WAKI 12

THE EXPLINATION CHAPTER! This is not one of the best chapters I've written, I'll admit. Dis'n not so good. But it gets the job done. And I lied, ever so slightly, about the only from Will's POV thing. We have a flashback in this chapter, which is really not from anyone's POV. Well, maybe it's from Anamaria's. Then I guess I didn't lie. Anyways... Mwahahahaha. This will be continued soon. Also, I have artness! On Deviant Art, I have piccies of what Jack looks like now. At least, I have one. I'll have more soon. My name is Jiia-chan. Visit me! Also, I need to decide. I'm going to write Jack's past, my version, but I need to know if I should write it as a seperate story or put it in here. What do you think? Review me!

Anamaria sighed, looking over him with saddened eyes.

"I told ye. He's differn't now."

Will blinked. He sat up, struggling to remember where he was. He appeared to be sitting in the captain's cabin, lying in what was more than likely the only bed on the ship. The thin rays of morning slid in through the giant windows covering the back wall, bathing the two of them in golden light. The ocean glittered outside, the tiny black dot of Tortuga shrinking away into the distance.

"I'm… on the Pearl?" He asked her, confused.

"Where did ye think ye were, on the moon?" Anamaria snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. "Elizabeth managed to barter ye passage. Yer stuck wit us till we make port."

"Eliza…" He paused, thinking hard about the events of the past few hours.

An image of Jack Sparrow, sans beard and hair and clothes and kohl and everything which had made Jack, Jack, popped into his mind.

He started to fall over again.

"Whoa, now!" Anamaria caught him, laying him back onto the bed.

Will brought his hands to his face, feeling the first prickle of tears on the edges of his eyes.

"What happened to him? What happened, Anamaria? What did he do!?"

She sighed again, slumping into a nearby chair.

"He made a deal wit the devil. He sold his soul to Davy Jones in return for his fondest wish."

"And what's that?" Will propped himself back up on his elbows, forgetting for a moment the tears escaping down his face. "What would make him do such a thing to himself?"

Anamaria paused.

"He wished… He wished that he could no longer remember the thing that hurt him the most."

"And what would that be?" Will was getting a sinking feeling. Perhaps he didn't want to know the answer after all.

"You, Will Turner. He wished he could forget you and yer father and everything he ever felt for ye."

And just like that, his world fell apart.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. And who might you be?" Jack looked across the table at the giant squid-man, not bothered in the slightest by the random tentacles squirming quietly about his face like some giant, living beard.

"The name's Davy Jones. Nice ta meet ya." The squid-man offered up a giant, slimy claw, which Jack proceeded to shake, in the way any reasonable man might try and shake a claw.

"Davy Jones, eh? I've heard of you." Suddenly, an idea came into his head, an idea the likes of which usually only seemed like a good thing at the particular time they came to him. "Some say you're the devil."

Jones looked at him carefully, his strange watery blue eyes somewhat suspicious.

"Aye. Some may say that."

Jack lent forward, smiling his most 'reassuring' smile.

"Well then, if you are the devil, how would one such as myself go about making a deal with you?"

Jones heaved a great watery sigh, as if this was exactly what he had been expecting.

"What do you want then, Jack Sparrow? Gold? Jewels? A bonnie lass of your very own?"

Jack scoffed, waving his ringed hand as if to dismiss the creature's very words.

"I've got those things pourin' out of my ears already, mate. Such trivialities aren't worth my soul. Hell, they're not worth Barbossa's soul, the barmy bastard that he is. Nah, I want somethin' much more better."

Jones raised what was left of his eyebrow, leaning in once again. Perhaps this really was going to be interesting.

"And what would that be, Jack Sparrow?"

Jack paused, for just one moment. For just one moment, he let his mask fall, let the hurt and the pain pass through his built up walls, and let Jones see exactly what he wanted to forget.

"William Turner. I want to forget William Turner."

Jones blinked. And then he smiled, a strange, deeply unsettling smile.

"Very well, Jack Sparrow. I'll let ye forget this Turner. Ye'll walk the earth free o' his memory for a year, no more an no less. An then, ye'll come on to me ship an sail wit ou' him for a hunner'd years. Deal?"

Jack smiled, as if the very idea had brought one last ray of hope into his dreary soul.

"Deal."

The two shook 'hands' once more, forever sealing the pact. Jack fell to his knees, all memories of William Turner, both senior and junior, fled his mind forever.

And, standing in the shadows of the doorway, Anamaria began to cry.

"No…" Will whispered, his fingers curled in his hair. "This… it can't be. He can't remember? How can he not remember? He was the one who… he was the one…"

Anamaria sighed. It was so hard to give him comfort when she was crying too.

"I know, child." She put her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it softly. "He did love ye, Will. That's why he wished te loose ye."

"But why couldn't he wait for me? Why couldn't he just have waited, for one more day?" The young blacksmith sobbed.

"It's a credit to his feelin's for ye that he waited at all." Anamaria sighed, remembering the fond days spent trying to reconcile her captain's many jilted lovers. "He's usually back up to his old tricks in a matter o' days. Dis time, he didn' go back at all. An maybe that's part o' the problem. His love for ye instilled in him all manner of goodness, an that made him feel all manner of guilt for all the thin's he's done."

"I'm not going to give up." Will said suddenly, out of nowhere. "I've come this far. I'm not going to give up."

The young blacksmith turned his dark brown eyes to hers, determination the likes of which she had only ever seen in those of a certain captain flaring within their depths.

"No matter what it takes, I'm going to get him back."

"No matter what."

And thus, a whole new adventure begins. But hey, we're already twelve chapters in! How long is this thing going to be?!?!? Only time will tell...