A/N: Hello everybody! I'm back! Didn't expect to have the sequel out this fast but hey, I was bored and I kinda promised that I'd have it out this weekend. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Anna Wilson and some other characters you'll meet soon enough.

Oh yeah, This is the sequel to Just a Fantasy. Go read it first if you haven't yet or you won't understand some stuff.

Now, for you reading pleasure, I present to you: The Silent Blade's Revenge

Chapter One: Reluctant Return

The Black Pearl floated calmly in the cool Caribbean waters. It was merely a shadow in the dim light of the moon. All the crew slept in their hammocks in the forecastle, all but one. Anna Wilson stood on the deck looking up to the stars, something she had done every night for the last year. Although she could've been nearly halfway around the world from Port Royal within the last year, she always would think that back in the town she left, William Turner could be looking at those same stars. Yes, it had been nearly a year since she had last seen him, yet she had always fantasized about him. Her heart never seemed to get over him. She knew he was most likely blissfully married, but she still dreamed of him and saw him in everything. Her mind would tell her it was all just a fantasy; just like the adventure she had taken with Will and Jack a year ago, just a fantasy…

Anna's heart fluttered wildly in her chest, though it wasn't from a particularly good fantasy. No…this was because when the sun rose, the crew would awake and get to work so they could finish their journey to the town that sat just on the horizon. The Black Pearl would be docking in Port Royal for the first time in a year. She didn't want to go back and face what would be waiting for her. Her family would be there. Her former fiancé, Lieutenant Anderson, would be there. Will would be there.

The stars began to fade away and the sky turned from black to dark blue and soon purple. The sun was rising, and with it came a red sky. Just the omen Anna needed to prepare herself for the day.

"Red sky at morning, sailors take warning," a voice said behind Anna, startling her out of her thoughts.

She turned and saw Gibbs standing there, sipping from his flask of alcohol.

"Not really something we need right now, eh?" Anna said folding her arms in front of her.

"It's alright, luv," Jack said out of nowhere, "Ye can handle it. Ye've handled much worse."

Anna nodded in agreement. She hand handled herself well as a pirate. Port Royal should be a piece of cake after all the places she'd been to around the world.

"What could be worse than Madagascar, luv?" Jack said smiling.

Anna grimaced at the memory of their little visit to the pirate island off the eastern coast of Africa. That was an experience she'd never forget and never forgive Jack for it either.

"I have no idea why I still trust you Jack," Anna said shaking her head, smiling, and looked to the east at the sunrise.

"'Cause I'm dishonest!" Jack said smiling, "I thought you knew this already."

"True…" Anna replied now staring at the black shape of an island on the horizon that was the island of Jamaica. They would arrive by afternoon.

Slowly but surely, the crew woke up and got to their duties without complaint. They hoisted the anchor and unfurled the sails, and soon, they were back on their way to Port Royal. It was a stupid idea, really, to go back. But everyone had no choice but to trust Jack and all his wild decisions. For it was because of him that they were all still alive. It was because of him that they could get away with anything.

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Will walked slowly to Elizabeth Swann's home, his hands shaking nervously. He didn't understand why he was always still nervous whenever he had to go there. He always felt awkward and out of place at her house, like he didn't belong there. He wished he could just spend time with Elizabeth in the open and familiar air instead of going through the humiliation of sitting at tea. This was how the rest of his life was going to be. Gradually over the last year, Will began to understand the confines of high society that Anna always complained about.

Will's head shot up. He was doing it again, thinking about the woman that ran away to the sea a year ago, the woman that that followed his dream. He had hoped she'd one day come back. He had hoped for a year and it never happened. He was ready to give up any hope of seeing the Black Pearl ever again.

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Elizabeth sat near her bedroom window looking out to the sea, so peaceful and calm in the morning light. Something caught her eye. Will was walking up the path to her house. She sighed knowing she was going to put him through another long and boring day at the Swann residence.

She hadn't gotten dressed yet; no one knew she was up. She enjoyed the peace of the morning before her hectic days began. This was her time to herself and no one could take that away from her.

A knock came at the door. Her time was up. She stood up and hit the journal that sat on her lap, where she wrote all her true feelings during these peaceful mornings.

"Come in," she said sweetly.

The door opened and two maids walked in. They walked to the closet and pulled out a dress for Elizabeth to suffocate in that day. Elizabeth walked behind the dressing screen and braced herself as her corset was fastened. The heavy wool dress came next. It was still morning and she was already sweltering hot. Her hair was piled on top of her head letting only a few strands fall down, framing her face. A butler then walked into the room.

"Miss, Mr. Turner has arrived. He's waiting in the parlor," he said.

Elizabeth nodded and he left. She stood up and walked downstairs to meet her blacksmith pirate. She found Will sitting quietly on the sofa and twiddling his thumbs nervously. She smiled and sat next to him, placing her hand on his. He looked up and smiled.

"Good morning, Will," Elizabeth said in her sweet voice.

"Good morning," he said nervously.

