Author's Note: I'M SORRY!!! I'm hating senior year more and more and now that it's winding down to a close I am scared crapless. Anywho I'll be in D.C. on Wednesday so no doubt I won't be able to sleep on Tuesday therefore I'll be able to work on this HOWEVER ONLY IF I can get a minimum of seven reviews. (I figure between five and ten seems fair and it's the lower half so it shouldn't be too hard) Thank yous go out to Lady Nightlord, ThePurpleness, ratgirl407, and QueenOfWeird1995 for the reviews. And in case I haven't mentioned it my Sweeney fic is up and running so please read and review if you love the awesome sexiness that is Johnny Depp and a demon barber from the torturous pits of Australia. (hehe ^^)

"Because you failed to take into account that I am once again the exception to almost every rule in that when I am drunk I am clear and when I'm sober, I clearly need rum."

Alina scratched her head in confusion and leaned heavily against him, "What?"

"It's very simply perhaps I shall explain once more, you see-"

"Captain Sparrow!" A voice called, interrupting him. Another voice that sounded vaguely familiar to Alina. Damn it all Tortuga was not going how it was supposed to.

Not at all.

...

"Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard." Jack replied not caring who was calling him as he turned back to Alina to attempt to explain his 'only drunk when sober' attitude.

"I've come to find the man I love." The voice replied causing Jack to deadpan and drop his arms from Alina which in turn caused Alina to laugh so hard she fell over.

"Ow." She muttered, rubbing her posterior region and then bursting into another fit of giggles. "Go on then Jacky! Or should we now call you Jacqueline?"

Gibbs had to hold in a chuckle and Jack's cheeks turned an uncharacteristic pinkish shade causing Alina to laugh harder. Jack cleared his throat and replied, "I'm deeply flattered son, but my first and only declared love is the sea." He then motioned to Gibbs to get rid of the strange man.

"Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow." The voice became much more feminine and now sounded quite fed up. Alina stopped laughing and looked towards the voice.

Jack's eyebrows raised before he turned to Gibbs muttering, "Hide the rum."

"Oh lookey it's Elizabeth come to save Will!" Alina's brows furrowed in confusion as she finally stood from her crumpled position on the dock, "Wait, didn't we just do this last year? Only...the other way...around...where he had to...oh never mind."

"You know these clothes do not flatter you at all," Jack continued, "it should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin. WHOA!" Jack screamed when a sudden well placed jab from a pointy nail hit his sensitive ribs. "But I'm sure we can find something!" He replied with a sheepish smile in Alina's direction. Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"Jack I know Will came to find you, where is he?"

"Darling, er, well um," He sighed as he could think of no other title to call her at the present moment that wouldn't cause Alina's glare to worsen, "Look, I'm truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with me," He took a large breath, "poor Will has been press ganged into Davy Jones' crew."

"Davy Jones?" Elizabeth asked, unsure of the meaning of this.

"Oh please." The hunched over man scoffed as he attempted to right himself, "The Captain of the Flying Dutchman?" Norrington then bent over once more and heaved his stomach into the water.

"You look bloody awful what are you doing here?" Jack asked him with a sneer of disgust.

"You hired me." He replied, his voice still holding that condescending tone that seemed to come naturally to him, "I can't help it if your standards are lax."

"You smell funny." Alina replied, attempting to defend her friend despite his many womanizing flaws.

"Says the drunk."

"The smell of rum is actually incredibly appealing unless of course you're stupid enough to actually get it up your nose in which case it burns...very, very much."

"Jack," Elizabeth interrupted getting tired of the pointless banter, "All I want is to find Will."

"I know." Jack replied sullenly before an idea struck him, "Are you certain?" He asked, "Is that what you want most?"

"Of course!" She replied, aghast at the implications in his tone.

"Well I would think, "Alina said, catching onto Jack's train of thought as always, "that you would want to find a way to save Will the most."

"And the two of you would have a way of doing that?" She replied, cocking her eyebrow and crossing her arms.

"There is a chest." Jack began.

