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Chapter 4: Legends and Truths

Riley opened his eyes. "What just happened? Where am I?" he thought. The place he was in was strange. It was nothing but white mist. Even the "ground" he was standing on was nothing but mist. It was very weird, but somehow peaceful.

Time passed. How much time? Riley couldn't say. The mist began to solidify. It formed a mast, sails, a helm, ropes and other parts of a ship's anatomy. The "ground" became a wooden deck. Lastly, crew members formed. They were all working. Except for a man in a green bandana, he was walking towards Riley. He was handsome with dark hair and eyes. His olive skin was darker than Eric's.

"What's your name?" he asked. His accent was British.

"Riley Poole," said Riley. "What's yours?"

"Captain Will Tuner," said the man. "Do you fear death?"

"Are you the Captain Will Turner?" asked Riley.

"What do you mean the Captain Will Tuner?"

"The one who captains the Flying Dutchman," explained Riley.

"Oh, yeah him, err-yes, that's me," admitted Will sheepishly.

"Wow," Riley whistled. "The stories are true then."

Will shrugged. He didn't know if the stories were true or what they were and he didn't really care. He had lost contact with the people he wanted to impress.

"Is it true that you got hitched to the first female Pirate King in the middle of a battle?"

"Yes," Will didn't like the way the conversation was going.

"Were you the best swordsman in your time?" asked Riley.

"I don't think so…" said Will.

"Did you know Pintel and Ragetti, Kraken slayers?"

Will laughed at that. "I did know them, but they aren't Kraken slayers."

"Oh." Riley paused. "Never mind then." He stopped talking for a moment as though to think. "One thing I don't understand is why you are still here?"

"Pardon me?" asked Will.

"I thought that if the Captain's lover was faithful he would be free after ten years of service," said Riley. "Was your wife?"

"No," snarled Will. "How dare you say that about my wife?"

"Sorry, sorry," said Riley, shirking back from the look Will was giving him.

"I suppose it's not your fault," said Will. "You didn't know she as well as I did and it is the only logical, but untrue, explanation."

"Why then?" asked Riley.

"There wasn't anybody else to do the job," said Will, bitterly. Then he changed the subject. "We should be at the realm of the dead soon. You can rest until we get there. If you decide to join the crew, you'll have to work. Understand?"

"The realm of the dead?" asked Riley. "I'm really dead then." Emotions flooded through him. He felt shame for the fact that he hadn't figured this out sooner; anger at Eric for taking his life; sadness that he had never said goodbye to Abigail, Ben, his mother, his father, his 15-year old brother Jonathon and all his aunts, uncles and cousins; grief that he had never told his girlfriend, Kelsey, how much he really loved her.

"I'm sorry," said Will, his face held an expression of sympathy.

"It's alright," said Riley, in a poor attempt to return to his normal cheerful self. "Guess Ben and Abigail will have to find the Isle de Murta without me."

Will narrowed his eyebrows. "Your friends are looking for the Isle de Murta? Don't they know it's an island nobody can find…?"

"Unless they already know where it is," finished Riley. "Yeah, they know that. They just think it's not true. Whoa that bit's real too?"

"Very real," said Will. "That damned island's location caused a lot of trouble."

Will started to think. He didn't know where the island was, but he knew someone who did. He didn't know whether this person was alive or not. He hadn't ferried him and it wasn't likely he had died on land. The hard part was finding him.

"Tell you what," said Will. "I will temporarily resurrect you. In exchange you will help me find a person. He has the coordinates to Isle de Murta and he might have some information I need."

"Who is this guy?" asked Riley.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," said Will. "I don't know if he is dead or not," he explained catching the look on Riley's face. "Do we have an accord?"

"What information do you need?" asked Riley.

"That is none of your business," said Will. "Do we have an accord?"

Will extended his hand. Riley shook it.

"To the Realm of the Living!" he commanded the man at the wheel.

"But-but, sir," stuttered the man.

"Do you question my orders?" asked Will raising his left eyebrow.

"No, sir," said the man. He began to turn the wheel. The ship staring sinking, bow first, into the water. Soon it was totally immersed in water. A second later the ship resurfaced with a loud splash. Riley saw the Dog Star a hundred yards away. Before he could make out the forms of Ben, Eric and Abigail Will turned to him.

"Live again," he ordered and pushed Riley in the chest.

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