And here's Part Two!

The trip to the small island was uneventful, though it took longer then it should have, since they were island hopping and doing their best to keep to the shallows.

Following the heading provided by the compass, Will, Elizabeth, Jack, and James unearthed the chest and brought it back on board.

Will immediately claimed the chest so he could study both it and the drawing of the key.

Jack let him take over the captain's cabin. When Jack went in next, Will was writing something out. "I'm using a string to measure how wide the lock is," Will said absently when Jack asked.

"You need to know that?" Jack asked.

"Of course," Will replied. "I can't just guess- and I can't get this wrong. This is a very ornate key, after all. I just hope there aren't any enchantments on this chest to prevent a second key from opening it."

"I hadn't thought of that," Jack said.

"Neither did I," Will said. "I doubt it, but since it has a beating heart inside, I just thought I'd warn you of the possibility."

Jack shook his head and went back out to supervise the crew.

A day and a half away from the island where they'd found the chest, Ragetti spotted another ship chasing them.

The wind was not favorable, but Jack ordered full canvas and they began to tack into the wind. The other ship would have the same disadvantage. The Pearl was still a fast ship. Perhaps it would be enough to escape.

The other ship began to gain on them as the day wore on. Jack studied it with the spyglass once it was close enough. He swore viciously after a moment. "The Dutchman," he said.

Elizabeth, who was taking her turn on the wheel, was the only one who heard him. Jack collapsed the spyglass decisively and took over the wheel. "We'll run as long as we can," he decided. "All hands, prepare the guns! Mr. Turner, get the chest from my cabin! Mr. Pintel and Mr. Ragetti, get two of our smaller cannons. We're going t' make him see reason!"

The next few hours were tense as the Pearl struggled to stay ahead of the Dutchman, even with the wind against her. Slowly, the other ship gained on them.

When it was clear that the wind wasn't going to change, Jack ordered Pintel and Ragetti to set up the two small cannons so they faced each other, with the chest in between them.

Jack eyed them. "If he attacks, you'll fire those cannons," he ordered. "But only as a last resort."

Finally, the other ship caught up. Jack narrowed his eyes. "Drop canvas!" he ordered as soon as the other ship was close enough. "Mr. Turner!"

"Right here, Jack," Will said from behind him.

"Stand in front of the chest. We'll show him that we have it only if we need to."

Will nodded. Jack stood next to him as the Dutchman slid to a relative stop right next to the Pearl. Jack took a brief moment to admire the seamanship that required before straightening his shoulders.

"OY! Captain Jones!" he shouted.

The gun ports on the other ship opened. Jack grimaced. Unfortunately, there would be no running here. "Alright, since you won't talk," Jack said.

He gestured to Will, who stepped aside, revealing the chest to the Dutchman.

Nothing happened for a long moment. Then the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones himself, stomped to the rail and glared at Jack.

Jack offered him a grin in return.

Will stepped forward so that he was standing next to Jack, hand on his sword. Elizabeth moved up to Jack's other side. Jack spared a glance down- the whole crew was watching.

Jones didn't spare Will or Elizabeth a second glance. They'd discussed what might happen if they did run into the Dutchman, and so far Jones was acting about as they had thought he would.

Jones snorted, and then he was stepping through the rail to stand right before Jack.

"What do ye want?" Jones snapped.

Jack summoned his most charming smile. "Just two things- no, three things, mate."

Will slanted a sideways glance at Jack.

Jack ignored it and continued. "I want my debt settled, William Turner released, and your word that you will never attack us- an' that includes using the kraken or anyone else to attack on your orders."

Will turned and stared at Jack. "Jack…" he managed hoarsely.

"Aye, mate. Ol' Bootstrap is trapped on that ship."

Will swallowed.

Jones frowned at Will for a moment, but then returned his attention to Jack. "If I give ye these things, Sparrow, ye will return my chest."

"Aye, that I will," Jack said.

Jones nodded and without ceremony, grabbed Jack's hand.

He let go after a moment, and Jack watched as the Black Spot faded away.

He nodded.

Jones snarled, but turned to his ship. "Mr. Turner, I require your services."

Jack let out a sigh as Bootstrap stepped through the side of the ship and stopped next to Jones. "Aye, Captain?"

