Since Jack would not have been welcome to stay in the Governor's mansion, unlike Will, both men retreated to the small blacksmith shop. Neither one wanted to go back to that house at the moment, but sleep was needed and they had to find a safe place to do it. Most likely Brown was out drinking at some of Port Royal's establishments of lesser quality. He wouldn't be in until the afternoon most likely, which would give Jack and Will time to leave before he got there. As they passed under the sign and entered inside, Jack glanced over at Will.

"Brown and Turner, eh?" He said with a smirk. "Finally made you a partner?" He walked down the cart that served as a stairway and headed over to the chair Brown usually occupied while sleeping off a night of drinking. The chair tilted back slightly, making a triangle with the wall. Jack put his arms behind his head, relaxing. Just being out of that house made him feel slightly less itchy than before. A good night's sleep would do the rest.

"In a matter of speaking." Will responded. He moved aside things on the workbench and pulled himself up on it. Pulling off his coat, he folded it up and laid it on the bench. "It may say we're partners, but I still feel like the apprentice and the only person who works here." He lay down, resting his head on his coat. Jack stifled a yawn and stretched his arms. Will felt the oncoming sleep tugging at him, and at first resisted, but after he remembered that they were out of danger here, he let his eyes close. Not too long after, Jack fell asleep, hat pulled down over his eyes and hands folded on his stomach.


It was the sunbeam from the sun rising out over the harbor that woke Jack up in the early morning hours. He grunted and raised a hand to his face, blocking out the rays before they blinded him. The door to the shop creaked and he glanced up to see Will trying to enter as quietly as possible. "Where did you go?" Jack asked, making Will turn quickly as if he'd been tapped on the shoulder in a dark alleyway. He got up from his seat, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. It wasn't a bad night's sleep for having to sleep upright in a chair, but then again, being a pirate he'd learned to adapt and get sleep where needed.

"To talk to Commodore Norrington." Will said, heading back down the cart ramp. He paused at the bottom, scuffing the dirt floor with his shoe. "I wanted to hear it from him what he saw when he entered that house on the night of the pirate attack."

"And?" Jack pressed. "Anything that could help us out?" Will looked apprehensive, biting his lip.

"According to James, when he got there, there was a fire on the first floor, where the living room and the dining room are. He could see the bodies, but couldn't get to them through the wall of flames. By the time he had returned with others, the floor had collapsed in. Once the fire was put out, they searched for the bodies to bury, but with all the debris, it just proved to be more of a problem. So they assumed that the bodies had been incinerated in the fire. They were given a funeral, but there were no bodies to bury. About three months later, the bottom floor was rebuilt and the new owners moved in. They lasted only four weeks before demanding their money back on the place." Will explained to Jack, as a look of understanding crossed the pirate's face.

"The bodies weren't turned to ashes." He said. "And when that portion of the house was rebuilt, it was built over the bodies. So it's not a weapon we're looking for, it's corpses." He made a face. "Personally, I'd rather be looking for a weapon." He muttered. Will nodded. "So that's what we're goin' to do? Dig up the floorboards until we find the family?" Jack wasn't particularly thrilled with that idea. He'd seen enough corpses in his lifetime, even made a few himself, but that didn't mean he intentionally wanted to go finding one, not to mention four of them. "The living room always did have a peculiar reek to it..." The pirate muttered finally. Will nodded.

"So you'll help me?" He asked hopefully. "With two we should be able to get the job done quicker and watch each other's backs if the ghosts should try anything." Jack stared at him for a moment. He wasn't supposed to care about this, being a pirate and all. But William had been a very good friend to him, and if he could return the favor, this would be it.

"Fine. Let's get this done so I can get back to my crew and ship."


It was mid-afternoon when Jack and Will finally gathered up enough courage to return to the house. The prospect of being beaten by random objects throughout the house appealed to neither man, nor did they have any idea if the plan would work. What happened when they found the bodies? What would they do then?

Will shot Jack a look as he twisted the doorknob and pushed, letting the door open on its own. Both stood ready, makeshift weapons/tools at the ready. But nothing happened. The house was silent, not even a creak heard. Jack had the courage to step into the house first, looking around. It was still in the same state of destruction that it had been in the day before. Will followed after him, footsteps echoing loudly through the house. Nothing moved.

"That's more like it." Jack muttered, easing up slightly. He pushed open the door into the living room slowly, Will standing to his right. The room was completely silent, furniture thrown around. Will took a step inside, glancing around before looking back at Jack.

"Do we start here?" He asked quietly.

"Unless you have a better place to start?" Jack said and walked over to a place on the floor cleared of debris. He lifted the tool he'd grabbed from the shop and hefted it over his head.

"Jack, wait! Don't break the...boards." Will shouted, but was too late as Jack swung down the board let out a sickening crack. He glanced over at Will.

"I hope you're not suggesting taking the nails out one by one." He said, raising an eyebrow. Will opened his mouth to respond, but at first nothing would come out. Finally he sighed and stepped up to join Jack, rolling up his sleeves.

