ImmortalFlick

Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean is not mine.

Warnings: Slash.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long, I'm really lazy.

A/N2: Things in the pretty italics are the thoughts they used to be in-between asterisks but doesn't agree.

Thanks to:

Kendarath - Here ya go, sorry bout the wait. Thank you. Great, well, I did keep you waiting but better late than never.

RAiNbOwGrL22 - I loved it too, those two were definitely very hot. I did continue it, just took a while.

Than Stillman - Thanks. Yep. Here ya go.

moonlightgodess - Glad you like Fred. Um, yesterday was a long time ago, I know, and I did take a long time I know, personal problems and personal laziness. Here's a new chapter to chew on. clinks back

SunGodess1 - Great! Welcome to the outside world! Good, again, sorry it took so long.

saiFong - It isn't stopped, I'm sorry. Here's the next chapter! I live to be slightly original. Here's more! Here's more! I hope you enjoy it.

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Changing - Chapter 3

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The captain walked off his ship with a sense of longing. Time to be welcomed back to the real world. The crew knew that this stop off was different somehow. Not in the fact that the Shadow had said anything, but in the way his eyes twinkled somehow, a hint of sadness.

I miss this place. I really do.

Will could hardly recognize the port anymore, it had changed in the five years he'd been gone. Will Turner's home. His name sounded so foreign, even in his mind. He had to stop and think: was that his real name? It confused him.

Was he Will Turner? The naive young blacksmith apprentice with little to his name and no parents? No. He was a pirate now. A bloody good one too. Did his share of pillaging, sailing and drinking. A lot of drinking, sometimes he thought he was trying to get over something. Someone?

He winced as a stair creaked. This building was far too big to be sensible. It would take ages to find the documents he was after and Will didn't want to be too long for he was sure this place wasn't open to visitors.

What was he doing here? A ridiculous idea, to come back to where hemost probably wasn't welcome. He felt tempted to step back onto Fred and leave. His ship was his home now. Not this sad port with too many bad memories. But the Shadow was no coward and he was here for a reason: there was something of a mystery that needed to be solved.

There had been many rumors about the sail of a ship from this port mid spring, now it was winter and the Shadow was curious as to what parts of these rumors were true. It was said the ship was huge, was of foreign origin and was boarded by pirates three years ago. They were the worst since the Black Pearl.

The Shadow did not like the sound of it one bit, he wasn't going to pretend it was because the pirates were hurting anyone, that was normal, no, he didn't like the sound of it because they were threatening his reputation. One of them claimed to know where he was and was ready to deliver his head on a stick to several of the ports who had him on high priority. Sure, if he was caught he would be able to get away, but it would destroy his air of mystery. Some people called him a myth and he'd like it to stay that way.

"Oi, you! You're not meant to be here!" Will sighed. No, he wasn't meant to be here one bit.

The man was balding, short and fat. He looked flushed and no wonder, this building, Will had decided, was most definitely not sensible. "Dear sir, I was wondering if you could help me off 'here' actually." May as well be nice, considering he liked his head and wanted to keep low profile.

Besides, he looks nice enough.

"Down, second door to the right, two sets of stairs and fourth door on your left." Will blinked. That was terribly easy. "But could I take your name?"

"Will." He decided after a minute. "Will Turner." That would do. No one was would remember it. "And it would do you good to remember it." He might as well make himself someone important while he was here.

"Of course. Mr. Turner. I am George Potter. May I enquire as to your business here?" Business? Well he was here to steal some papers that would help him find an old friend of his but he was very sure that would not please George.

"I'm here on matters of high importance." The Shadow grinned inwardly. He should have some fun while he would not be recognized as anything he truly was. "I hunt pirates and report their whereabouts to threatened ports and towns."

"Really? How interesting!" People were so easily fooled. Though Will couldn't help but like the small man, he had a charm about him.

"Indeed. In fact, I'm here to warn you about a pirate who plans to visit here. The Shadow. Have you heard of him?"

To his chagrin the man laughed. "A myth, surely! I've heard his ship is named 'Fred'!"

He would be outraged, but it would not work for his case. "Sounds like this captain found it amusing, isn't that a sign of true genius, to not be worried of other people?"

"Yes, dear friend," He let out a raucous, hacking laugh again. "I'm sure it is." Potter was humoring him, Will frowned, he hated it when people did that.

"I hear the Shadow is a strong and formidable foe, and he is cunning and quick-witted."

Maybe I'm becoming a bit self-absorbed?

"I would say the same of you, Mr. Turner, but you don't look like a pirate." That sentence was enough to lift Will's spirits once more.

"No, I don't, do I?" He laughed with Potter, and suggested they have a drink, the other man forgetting his suspicions at the second pint.

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Will didn't get the papers he was after, the ones that would tell him where Jack would be, at first he had decided it wasn't worth finding the man, it would only mess with his head. But after a while Will knew that Jack would know any other pirate on the seas, and that would be most useful. How did he know to look here? Norrington would never stop searching for the pirate, he had far too much pride. And he slept with other people's wives. Coward.

The Shadow decided he would go back tomorrow, he had established an identity of sorts and that would help him in his business. A slow grin crept across his face. Will Turner, Pirate Hunter, at Port Royale on important business: to find Jack Sparrow. It would go over well as long as he didn't run into Norrington.

Not that the bastard doesn't stick his nose into everything. Including marriages.

Will wondered if he was bitter about the affair. It wasn't as if he made Elizabeth happy, in fact he more likely made her miserable. Because he would much rather be at sea and the sex was passionless. It was on the honeymoon Will had realized his pining after Elizabeth wasn't sexual but more of a friendly, sisterly feeling. He also began to realize his pining after Jack Sparrow was much more than friendly. Of course, he'd realized pining after a man was not completely normal, he'd thought that maybe Jack symbolized adventure and freedom. Until the dreams of a very nude Jack entered his sleep.

And brilliant dreams they were.

Will grinned at the thought.

Tomorrow he would enter that building with a professional air about him and he would find those papers. Without finding Norrington on the way.

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End Chapter Three

Short. Took ages. Forced. I know. Very sorry. Very, very sorry. Please forgive me. Drop me some suggestions in your review, and I'll see what I can do. Hope you enjoyed. Please review.