I am updating because... Well... I'm bored. I'm in Pre-eng again, and there is NOTHING for me to do until my group stops lollygagging arouund in the woodshop. Le sigh. Boys are so strange. Anyways... Enough of my emoing. There is sadness in this chapter. I'm sorry, y'all, but the quest to return Jack's memory cannot possibly be as easy as I have cruely led you all to believe. That being said... The end is in sight. At least for me. I'm about twenty chapters away from finishing it. Which might seem crazy, considering there are only 27 chapters thus far, but oh well. What can you do, right? It has gotten out of control.

But on to other matters. I have a question. You people have not come to read the full coolness that is Sully yet, but you have an ok idea of who he is. Bootstraps friend, remember? Yeah. Him. Anyways... I am plotting to bring him back... In the current story. I have a nice little plot all laid out for it, but it would mean that this would REALLY be out of control and probably break 60 chapters. If not... Well, then, he is random. If you want Sully to return, review me. If you do not want Sully to return, well, review me anyways. Mwahahaha.

Jack stopped in mid-sentence. His thick eyebrows furrowed, and he glanced around as if he were looking for something. And yet… His eyes were distant again, foggy, as if he were looking but not really seeing.

"Cabin boy?" He called, his voice sounding oddly timid. Almost afraid. "Where'd you go?"

"I'm right here." Will frowned, leaning down to look into the captain's clouded eyes. "Can't you see me?"

"Cabin boy?" He whimpered. This time, there was no almost about it.

Jack was afraid.

Just as Will was about to do something drastic like shake him or slap him, or maybe even kiss him, a change came over the captain once again. The tension eased out of his body. He let out a sigh, as if every muscle in his body was relaxing all at once. All the fear and hurt and pain, all the emotions, slid right out of him like water through his fingers. Everything went away and left nothing behind but an empty husk of a body. Little more than a corpse.

"Jack?" Will heard the terror in his voice, but he really didn't care. Terror seemed like a justified response.

He leaned in a little closer, looking deep into the dull, lifeless orbs as if closing the distance between them would somehow let him spot the spark of life that had to, just had to be burning inside.

And then, without warning, he did.

Jack's eyes were suddenly Jack's eyes again. Not Captain Jack, but Jack all the same.

The pirate blinked. Will felt the warmth of the man's breath ghost over his lips, and it was only then that he noticed that the man hadn't been breathing. He felt the cool breeze as the captain sucked in a huge blast of air, and almost cried.

Jack was alive.

And screaming.

"CABIN BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What the BLOODY HELL do you think you're DOING!!?!?!?!?!!?!!"

Will lost his balance and fell backwards, hitting the hard surface of the captain's floor with enough force to leave large and very painful bruises.

"CABIN BOY!!!!"

The captain's screams echoed across the deck. The crew paused in their duties, each casting a glance in the direction of the notorious door. Some shook their heads. Others snorted.

Gibbs chuckled. He lent against the railing and took another swig of whatever poison he'd put in his flask this time.

"It makes ye wonder, doesn't it?" He commented to no one in particular, although he knew full well that Anamaria, standing at the helm, was the only one in range to hear him. "Makes ye wonder what exactly a whelp like Turner can do, ta make Jack do that."

Anamaria shook her head.

"I do not wonder, Mr. Gibbs. And neither should ye. Ye remember Bootstrap jus' as well as I." She kept her eyes on the horizon.

Gibbs gave an amused little nod and went back to his drink.

"Aye. That I do. That I do."

only just now realized that I never actually posted this. Sorry about that... I could of sworn I did. But apperantly not. Yeep.