"You can tell Elizabeth we won't be hosting any dinner parties for a while." He told Jack before pushing the crowbar he held down into the crack Jack had made and started pushing down. The board groaned and broke apart, one half coming loose from the floor. Jack grabbed a hold of it and threw it aside.

"Well, we got our start. Let's hope there's something under here to be found." Jack muttered, staring down into the black hole in the floor.


Jack and Will stared down at the gaping hole in the floor, looking at all the broken, charred boards and ash lying beneath the floorboards. Will absentmindedly wiped his hand on his shirt as he stared into the hole.

"Jack? What if the bodies are just ashes now?" Will asked, looking uncertain. He couldn't see anything that looked remotely like a body.

"Then you're out of your house and your money." Jack replied bluntly, leaning against the chair. "So, I'll be guessing that since this is your house you'll be wanting to check that out first?" He pointed to the hole. "I'll stay up here and keep a sharp eye out for anything suspicious."

"Pirates. Always taking the easy way out." Will said bitterly. Jack was taken back by his tone.

"In case you haven't noticed, it's been a little too quiet around here. You think these ghosts would like us destroyin' the house when they don't even like the idea of us just bein' here in the first place?" Jack responded. Will looked at him through a few stray hairs that had escaped his ponytail. Jack suddenly felt very cold. "Will?" He asked. The boy's eyes were empty and cold as he took a step towards the pirate. Jack backed up around the chair. "Bloody hell...Donner! Let him go!" He snapped. "We're workin' on freein' your spirit and you're not helping!"

The spirit possessing Will smirked, making Jack's blood run cold. The look on his face was one he never would have expected to see on Will's face. "There's nowhere left to run, pirate." Donner said easily as he hefted the crowbar, blocking Jack's escape route towards the door to the hallway. The dining room was blocked by the gaping hole they had made in the floor.

"Wasn't going to run. I was actually trying to help the boy here get you out of his house. So if you'll just let him go, we'll get right to that." Jack said.

"Shut up!" Jack winced slightly and gave the commodore a dirty look. "The only thing you will be doing is hanging in the gallows, Jack Sparrow."

"Ah, so you do remember me." Jack said with a small smile. "I'm honored." He started sliding towards the door slowly, before breaking into a dead sprint.

Suddenly Mary Donner appeared in front of him, making him come to a sudden halt and fall onto the couch. "Just where do you think you're going, Jack?" She asked, sweeping towards him. Jack made a face at the sight of her, bloodied and battered. "What's the matter? Don't like reminders of sins past?" She asked him, noticing his look.

"I never would hurt a woman or child." Jack growled. "I may be a pirate, but I'm not a completely heartless bastard." He got to his feet, backing away from her and running into Donner again, still possessing Will.

"A pirate is a pirate, a dirty man." Donner said, grabbing his arm. "And the only good pirate is a dead pirate." Jack pulled away from him and his foot slipped on the edge of the hole. He fell backwards, crashing into the pit and landing hard, creating a whirlwind of ash. He coughed harshly as the wind was knocked out of him. "Don't struggle, Jack. It won't help you." Jack shot him a dark look and sat up. His hand was stuck in something. He turned to find that a rib had torn through his shirt and was holding him fast. Jack yanked, trying to pull himself free. When that didn't work, he grabbed hold of another rib to use as leverage and...

The pirate stood over the four bodies lying on the floor around him, eyeing the valuables the place held. "And it's all mine." He licked his lips, hungry with greed and moved towards the table, picking up the silverware and stuffing it in his pockets. He would bring the best loot back to the ship tonight and he would be a rich man, rewarded well. Most of the house he had already been through, which was how he had found the woman still in bed. She would have made a fine prize too had she not been so stubborn. Her struggles had knocked over a lamp nearby, the fire already spreading like a plague through the house. He would need to be quick.

He froze as he heard the sound of a pistol being cocked. "Put it down." The voice was strong and commanding, unlike the quavering ones of the men he often met when the pirates pillaged and plundered. He turned, smirking at the dark haired man standing in the doorway. Norrington did not look as amused. As a matter of fact, he looked sick, seeing the bodies lying on the floor and having no way to get to them as the wall of fire grew. The pirate laughed.

"Can't do nothing here, can you?" He said. "I'll just be on my way then." He turned to grab his loot off the table when the gunshot rang out. He put a hand to his chest and pulled it away, gazing down at the dark red stain on his fingers. "While I'll be damned." Norrington lowered the pistol and rushed from the house, calling for water. The pirate sank to his knees on the floor. Ironic that he would die with his victims in this house. Ironic indeed...

The rib snapped and Jack scooted back, eyes wide. The charred skeleton's face turned towards him, the light glinting off the silver teeth in its mouth as it leered at Jack. "That's it." He got to his feet, easily pulling himself out of the hole and staring at Donner. "You're still here because of that." He pointed towards the skeleton. "The one thing you hate the most and your bodies have the same resting place as him." He scowled at Donner. "You need to get over yourself, mate. Death makes all men equal."

