A man sat in a small room in the back of a hardware store, writing a letter. He heard his employee, Bob Summerfield, talking to a woman customer.

"They tell you what the ingredients are," the woman said. "And how it's guaranteed to exterminate every insect in the world, but they do not tell you whether or not it's painless. And I say insect or man, death should always be painless."


Will looked up at the sign above the door of the store. "Sam's Hardware," it read. Will walked into the building and over to Bob. He asked, "Excuse me, are you Sam?"

Bob called to the back room, "Sam! A man wants to see you!"

"Yes, sir?" Sam asked as he walked into the main store.

"I'm Jack Sparrow's friend."

"Oh, sure! Will Turner!"

"Is Jack here?"

"Why, of course not! Is something wrong?"

The cash register rang and the woman left.

Will said, "We arrived at this motel just outside town on Friday. I was in my own room overnight and I haven't heard from him since."


Sam looked concerned.

"Look," Will said. "If you two are in this thing together, I don't care. It's none of my business, but I want him to tell me it's none of my business! And then I'll go…"

Sam turned to Bob and said, "Bob, run out and get yourself some lunch, will you?"

"That's OK, Sam, I brought it with me."

"Run out and eat it." Bob ran out through a back door. Sam turned to Will and asked, "Now, what thing could we be in together?"


A man walked in, unnoticed by Sam and Will, wearing a suit and hat and carrying a coat. He quietly paid attention to the conversation.

"Well, is Jack in trouble? What is it?" Sam asked.

"Let's all talk about Captain Jack, shall we?" the third man asked, walking in closer.

"Who are you, friend?" Sam asked.

"My name is Arbogast, friend," the new man replied. "I'm a private investigator." He pulled out an ID. "Where is he, Mr. Turner?"

"I don't know you," Will said.

"Oh, I know you don't, because if you did, I wouldn't be able to follow you."

"What's your interest in this?" Sam asked Arbogast.

Arbogast leaned back against the counter and said, "Well, a time-traveling car called the DeLorean."


"A time-traveling car?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"That's right," Arbogast said.

Sam looked at Will, and then Arbogast. "Well, one of you better tell me what's going on, and tell me fast! I can take just so much of this!"

Arbogast told him, "Now take is easy, friend. Take it easy. You just… This pirate stole a time-traveling car."

"Stole it? What?" Will asked.

Sam asked the detective, "What are you talking about?" To Will, he continued, calmer, "What is this?"


Will sighed and said, "An inventor name Dr. Brown lent it to us so we could try to go back to our own time period in Port Royal. Jack steals money, not cars. Anyway, we arrived at this motel last Friday night, and we were going to get gas the next morning and leave. He left without me the next morning. Obviously, I haven't seen him since. Nobody has."

"Someone has seen him," Arbogast said. "Someone always sees a pirate with a time-traveling car from the future."

"Sam, I just want to go home… and give the car back," Will said. "Sam, if he's here…"

"He isn't!" Sam yelled. More quietly, he said, "He isn't."

"Mr. Turner, can I ask you a question? Did you come up here on just a hunch and nothing more?" Arbogast asked.

"Not even a hunch. Just hope."

"Well, with a little checking, I could get to believe you."

"I don't care if you believe me or not!" Will said. To Sam, he continued, "All I want to do is see Jack before he gets in too deeply!"

"Did you check in town? Hospitals? Maybe he had an accident or a holdup," Sam said.

"No," Will said. "I think I vaguely remember hearing the DeLorean leaving that night."

"I can't believe it," Sam said to Will. "Can you?"

"Yes."

"Well, you know we're always quickest to doubt people who have a reputation for being honest," Arbogast said.

"Jack isn't honest," Will said. "He's a pirate captain, remember?"

"I think he's here, Mr. Turner," Arbogast continued. "Well, he's not back there with the nuts and bolts, but he's here, in this town, somewhere. I'll find him. I'll be seeing you."

He turned and left.