"Why are you still nervous when you're here? We're getting married on Saturday. You're going to have to warm up to me sometime," Elizabeth teased playfully.

Will laughed drawing a laugh from Elizabeth, that perfect melodic laugh that he loved so much. His mind wandered away again to the Black Pearl.

"Do you think they'll come?" Will asked, "Jack and the crew of the Pearl."

Elizabeth shrugged. "It'd be very surprising if they got our invitation. It's been a year Will and we haven't heard anything from them. I don't think they'd risk Norrington. He'll be on special guard for the wedding I assume," she said quietly.

Will's heart sunk as any last trace up hope that he had of seeing them again disappeared. He knew he should have run away to the sea when he had the chance, but he rejected his heart's calling for Elizabeth. His new place was in the confines of high society, where he found it hard to breathe.

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It was mid-afternoon and the Black Pearl was finally nearing the port. The crew was happier than ever to anchor in a deserted bay around the corner from the port so they could escape Mr. Cotton's parrot saying, "Land ho!" the whole day. Jack thought it best to hide the Pearl instead of docking it at the port. Anyone who wanted to was to go to shore by a rowboat.

"Alright, anyone wantin' to risk the wrath of Norrington by entering the dreaded Port Royal must board the rowboat now or forever hold yer peace!" Jack barked at the crew and looked at Anna who stood her ground. "Aren't ye comin', luv?" he asked walking up to her.

She didn't acknowledge his presence.

"Hello?" Jack asked waving his hand in front of her face.

Anna looked up at him shook her head. "I have too many people looking for me there."

"This is about Will, isn't it?" Jack said smiling slyly.

Her eyes widened. "No! Of course it's not! I'm not like that. I can still be friends with him."

"Then why do ye sound so nervous?" Jack pushed making Anna glare at him almost as coldly as Anamaria would.

He put his hands up and backed away. "Alright, luv, ye can stay back. I'll tell Will ye said hi though."

Anna shook her head, knowing that she was being ridiculous. She had to go to shore. "I'll go with you Jack."

Jack smiled and nodded. "I knew ye would."

It took a good fifteen minutes to get situated in the boat and row to shore. People stared at Jack and Anna silently as they made their way through the harbor. Jack rowed with his head held high and nodding at people he passed. Anna kept her head down hoping no one would recognize her.

They docked at one of the smaller docks. The same harbormaster that Jack had met with a year ago stood on there with a book in his hand and the same little boy tagging behind him.

"It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock, sir," the harbormaster said.

Jack pulled out three shillings and raised an eyebrow at him hoping he'd remember "Mr. Smith." The harbormaster nodded and wrote something down in his book quickly.

Jack walked on. His heart sunk slightly because the usual money pouch that belonged to the harbormaster wasn't sitting out like it normally was, but he didn't let it show. He kept walking, ignoring the stares of the people, his head still held high in confidence.

"Jack?" Anna whispered, jogging to keep up with his pace.

"Hmm?" he asked tilting his head slightly towards her.

"Do you know where we're going?" she asked.

"Of course I do! None other than Mr. Turner's lovely little blacksmith's shop," Jack said smiling.

Anna shook her head. She couldn't believe she was doing this, risking her life just so Jack could have some fun.

The blacksmith shop soon came into view after Jack had gotten Anna and himself lost in the many confusing street curves and alleys. Anna ended up leading him to the right spot. Jack rapped on the door as they approached it. The door opened to reveal a boy around fifteen years old. The boy's eyes widened at recognition of the pirate.

"Y…y…your Jack…" the boy began but was hushed by Jack.

"First of all, mate, it's Captain Jack Sparrow, and secondly, ye could get yerself killed by revealing a pirate in such a place. I could shoot ye now for attempting it, but it's not really the opportune moment for me to waste this shot," Jack lectured, making the boy nod in fear. "Now tell me, lad, where is Mr. Turner by any chance?"

The boy gulped and opened his mouth to speak. "He's at the governor's house," he squeaked.

Jack smiled. "Thanks very much, mate. Now don't tell anyone ye saw me, ye hear?"

The boy nodded with his eyes wide again. Jack turned and left, Anna following. Jack was laughing at the fear he put in the boy's eyes without even pulling out a weapon.

"Jack, that was mean. You scared the living daylights out of that poor boy," Anna said but laughed inwardly herself.

"But it worked," Jack smiled again.

They walked farther and saw the governor's mansion come into view, sitting on the top of a hill overlooking Port Royal. Guards surrounded the house. There was no way that Jack and Anna would ever make it past them.

"Jack…" Anna said worriedly.

"Would you get yerself some guts?" Jack said. "I've got it covered. Yer not going to get caught or get hanged or somethin' like that."

Jack looked to the side of the gated land owned by the governor. There was a small entrance to thegated landthat was guarded by a sleeping soldier, most likely the servant's entrance. 'Perfect,' he thought smiling and grabbed Anna's arm to pull her with him.

