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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 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."

Ah, but do you intend to go back, mate?

*Jack drinks more rum, watching Will carefully.*

Will drinks. "I don't know," he says finally. "If she wants me back--if she sets a date and understands I have chosen a life at sea and I won't let her go hungry--"

He looks at Jack. "Or perhaps it is better to set her free. Despite . . . everything. Let her marry the Commodore as all sense dictates . . ."

Oh, he is very confused and sad, and his eyebrows express it eloquently.

*Jack shakes his head again.*

Will. Son. You're wanting to be a pirate now, lad. Think like one, savvy?

*He keeps watching.*

"No wife, no home, no mistress but the sea? The Pearl is the love of your life, Jack." He looks morose.

*Jack grins at him.*

So it is, mate. But that's not what I was thinking, savvy?

Steal her.

Will boggles. "Steal Elizabeth? She'd never forgive me."

*Jack grins wickedly at him.*

Are you certain of that, lad? She struck me as being open to more rebellious ideas, savvy?

And she's not the type to live a boring life of her own...

"You're not the one who'd have to live with her," Will mumbles.

No, lad, that I'm not. But if she'd take offense to that, are you sure you want to?

*Jack pours Will another glass full of rum.*

"I would not want to force Elizabeth to make a decision any more than I would allow her to force me. If she indeed wishes to marry me all she need do is say. I have made my intentions clear."

He drinks. It all seems very logical and sensible.

*Jack shakes his head again, grinning.*

Ah, Will. You always were one to miss the opportune moment, lad. It's your decision, though.

In any case, I'm glad to have you back on the Pearl, savvy?

*He slaps Will on the back, and takes a drink of rum.*

Will chokes a little on his rum.

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