Jones glanced at him. "Your service is at an end," he snapped. "It seems Sparrow isn't one t' betray his friends, even when his friends betray him."

Bootstrap winced; so did Jack. Jones didn't know what Jack's original plan was, after all.

The sea creatures were falling away from Bootstrap. Jones turned back to Jack. "An' I swear not t' attack ye or yer ship, Jack Sparrow. Nor will I send others after ye."

Jack nodded. "Agreed, mate," he said. He stepped to the side, and gestured for Pintel and Ragetti to step back. "It's all yours."

Jones snarled and stomped forward to grab it. "Rest assured, Sparrow, that ye will get what ye deserve. Someone will beat you." He cradled the chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. Perhaps it was, to him.

He stepped back- and reappeared on the Dutchman.

Jack and the Pearl's crew watched as the Dutchman sank into the ocean.

Will sighed in relief as the other ship disappeared. "It worked," he said softly.

"Of course it worked," Jack said. "Am I, or am I not, Captain Jack Sparrow?"

Bootstrap glanced at Jack, and then stared at Will. Will noticed the attention, and stared back. The younger Turner smiled tentatively at the man he hadn't seen since he was eleven.

"Will," Bootstrap breathed.

Jack smiled. "Yes, Yes, William Turner, this is… William Turner.

He walked away to give them a change to reunite. He ushered Elizabeth with him. "Let's give them time t' sort it out. Will c'n introduce you later," he suggested.

Elizabeth nodded. "I was going to say that."

They were still a day away from Jamaica when Will and Elizabeth asked to speak with Jack privately. Once all three of them were seated around the table in Jack's cabin, Jack sighed. "So, what c'n I do f'r the two of you?"

The young couple exchanged glances. "Will told you that Beckett was willing to offer you a letter of marque, correct?" Elizabeth asked.

Jack nodded but just eyed her. Why were they bringing this up?

Elizabeth pulled a leather folder out of her coat. "Before I escaped, I forced him to sign this," she said. "It's the Letters of Marque. If we don't want to return to Port Royal, we don't have to."

Jack didn't reach out to take them. "We had a bargain, Will. And you did manage most of what you said you'd do. I got my part out of the bargain."

"My reasons for needing the compass are gone," Will responded. "And we don't really have a reason to go back. Not much of one, anyway."

"We were planning to move to Virginia within a year," Elizabeth said. "Port Royal society has not been forgiving of our- adventure."

"Nor of our engagement," Will added.

"The only reason to return is to make sure my father is not hurt. But I know that he will be fine."

Jack glanced back and forth between them. "So- are you saying that we shouldn't return t' Port Royal?"

Will sat back. "I think we're both saying that it's not necessary."

"I want to find some way to make sure my father is alright," Elizabeth said. "But I don't think we need to go to Port Royal to do it."

Jack sat back and looked down at the letters on the table. "What to you want in exchange for these?"

"Passage," Will said. "We'd like passage to… somewhere else. Maybe Virginia, like we planned. Maybe somewhere else. Somewhere we can send a letter to Port Royal."

Jack sighed and shook his head. "The Pearl isn't a passenger ship," he said. "But I've a proposition for the two of you."

Will and Elizabeth exchanged glances. "I'm in need of good men- and women- that I can trust. If you sign the articles, you can stay on for as long as you want."

Will looked at Elizabeth. "I'd like that," he said. "But it's your father that might be in danger, not mine."

Elizabeth looked down at the table. "Beckett won't kill Father," she said. "He's too useful. And if Beckett threatens me, then Father will go along with him." She wasn't really talking to them.

Will got up and wandered over to the windows to look out. Jack joined him. "What does Bootstrap think?" Jack asked Will quietly.

Will snorted. "I haven't asked him."

"He's your father," Jack pointed out.

"I'm aware of that," Will said. "Your point being?"

Jack frowned at him. "Didn't you come out to the Caribbean to find him?"

Will sighed. "Once, yes. But I don't know that we have much in common. We haven't even seen each other for over a decade. My father will make his own choice."

"You won't be asking him?"

"Jack, I know you better then I know him. He might be my father, but how can we be a family?" Will shrugged. "I figured that out years ago."

Jack nodded slowly. He was on the outs with his own father. But… "Give him a chance, mate. He might surprise you."

Will sighed. "He'll make his own decisions," he repeated. The young man turned to look at Elizabeth.

