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Chapter 1: A Plan Gone Wrong

I was sweating from head to toe. My arms ached and my breathing was labored. The sun blazed down on me, adding to the heat. It didn't help that I was wearing a black shirt. Twin cutlasses were grasped in each hand. Each one had an emerald engraved into the hilt.

My father, Hector Barbossa, was standing across from me. Even though it was probably eighty or ninety degrees outside he still wore his black coat over a red vest and to top it off a wide-brimmed, peacock feathered hat. I didn't know how he survived with all those layers. His icy blue eyes were narrowed in a glare.

Six months ago I believed my father to be dead. But shortly after the death of Jack Sparrow I saw him again, completely alive. He had been resurrected by a voodoo priestess named Tia Dalma. Now he was leading a voyage to Davy Jones' Locker to rescue said Jack Sparrow, who, in fact, was the one that killed him in the first place. Funny how things work out.

At the moment Dad, I started calling him that about five months ago, was giving me a sword lesson. He did this at least once every day for two or three hours. By the end of each one I was exhausted but he always looked fine. Not even a slight shortness of breath while I was gasping like I had ran a marathon. You'd think I would get used to it but every lesson was harder than the one before.

"Keep yer head up, Jason!" Dad called.

"My head is up! Give me a moment to breath!" I gasped. Dad didn't wait; he lunged at me. I barely had to time to block and parry. Usually, I would use one sword to block an attack while using the other to strike. Unfortunately, Dad was used to this so he new how to attack and then quickly block. He blocked my attack then slammed his elbow into my face. I stumble back, momentarily stunned.

"Oi! I wasn't ready!" I complained.

"Ya really think yer enemy won't attack just because yer not ready? You can't take a break in the middle of a battle." Dad retorted.

"This isn't a battle. It's practice."

*"How you practice is how you perform." I hated Dad's stupid sayings. Getting angry, I lunged at him. He blocked in time but stumbled back a step. Using the small opportunity, I stabbed at him. The sword stabbed nothing but air as he moved out of the way.

Dad swiped at my head, making me duck. An idea popped into my head. It was risky but if it worked than it would be worth it. I quickly looked at where Dad's sword was and stood up, crashing the hilt of my sword into Dad's hand. He held on to his weapon but was momentarily stunned. I turned and slammed my elbow into his face. That caused him to stumble back. Before he could recover I crossed my swords over his neck. A flick of the wrists and I could've decapitated him.

Dad stared at the swords at his neck with wide eyes. Not out of fear but surprise and confusion. His nose was bruised and blood dripped from it. "I win." I said. I was probably as stunned as Dad was. That was the first time I had beaten him and he had been training me for five months.

Everyone who had been watching fell silent. They were probably just as surprised as Dad and I were. No one beats Barbossa. Except for Jack, but that doesn't really count because it wasn't in a sword battle. Jack had shot him.

"You can lower yer swords now, Jason." Dad said. He didn't look confused anymore. Now it just looked like he was resisting punching me in the face. I almost laughed.

"Promise you won't attack me unexpectedly?" I asked with a smile.

"I intend to keep me honor, thanks."

"I think you lost it when I beat you." I lowered and sheathed my swords. Dad was glaring at me. I was the only one who could pull off insulting him like that.

"Nicely done, Jason." Will Turner said, walking up behind me and gave me a pat on the back. His shoulder-length brown hair was tied up behind him and his brown eyes were filled with pride. Will was the first person to teach me how to handle a sword. He was also one of my best friends.

"Thanks." I said, running a hand through my auburn colored hair. It had gotten longer over the past five months. It almost came down to my shoulders but it was still short enough to be considered short.

"That was brilliant." a wooden-eyed man, Ragetti, said. I could practically hear Dad roll his eyes. I shot him a smile. His eyes narrowed and he walked away.

Ragetti was sitting on a crate with his pot-bellied uncle Pintel. They were another two of my good friends. Even when I had first met Dad they were always nice to me when no one else was. Nice in their own way, that is.

A shriek sounded from above and a capuchin monkey landed on the deck. I crouched down. "Hello, Jackie." I said and tapped my shoulder. Lil'Jack ran to me and hopped onto my shoulder. Jack was technically Dad's "pet" but when he died I sort of adopted the monkey as my own.

"Alright, I want Gibbs, Turner, Swann, Tia Dalma, and Jason in my cabin now." Dad called. "We have a few items to discuss." he turned and walked towards the captain's quarters. Everyone that was called followed him. We all sat at a small table in the middle of the room. Dad sat at the head of table acting all high and mighty…with bloody nose. He was trying to wipe the blood off with his sleeve. I suppressed a laugh. Gibbs took a seat next to me. Will sat across from me next to his fiancée Elizabeth Swann.

