated.

"It's Elizabeth, actually at the moment," she said not in her voice, but in a clear, British accent.

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth...Turner?" he guessed. Who else would it be?

"Yes, that's right," she said nodded and even smiling a little.

"What're you doing here Mrs. Turner?" Mulder asked, kneeling down and looking her right in the eye.

"I'm sorry for taking possession of your partner's body once again but I needed to talk to you," the spirit said.

"Why couldn't you do it before?" Mulder asked.

"I was able to communicate a bit of my story with your partner through her dreams because of a special bond we share."

"You're both women?" Mulder asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Among other things not yet come to pass. I'm very sorry for the dreams I gave her but it was the only way I would be able to help her understand my story. Agent Mulder, I am here because it is finally my time to move on and I am in need of your help in achieving this. Will you help me?" the spirit asked, sounding desperate.

"Of course," Mulder said nodding.

Scully's hand took his and stood up. "Please, help me find my way to my grave."

I really hope that this wasn't confusing to anyone. And yes, Will did find a change of clothes. Thanks for reading and let me know what you thought.