Anna struggled against Jack's grip but when she saw where he was headed, she smiled excitedly. They had easily slipped past the sleeping guard and into the small gate, leading them to the back of the house. They snuck quietly around the house to the front door.

"Will ye do the honors? I have a tendency to bring too much attention to myself," Jack said motioning towards the door.

Annarolled her eyesand knocked on the door. The two looked back at the guards at the main gate, finding them talking about matters other than their job of making sure nobody trespassed.

The front door suddenly opened to reveal a butler standing on the other side. He looked down his nose at the visitors and his eyes widened upon realizing who they were.

"Uh…can I help you?" the butler asked.

Jack smiled. "Would you tell Mr. Turner he has some visitors?" he asked politely, surprising Anna.

"Uh…of course, sir," the butler said and opened the door wider to let the two unexpected visitors in. He walked away to a sitting room where he knew Mr. Turner would be.

The governor, Elizabeth and Will sat in the sitting room drinking tea and discussing some last minute wedding plans. Will was dazing off into a different world until the butler came in, interrupting the conversation.

"Excuse me for the interruption, my lord."

The governor nodded in forgiveness.

"Mr. Turner, you have some visitors," the butler said.

Will looked at him with an eyebrow raised. He stood up and followed him to the foyer of the mansion where he suddenly stopped in his footsteps at the sight before him. The infamous Jack Sparrow smiled widely at him and a woman looking down at her feet and breathing nervously stood behind him. Her long blonde hair covered half her face.

"Will! Good to see ye again!" Jack said exaggeratingly.

"Hello, Jack," Will said at a loss of words.

Anna looked up from her feet and smiled lightly at Will, her heart beating madly in her chest.

"Hi Will," Anna said quietly.

Will's eyes brightened and he smiled, realizing the woman was Anna.

"Anna, it's you," Will said without even thinking, still smiling. "I didn't recognize you. You're hair's longer."

His smile faded as Anna looked away again and played with her fingers nervously. She nodded and looked up again with a little more courage and smiled. "I let it grow."

There was an awkward silence. Jack was too busy examining his fingernails to break the silence with an insane remark like he always does.

"So…how is…um…life?" Anna asked trying to be friendly and not so awkward, but failing miserably.

"Uh, it's good," Will lied knowing full well that it wasn't good. He hated how everything was going and how boring it all was.

There was a small silence abruptly broken by Elizabeth who had just walked into the room, looking for Will.

"Will, how long will you be…Jack! Anna! What a nice surprise!" She exclaimed smiling brightly as her father practically ran to the room at the name "Jack."

The governor's eyes widened at the visitors and nearly fell over in shock and anger.

"What are you doing in my house!" the governor yelled. "Get…"

"Father," Elizabeth said glaring at him, "I think the maids need your approval on a new decorating job in the parlor."

The governor glared at Jack and Anna again and turned reluctantly to go to the parlor.

"I'm so sorry," Elizabeth apologized.

"Eh, don't worry about it, I get it all the time," Jack replied.

Elizabeth laughed knowing how true that statement was.

"So what brings you to Port Royal?"she asked.

Anna closed her eyes so she wouldn't roll them at the proper manners that Elizabeth was using. She had gotten used to the way sailors and pirates talked and the proper way to speak began to sound extremely obnoxious.

"Oh, well," Jack began as though he was telling a story, "we had just been around the world practically and thought it would be nice to drop in, since we are back in the Caribbean."

"Sounds like you had fun the last year," Will said just thinking about the havoc Jack wreaked around the world.

"So you didn't get the invitation, I presume," Elizabeth asked.

"Invitation?" Anna asked, her ears perking up at that word.

"To our wedding, of course!" Elizabeth said smiling wider than before, if it was even possible. "You're just in time for it."

Anna froze as fear invaded her body. Out of all the things she wanted to miss when away from Port Royal, this topped her list.

"When is it?" she managed to say weakly.

"Saturday," Will said quietly, seeing theuncomfortable lookin Anna's face. He knew she didn't want to be there.

"Wonderful!" Jack said excitedly. "Wha' kinds of drinks will ye be servin'?"

"Jack," Anna said tugging on his arm so he was facing her.

"Wha'?" he asked.

"We can't stay. The navy will be there. We'll get hanged," Anna said trying to leave as soon as possible.

"I'll make sure a pardon is granted so you may come without having to go to jail," Elizabeth said happily.

Jack smiled. "See? I told you ye had nothing to worry about," he said.

Anna sighed and looked up at Will who was holding Elizabeth's hand in his and caressing it lightly. She hated to watch but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Her heart beat so loud that her hearing was muffled because of it. She couldn't believe that after all this time, Will still had that effect on her. It seemed like she had just seen him yesterday, that she had never left Port Royal.

A/N: Okay, probably not as great as I wanted that chapter to be but it works. My thinking was a little limited because I have to write this paper in English that's taking up a lot of my thinking time. I know, I know, the title's kinda cliché, but it fits. Well hope you like it. Please review!