Donner's expression grew even darker as he approached Jack. "I will not remain in this place with that filth lying nearby." He growled. Jack stared at him a moment, deadpan before giving the commodore a good right hook across the face. The commodore was still standing as Jack made contact and Will went flying across the floor and landed in a heap. The ghost stared at him. "Always thinking with your fist." He commented.

Will shook his head, sitting upright. He wasn't quite sure what happened. Glancing up, he saw Jack cornered by the ghosts and got to his feet. "Leave him alone!" He shouted. Jack held up a finger.

"Will, get the body and take it outside." He said, never leaving eye contact with Donner. Will narrowed his eyes in confusion.


"Help me take the body outside." He moved towards the hole again, but found that he couldn't move his feet. Jack glared at Donner. "Little immature, don't you think?"

"You're not going anywhere, pirate."

"And you need to learn about the shades of gray in the world, mate. Not everything is as simple as you think." Jack tried to lift his feet, but couldn't. "You think all pirates are the same as the man under the floorboards there." Donner waited for him to continue. "I may be a pirate, but I don't kill needlessly. I steal, as does everyone else, maybe not just as publicly." He pointed at Will. "William Turner's son. He has the blood of a pirate, but he's a good man. Abides by the law and loves his wife." He glared at him. "Am I makin' any sense here?"

Donner didn't say anything, almost as if he couldn't think of what to say. "I'm sworn to protect the innocent." He said finally.

"And I'm sure you did a fine job of that." Jack said. "Now, if you'll let me go, I'll get that body out of your house and you can find peace. We have an accord?" Donner waved a hand.

"Do as you please." He said and Jack's feet became loose from the floor again. He headed over to the hole with Will. Between the two of them, they dragged the bones from the house on a rug. Jack upended the rug onto the ground and watched as the bones rolled off.

Will stood in the doorway of the living room, looking in at the two ghosts standing there. Donner's arms were around his wife and they both seemed to stare at the walls. He took a step inside, attracting their attention. Slowly he held his hands up. "I don't want trouble." He said honestly. Donner narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to remember something.

"You. You were the boy they brought back to Port Royal the night of the attack. The lone survivor of the attack on the merchant vessel." He said. Will nodded.

"That was me." He said softly.

"William Turner's boy. How could I have not seen the resemblance?" He looked him over. "And yet not a pirate yourself."

"No sir. Not a pirate. A blacksmith, actually." Donner looked down at Mary.

"Maybe Jack Sparrow, scoundrel that he is, was right. Maybe there are shades of gray." She held him close, clinging tightly to his jacket.

"Jack may be a scoundrel, but he's a good man." Will said. "He helped me save my wife from pirates. You can never judge a man on what he is, only on what he does." Jack smiled slightly, standing outside the door.

Donner nodded. "Perhaps your right. My blindness has made my family suffer long enough." He looked down at Mary again. "Are you ready to go home, my love?" For the first time since he'd seen her, Will saw Mary smile up at her husband.

"Yes, let's go home. I'm ready to rest." She told him. Smiling, he kissed his wife on the forehead before turning to face Will again.

"Thank you, William. And our deepest gratitude to you, Jack. I didn't think it was possible to learn something from a pirate." Donner said. Will jumped, not realizing Jack was behind him. Jack smirked.

"Aye, that you can." He said.

And then they were gone. The living room was empty again, but the cold feeling had lifted from the room. It felt freer. Will let out a deep sigh and slid down the wall in exhaustion. Jack looked down at him.

"Well, you can finally rest peacefully now." Jack said.

Will rubbed his temples. "Not yet. I still have to find the undertaker about giving the bodies a respectful proper burial and see how much it's going to cost me to get the floor repaired." He groaned.

"Good luck with that. I'm going to go meet up with my ship and get far, far away from here. Never did like this place much." Jack responded. In the hallway, the door groaned as it was pushed open.

"William?" A voice called, tone shaky.

"In the living room." Will called. He heard the sound of footsteps and Elizabeth came running into the room, dropping to her knees and throwing her arms around him.

"I was so worried. I saw the bones and thought something bad had happened..." She trailed off as she looked around the room. "But I see it did."

"It's over now, thanks to Jack. He figured it out." Will said, looking up at his old friend. "He found peace for the spirits." Elizabeth took Jack's hand.

"Thank you." She said. Jack looked slightly uncomfortable with all the praise.

"You're welcome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving." For Jack, he'd been in town long enough and the open sea was calling to him and he needed to answer that call. He headed for the door, but not before stopping and turning around. "And William, try to stay out of trouble this time." He told the blacksmith before he left. Elizabeth looked at Will, smiling. She leaned over and kissed him softly before getting to her feet. A frown crossed her face and she looked back down at her husband.

"What happened to the floor?"