trademarks, or logos. Darn.

Note: HERE! I FIXED THE #%#$ THING! The meanies made me cry sniff. Happy now?! Sorry to everyone else who didn't hurt my last little feeling. Now I'm down to 1/8 of a feeling... PLease review NICELY. No more yelling, k? And name calling. I sad. (over two $#^ mistakes...yeesh).

Chapter 1: Loss

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Three years have passed since the first film. One year after the film, Will, and

Elizabeth married. Two years "", Elizabeth, and their child, Benjamin, died during labor.

Two months ago Will, morose with pain, joined Jack's crew as first mate. Jack handles

the loss by drinking even more heavily (if that's possible), and Will began to drink as

well.

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[On board of the Black Pearl's deck]

Will, deeply saddened, stares at the open ocean. Jack, walks to Will, and places a

drunk, consoling hand on Will's shoulder. The other hand clutches a half empty rum

bottle.

Jack: Ah, Willy. Buck up for your oppressor of the female race is gone now. You are free

once more to taste the fine rum of any woman's liking.

Will: Don't you mean wine?

Jack ( O_o ): Whatever, lad.

Will: I don't want to taste any woman. I loved Elizabeth. She was a fine woman.

Jack: Aye, she was. An' your lad would have been a fine lad too.

Will: Benjamin! 'Tis sad to think that he barely took a breathe before he was taken from

me. My poor boy.

Jack: Aye, rum?

Will: Yes.

Jack (gives Will the bottle): 'Ere you go.

Will (guzzles it): Not all the rum in the word would be enough to fill the hole in my heart.

Jack: Now you sound like one of them accur'd freaks of LOUD belch unnature.

Will: You were one for a while.

Jack: True, but a freak isn't a freak if he wasn't a freak for long. A freak that wasn't a

freak for long, and returned to normal isn't a total freak. Just a partial idiot Starts to think

about what he just said).

Will: .....I need more rum.

Jack (pats Will on the back): Huzzah! There are some bottles in the brig.

Will: You drank all of it again, didn't you?

Jack: I never said that they were full, lad.

Will: Rum raid?

Jack: Rum raid.

Will: Rum raid.

Jack (unsheathes his sword): RUM RAID! (runs to the helm)

Will: sigh I guess I'll assemble everyone...

Everyone is assembled on deck, and Jack (getting a hangover), is pacing, and

muttering something about barley.

Will: Jack....Jack! ...JACK!

Jack: Huh? Oh, hello fellow comrades. We are out ...of rum... again... And thus saying so,

we are going to raid the small community of San Pedro. Boys, put 'our best hat on, for

there are many fine ladies there.

Santa Maria: You'll never change will you, Jack?

Jack (opens his mouth to speak, holds a finger up, and hesitates): ....Never! Now! We get

rum!

And so our dashing heroes...

Ana Maria: AHEM

...AND heroines (do you really want to be called dashing? It's like calling you

handsome.)

Ana Maria: ....Well, I'm not dainty.

Whatever. Our dashing crew is sailing to the shores of San Pedro to get their daily

liquor requirement. But first... Jack's hangover! Hee hee hee...