"Tomorrow night we arrive in Singapore." Dad started. "Everyone knows their part?" everyone nodded. "Good. Turner, ya remember the location of the temple?"

"Yes." Will confirmed.

"Ye can't get caught, boy. Remember that." Dad warned him then looked at the rest of us. "There will be no mistakes. If anyone messes up we're done for. All of this will have been fer nothing. Understand?" everyone nodded again. "Any questions?"

"What if something doesn't go according to plan?" I asked.

Dad thought for a moment than said "Improvise. Anything else?" no one said anything. "Then go."

The next night…

Dad and I were waiting patiently on top of stone steps. Well, he was patient; I was fidgeting. Waiting was never really my strong point. I was constantly sheathing and unsheathing my knife. Dad kept glancing over at me but otherwise was ignorant of my actions. His nose had healed and looked normal again. Tia Dalma must've fixed it using her weird voodoo powers.

I looked up when I heard soft signing.

The bell has been raised from its watery grave

Hear its sepulchral tone

A call to all, pay head the squall

And turn your sails to home

I had been swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music. Dad was giving me a weird look. "What?" I asked in a whisper. He only shook his head and looked away.

Yo ho, haul together

Hoist the colors high

Heave ho…

Someone else interrupted the singing.

"…thieves and beggars. Never say we die." a masculine voice finished. Dad looked at me and nodded. I copied the motion. "Dangerous song to be singing. Particularly for a woman. Particularly a woman alone."

"What makes you think she's alone?" Dad asked as he walked down the steps. I was two steps behind him. My hand was on my knife. The scene laid out in front of me was Elizabeth facing three Asian men.

"You protect her?" one man asked. I could only assume he had some sort of authority. The other two stayed back with their hands on their swords.

Elizabeth drew a knife and held it to the 'leader's' throat. "And what makes you think I need protecting?" she asked.

"Yer master's expecting us. And an unexpected death'd cast a slight pall on our meeting." Dad said calmly, motioning for Elizabeth to lower her weapon. She complied but reluctantly and slowly.

I looked up at the walkway above us. Redcoats were marching over the stone bridge. "Soldier's!" I hissed. We all pressed up against the wall. The lead pirate indicated us to follow him and walked under the bridge. Dad made me go ahead of him. As of that moment, Gibbs and the others were on their way to do their part. If they didn't succeed and the meeting didn't go as planned…then Dad, Elizabeth and I would be screwed. Please don't mess up, Gibbs.

We walked for awhile then ended up in some sort of marketplace. Crowds of people were in the street or gathering around a shop. The 'leader' led us through the crowds while the other two brought up the rear.

"Have you heard anything from Will?" Elizabeth asked Dad.

"I trust young Turner to acquire the charts and you to remember your place in the presence of Captain Sao Feng." Dad answered. "You too, lad." he added, glancing at me.

"Is he that terrifying?" Elizabeth asked.

"He's a bit like meself, but absent of my merciful nature and sense of fair play."

I snorted. "That's a load of bull." Dad glared at me. "Shark." I added quickly.

"Sao Feng is the Pirate Lord of the South China Sea." Dad continued. "Like most pirates he has a temper. Don't say anything about our voyage or the charts. And don't say anything about Sparrow, either. In fact, it's best if you don't say anything at all, Jason Samuel." I frowned. I hated it when he used my middle name. It usually meant he was either pissed off or dead serious.

The man escorting us stopped in front of a round red door. He knocked and said something in a different language. It sounded like he said "hoy" or something. But it doesn't matter what he said because the door opened. "Well, that was easy." I muttered. Dad gave me a warning look.

The building we entered was a bath house. I could tell from the hot and steamy air. More men were waiting in the entrance. They made us stop and give up our weapons. Dad had warned me about this. My usual twin cutlasses were replaced with a poor substitute hanging at my hip. I gladly surrendered that along with my knife. Dad and Elizabeth also gave up their weapons. When we tried to continue forward the man held up his hand, an indication for us to stop. "You think that because she is a woman we would not suspect her of treachery?"

Dad glanced at Elizabeth then looked back at the pirate. "Well when you put it that way."

"Remove, please." Elizabeth glared at him but complied. She took off her jacket to reveal four pistols strapped to her vest. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. Elizabeth took off her vest and placed it on the table along with the rest of our weapons. She also took out a grenade and placed that on the table as well. Then she held up her finger and reached behind her with the other hand. The weapon she brought out was a large, club-like pistol. Dad and I glanced at each other, looked behind her to see where she was concealing the weapon, gave up and glanced at each other again. I was smiling, trying to hold in a fit of laughter. Elizabeth shrugged and smiled innocently.