"It's too dangerous for us to go to Port Royal," she said.

Jack grinned. "So, will you sign the articles?"

Elizabeth nodded. Will rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Then make your marks," Jack said. He pulled out the Black Pearl's articles with a flourish.

Will studied them for a few moments before signing his name right below a line of Xs. Elizabeth signed below that.

Jack took the articles and put them away. He smiled and looked closely at them. "I'll have Gibbs assign some work for you to do," he said. "Though I'd like it, William, if you could take over the duties of the Master Gunner or Master of Arms. I need someone to take those duties, an' I think you'd be suited to them."

Will nodded.

An hour later, Jack called James Norrington into his cabin. For a long moment, they eyed each other. Then, Jack nodded. "I can't get you back your commission. But I can help you regain your life," he said.

James laughed bitterly. "And how can you do that? My life was my commission. And it was because of you that I resigned."

Jack stared at him. "Beckett wants the compass," he said. "If you can get it to him, he'll make a bargain with you. You can regain your commission. Just make sure that I can take it back, after you're in the clear."

James looked at the compass Jack held. "Beckett would be willing to bargain for this?"

"He arrested Will and Elizabeth, threatened them, just to get his hands on this," Jack said. "And it might have been for the best for them- they seem to like the freedom a pirate's life brings- but you've lost everything."

"And, if I do this, I'll owe you," James said dryly.

Jack grinned. "Yes, there is that."

James gave him a sour look. "I might have known you wouldn't do anything without benefit to yourself."

Jack looked hurt.

James sighed. "Oh, very well. Since it seems to be the only way to get my life back."

Jack smiled. "Then sit down, Mr. Norrington, and we'll work it all out."

The word spread throughout the town- the Black Pearl had returned to Tortuga, after being missing for nearly three months. Of course, the people of the pirate town had heard the stories- how the ship had pillaged a Spanish treasure ship, how the crew had escaped from the East India Trading Company more then once, stole something from Beckett himself (just what that something was could have been anything- and according to the rumors, was everything from a glass of wine to several chests of gold), and the most unbelievable of all: Captain Sparrow, and the ship's master of arms had confronted Davy Jones and won the freedom of one of Jones' crewmen.

The crew laughed and added to the tales, making the legends of the Black Pearl and Captain Jack Sparrow grow, reminding people of Bootstrap Bill, and creating new legends- the Master Swordsman William Turner (according to Marty, he never lost a fight) and Elizabeth Swann (yes, a woman, but just as good a fighter as any man).

It was a good time to crew on the Black Pearl.

Captain Sparrow made sure that someone remained on watch at all times- but by the end of the second day, he and a few of his crew met back on the Pearl.

The Pearl's hold was still mostly full of swag they had collected, though the crew had each taken their share of the gold they'd plundered from the Spanish Treasure ship. The rest of the goods would be sold over the next few weeks, as the crew rested and repaired the Pearl.

Both Turners, Gibbs, and Jack met and plotted out what they needed to buy, what they could keep from the swag, and what they needed to sell.

"We are definitely going to need more cannon balls," Will said. "I'd like to get more powder and chain shot as well."

Bill nodded. He'd retaken his old position as quartermaster. "And we'll need more of practically everything from sails to rope." Bill snorted. "Like always after a sail."

Jack nodded. "You know what you're doing," he said.

Gibbs frowned. "I've got the crew keeping an ear out for anything that might be promising," he told them.

Jack nodded. "That's good, but we'll probably stay at least a few weeks in port. It'll take that long for most of the crew to burn through their shares."

The other three nodded. The meeting broke up soon after, with the agreement between Gibbs and Will that they'd help sort through a few of the crates to take to the market tomorrow morning, along with whatever crewmen returned to the ship.

Will headed to where Elizabeth was waiting just out of earshot.

They departed the ship together and headed out into Tortuga.

They were pirates now. And there was no reason for them to not act like pirates.

Once again, I need to thank whoever it was that had this idea. It was a wonderful idea, and though I didn't actually have Will make the key, it provided me with a wonderful starting off point for an AU fic.

Cheers, everyone!

And, as always, thanks go to arquenniel for the beta. She really did a wonderful job with this story. I made so many silly mistakes. However, any remaining mistakes are my own.