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*It's been a while.

Jack Sparrow -- that's Captain Jack Sparrow -- strolls in, grinning wickedly, and heads straight for the bar.*

Rum, luv, if you'd be so kind.

*A bottle and a glass appear instantly, and Jack pats the bar approvingly.*

You're a treasure and no mistake, luv. A treasure indeed.

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"Jack!" Will cries and crosses the bar. He holds his captain by his arms. "Jack!" He hugs him.

Careful there, lad, don't crush me! *Jack pulls back, grinning widely, and gives a mischievous glance to the hat.*

... Nice hat. *He winks.*

"It's keeps the sun off my face," Will says, sweeping it from his head.

Oh, is that what it's for, mate?

*Jack looks entirely too amused at this, and then grins at him.*

And how's our lovely Elizabeth?

Will smiles rather stiffly. "She is quite well, last we spoke."

*Jack eyes the smile and looks mournfully at Will.*

Don't tell me, mate. Don't tell me you managed to muck things up again with your lady-love?

"If my lady-love refuses to set a date, there is not much else for me to do than find my way in the world while I wait for her to make up her mind."

Will...

*Jack shakes his head sadly.*

Didn't you listen to anything I told you? You've got to seize the opportune moment. If you wait for her to make up her mind, you'll be waiting forever.

*Jack grins sharply at him.* Unless that's what you're looking to do...?

"I have been in love with Elizabeth since I was twelve years old," Will says with dignity. "I can wait a few months more.

"Meantime . . ." At this he smiles. "Meantime I will see what the world has to offer."

Well now, that's more like it.

*Jack's eyes are glittering with mischief.*

The settled life not quite enough for you, Will?

"The sea is in my blood, Jack--you of all people know that."

Aye, lad, that I do.

*Jack quirks an eyebrow at him.*

Are you sailing again, then?

"If you'll have me aboard. I've been waiting in Tortuga for you to make port. There were rumors the Pearl had gone down but I trust your luck better than that."

I've no manner of luck at all, lad, but you're always welcome aboard the Pearl.

*Jack grins at him, then looks suddenly cautious.*

You're not going to do anything stupid, are you, Will?

"The entire time you've known me, have I ever done anything stupid? More than once?" he adds, and smiles.

*Jack shouts with laughter.*

Will, son, I don't think I've ever known you to not do something stupid when you had the chance.

*He grins.*

But we'll work on that, mate. You're a good man, like your father, and you've got it in you to be a good pirate as well.

"Thank you, I hope," Will says with furrowed eyebrows. "So, do you want me as a crewman? YOu know I will follow wherever you lead."

*It's not nice of Jack to confuse young Will, but it's such fun. His eyes sparkle with pure mischief.*

Anywhere, lad? That's very interesting.

*Jack grins then, and nods.*

Absolutely, mate. Absolutely. You're welcome as part of me crew. *He holds up his glass.* To the Black Pearl!

Will gets his own glass, having been introduced to the bar by Richard earlier, and raises it in return. "To the Pearl!"

*Jack drinks, then refills both their glasses and slings a companionable arm around Will's shoulders.*

Now, lad. Tell me what you've been up to, other than waiting on our Elizabeth's whims.

"Waiting on Tortuga, mostly. Getting out of the blacksmith apprenticeship, though Governor Swann wants me to finish it out. So I'll have a 'trade.'" He makes a face. "Never mind that I surpassed my master long ago and learned all that I can from him." He takes out his sword, making it gleam in the light. "Look at this. Formed it with my own hands. Perfect balance, loving craftsmanship--tell me a man twice my age could do better."

*Jack shakes his head and looks momentarily serious.*

That sot's no good, lad. They're using you, savvy? Why do you stay?

"I didn't stay! I left. Elizabeth has always known what I am, it's her father's difficulties with my choices that make her hesitate. He wants to be certain I can support her, and I can, but he refuses to see."

I've told you this before, Will -- there's only two things that matter: what a man can do, and what a man can't do.

*Jack stops, flips his beaded hair out of the way, and focuses directly on Mr. Turner.*

Now, you can let that pompous stuffed-shirt of a Governor dictate your life, along with his spoiled brat of a daughter, or you can take control of things yourself, savvy?

Will is confused. You can tell by the eyebrows.

"I have left, Jack," he says quietly. "I have left."