A/N: The sequel is here! By the way, if you haven't read Seven Days is a Week and you want to read this, you might want to read that first, otherwise you won't get some parts of the story. Okay, POVs are going to be a lot different in this story. There will be three different ones, all in order: there will be the POV in this chapter first (no I'm not telling you who it is, it would ruin it),then Elizabeth, then Jack, who will be in first person because I feel like it. Well, read on, leave a kind review at the end!

DISCLAIMER: JACK SPARROW IS MINE! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!! ((lawyer raises large stick)) me: ((sigh)) Fine. I don't own it. Yet.

Chapter One

The middle of a desert, I found, was an incredibly hot place. I remembered one time, when - never mind. No I didn't. But now, sitting in the middle of one such place and shifting uncomfortably whenever my bare skin touched the coarse white sand, I found it even hotter than I had ever felt before. If I had ever felt. Too hot to wear my boots, but too hot not to. I settled for simply sitting, resting my feet on my boots to keep them from getting any more scorched than they already were. Though I didn't suppose it really mattered; after the first few days, I didn't bother shooing off the little crabs that made my feet bleed when they snapped at them, and had to content myself with wincing when the crabs hit a spot that had already been cut.

Occasionally I would clean the cuts out with a piece of my shirt. Why I did it was beyond me. If I had already died, how could I die again? Not possible. No, not probable, I reminded myself. I smiled faintly, then snarled at a particularly miniscule crab as it sidled towards my hand. It scuttled off to join its little friends.

Sighing, I kicked out at the little animals lazily. They retreated for a moment and then returned for more. The miniscule crab started towards my hand again. I waited, waited, and slammed my fist down on its shell with a nasty crackle. The crab gave a feeble wriggle and fell still. I plucked it from the sand with my thumb and forefinger, studying it without much interest. Then I prodded it with my tongue; a taste not unlike something rotten and slimy coated the roof of my mouth.

I crushed another one and ground it into the sand with one scorched heel. Then I asked myself the question I had been trying to get the answer to since I had been here: Who am I?

Ha ha. Good question. Glad you thought to ask.

"Well, so am I. Be nice to get an answer, though. No, no, you needn't be bothered. Just leave me here to ponder my own identity.

"I would tell you if I actually knew, but I don't.

"All right. If you insist.

"And I do."

This was what I had been reduced to. Arguing with myself about the same thing over and over again, always coming to the same conclusion. I sighed again. Why am I here?

A/N: There you have it. The first chapter. Leave a review; even constructive criticism is appreciated. As long as it is constructive. And I have enabled anonymous reviews, so now you have NO excuse! Haha! And yes, I know it was short, the chapters in this POV will usually be shorter.