Alrighty mates, here's the deal! I've been reading over my first fanfic and found it plain horrible. Instead of taking it down though (and losing all those lovely reviews ;-)), I decided to give a try at revising it. No plot change, just grammar and spell checked/improved. Also, I've taken out all the silly author notes. I'll try to revise chapters in groups of five and post them. Drop in a note and tell me what you think!

Chapter 1

As the setting sun painted the sky a lurid orange, Captain Jack Sparrow couldn't contain the satisfied sigh. This sight of that burning ball drowning in the peacefully smooth ocean always enchanted him, no matter how often and under how many circumstances he had seen it. He would even forget about his rum, just sitting there, staring into the brightly colored sky.

Well.

That had been a bit of an exaggeration: seeing Gibbs swig some of the golden liquor from his leather-bound flask, Jack turned abruptly, heading to the galley. He desperately needed to drown his feelings now, they were getting more and more unbearable as the Black Pearl was drawing closer to Port Royal.

Port Royal meant the whelp. Jack Sparrow couldn't help smiling. He was looking forward to seeing Will again, even though he would never admit it. After all – who would want to befriend a eunuch?!

Port Royal also meant Elizabeth. Elizabeth. He wondered how she was doing. Was she still as beautiful? Did her eyes still have that defiant, but enchanting look to them? He couldn't imagine otherwise, but Jack Sparrow shook his head sternly, wanting to forget about Elizabeth. She was with Will, his best mate. His only real friend, for that matter. But then how come he couldn't forget Elizabeth, the way she laughed, the way she had leaned her head against his shoulder on the island, the way she had lain with him, arm in arm, on that sandy beach? 'Apparently that vile drink doesn't only turn men into 'complete scoundrels'.", Jack mused. "She had merely been drunk…" he added firmly and downed another quarter of his bottle.

"Cap'n! Cap'n, land in sight!" Gibbs' shouts roused Jack from his thoughts and he quickly staggered up to the deck, swaggering as usual with his hands flailing about.

"Lower the anchor", Jack shouted, seeing Port Royal drawing closer and closer. "All into the boats!" The Black Pearl was bustling now, all crewmembers were eager to reach land. After all, it had been three weeks since they last seen a tavern. Jack shared a boat with Anamaria, the only women on board the Black Pearl. Though he still owed her a ship, Anamaria had agreed to join the crew of the Black Pearl. The crew was glad (except for Gibbs, who still thought women unlucky) because she was the only one who could somehow control Jack Sparrow - she was also the only one able to slap him without taking the risk of getting keelhauled – a fact she took advantage of regularly.

"Don't you try anything now…" she muttered as Jack jumped into their rowboat, swaying so much he nearly caused it to topple over. "Me?" Jack asked innocently, smiling his half-looped smile, while moving closer to Ana. "C'mon, luv, I know ye're smitten by me, jus' like all them other women out there." Anamaria snorted, moved to the other end of the boat, and started rowing. Thinking he had heard a hiss something along the lines of 'despicable', Jack gave her another cocky smile and then grabbed the other pair of oars.

They docked at the eastern port, since that was the least busy one. The pirates jumped out of their boats, quickly tying them up and heading for the next tavern. Jack couldn't blame them and looked after them longingly; he would have liked some rum himself now, but he had promised to visit Will and Elizabeth first. "Maybe they had some rum, " he wondered hopefully– but he doubted it.

Elizabeth! Just the mere thought of her quickened Jack Sparrow's steps. He wondered if she and Will were married already - thinking about that possibility he felt something tug at his heart. 'Rubbish' he thought. 'I'm a bloody pirate, what do I care fer some woman? I can have as many as I want in any goddamn port!' He looked up, seeing that he had reached the Will's forgery. He decided to make his grand entrance, and quietly opened the door. It seemed that the forgery was empty - but Will would never leave it unlocked if he left! He walked through the door and softly made his way over to the small room in which the finished swords were stored. He heard a muffled laugh and opened the door. He saw Elizabeth leaning on Wills shoulder, just like she had laid on his on their island, and Will cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss. They were with the back to Jack, who quickly caught himself, even though he felt a whirl of emotions coming over him. "Ahem..." he coughed discreetly, causing Will and Elizabeth to turn in shock. They opened their mouths wide in surprise and Elizabeth jumped up.

"Jack! You're back! Will, it's Jack, look it's Jack!" She embraced him, holding onto him so tightly he nearly couldn't breathe. Although he enjoyed it, he decided playing the 'unemotional pirate'.

"There there luv, I didn't know ye missed me that much. But would ye please let me breathe?" Elizabeth let go off him, still beaming. Now Will spoke up too, greeting Jack.

"Ah, and here's the whelp", exclaimed Jack, patting Will on the back in a fatherly manner. "Still practicing three hours a day, huh?"

"No, now he's got more important things to do..." Elizabeth said, smiling at Will, who blushed.

"What d'ye think of some nice little tavern, and some rum, to catch up on things?" Jack asked, glancing hopefully at Will and Elizabeth.

"Well, I don't think that this is a good..." Elizabeth started, but was cut off by Will. He winked at Jack. "Great idea, mate! Let's go."