"Oh, dear!" Norrington spat, worrying about where this conversation could be going when he heard the words being uttered from Jack's mouth. Alina covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. Jack just looked at him with a look that stated that was not what he was implying.

"A chest of unknown size and origin." Jack continued.

"What contains the still beating heart of Davy Jones." Pintel snickered as he walked by carrying a crate of rum with Ragetti who made a motion of pulling his heart out and beating it in front of Elizabeth's face. Alina chuckled as she remembered why she and Jack bothered to keep those two around.

"And whoever possesses this chest," Alina continued, "possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever he,"

"Or she," Jack interrupted so as to attempt not to give away his intentions.

"wants." Alina finished rolling her eyes at his failed attempt of inconspicuousness.

"Yea including saving brave William from his grim fate." Jack added at the end.

"You don't actually believe them do you?" Norrington intervened, disbelief clearly evident in his tone.

"How do we find it?" Elizabeth asked, taking their proposal into consideration, causing James to throw his arms up in exasperation before running back to the side of the dock and heaving more of his stomach contents.

"With this." Jack pulled out his prized possession, holding it with loving care as he declared, "My compass, is unique."

"Unique here having the meaning of bro-ah!" James Norrington was unable to finish his declaration as he was nonchalantly pushed into the bay.

"There." Alina clapped her hands together as if wiping them, "Maybe that'll shut him up now."

James hoisted himself up halfway onto the dock and spit out a fountain of water as he glared at Alina, "Don't count on it." He glared.

"Back to the point, this compass does not point north."

"Where does it point?" Elizabeth asked.

"It points to the thing you want most in this world." Unknowingly, his voice softened and his eyes drifted to Alina as she reluctantly helped Norrington pull himself out of the water. Elizabeth shifted her gaze to where his were and smiled.

"Oh Jack. Are you telling the truth?"

"Every word love." His gaze shifted back to Elizabeth, "And the thing you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?" He gave the compass to her gently.

"To save Will." She reminded him.

"By finding the chest of Davy Jones." He corrected before releasing her hands and hurrying backwards. "Fsst!" He hissed in Alina's direction, gesturing her to check the compass. She rolled her eyes but complied.

"Mr. Gibbs!" She called with a smile, "We have our heading!"

"Finally!" Gibbs sighed before yelling to the crew, "Cast off those lines! Weigh anchor and prow that canvas!"

"Miss Swan." Jack motioned her to the ship with a bow however just as he turned to board the ship himself a small woman stood in front of him wearing a pout that would turn any lesser man into a complete pile of jelly at her feet. Jack merely narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms as he asked, "What do ye want Scotchy."

"It's Brandy."

"Whatever alcohol ye are, get on with it. Need some extra sterlings or shillings ta get ye on yer way? Well here ye are." He threw her the rest of his pouch and attempted to walk around her only to have her step in front of him again.

"That's not quite it Captain Sparrow." Her lip quivered as she attempted to phrase her question in the most innocent way possible. "You see, I have no one who truly cares for me and no where to go and no way to earn a living here and I just..."

"Wait a minute, where is that music coming from?" Jack looked around attempting to find the source of the sad, melodic tune and therefore missed the neck slicing motion Brandy made towards an odd looking man hiding by a barrel holding a violin. She discretely tossed him the pouch Jack had just handed her and returned to her saddened state just as Jack turned to look at her. "That's funny, it stopped." He cocked his brow at her and Alina snorted behind her hand as she fought to hide her amusement.

"Well as I was saying. I've already proven that I can be on a ship and cause no problems and I can hold my fair share you see so I was wondering if instead of staying here in this Devil's land I may join you?"

"Well missy-"

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" She slung her arms around Jack and then ran up the gang plank quickly so as to halt any objections Jack could muster.

"Well come on then Jack it's time to set sail." Alina smiled patting his back.

"But I-"

"Come on now, let's not waste time, we've got an awful lot of ground...well um, sea to cover and not so much time to cover it in so hop to now."

"Well...what? Did she just? Oh never mind...you know this is why men tend to resent women."

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