She tried to move forward again but the man stopped her. "Remove…please." He said with an evil smile. Elizabeth looked down and back at him with a disgusted look on her face. Dad and I looked away as she "removed" her pants. My teenage boy instincts tried to take over making my head turn slightly but I managed to fight it and looked away again. Even so, I could feel my cheeks flush slightly.

Soon after, we were led through the bath house. Dad was walking in front of me and Elizabeth behind. The air was incredibly warm and stuffy. I could barely breathe because of all the steam. Baths lined the walls on either side. The men in the baths were weird. Some of them had barnacles growing on their faces. It reminded me of fish people.

"You okay, Jason?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm fine. Just some bad memories resurfacing." I answered. Six months ago Will and I had served on the Flying Dutchman, a ghost ship crewed by fish people and captained by Davy Jones. During that time I had gotten a nasty scar across my chest as punishment from the bosun. I shivered at the memory and kept walking, trying not to look at the barnacle men.

At last, we came to the end of the building. Standing on a platform with his back turned to us was Sao Feng. Two women, one on each side, were standing near him. The pirate lord slowly turned around to face us. He had a scarred bald head and a long beard. Dad bowed dramatically and gestured for Elizabeth and me to do the same. Elizabeth curtsied while I bowed slightly.

"Captain Barbossa, welcome to Singapore." Sao Feng greeted. We straightened and faced him. The captain sniffed a cloth hanging at his side and turned to one of the girls standing near him. "More steam." the girl nodded and pulled a cord. Steam arose through the cracks in the floor.

"I understand you have a…request to make me." Sao Feng started.

"More of a proposal, to put it." Dad said. "I've a venture underway and I find meself in need of a ship and a crew."

"Huh. That is an odd coincidence." Sao Feng said, scratching his head. His fingernails were painted black and unusually long.

"Because you happen to have a ship and a crew you don't need?" Elizabeth asked hopefully, peering from behind Dad.

"No. Because earlier today, not far from here, a thief broke into my uncle's most revered temple and tried to make off with these." Sao Feng grabbed a bamboo scroll from one of his crew. "The Navigational Charts." Dad, Elizabeth and I all shared a worried look. "The route to the farthest gate." he tossed them to the man that led us into the bath house.

"Wouldn't it be remarkable if this venture of yours took you to the world beyond this one?" the captain asked, getting closer to Dad.

"It would strain credulity at that." Dad answered.

Sao Feng nodded to some men standing by a bath. They lifted a tied up Will Turner out of the water. His hands were tied to a wooden pole. He was coughing and sputtering up water, trying to catch a breath. How long was he under there?

"This is the thief." Sao Feng walked over to Will. "Does his face look familiar?" we all shook our heads. Sao Feng drew a sharp piece of wood from his belt. "Then I guess he has no further need of it." the captain grabbed Will's hair and stabbed his throat.

Elizabeth gasped and I tried to step forward but Dad held me back. Sao Feng looked back at us, his knife was at Will's neck but it wasn't imbedded in it. It was a bluff. The pirate lord sheathed his knife and walked away from the unharmed Will. I thought I saw Dad roll his eyes.

"You come into my city; betray my hospitality." Sao Feng accused.

"Sao Feng, I assure you, I have no idea…" Dad started.

"That he would get caught!" Sao Feng shouted. Dad stared blankly at him. Feng slowly walked back to his platform. "You attempt a voyage to Davy Jones' Locker. But I cannot help but wonder…why." he turned around to face us again.

Dad hesitated for a moment then threw Feng a coin. The captain caught it expertly and held it to his ear. His expression turned from anger to confusion. "The song has been sung." Dad said. "The time is upon us. We must convene the Brethren Court. As one of the nine pirate lords you must answer the call." Sao Feng clenched his fist.

"More steam." he said. The girl pulled the cord. Nothing happened. "More steam!" Feng shouted angrily. She tried again and this time steam filled the air.

"There is a price on all our heads." Feng said, walking around. "It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit anymore is by betraying other pirates." the captain glared at Will when he said that.

"We must put our differences aside. The first Brethren Court gave us the rule of the sea. Now that rule is being challenged by Lord Cutler Becket." Dad said.

"Against the East India Trading Company what value is the Brethren Court? What can any of us do?" Feng argued

"Well, you could always get off your lazy ass and fight." I put in, crossing my arms. Dad gave me a sharp warning look. I did my best to ignore it and continued. "You're Sao Feng the pirate lord of Singapore and the South China Sea, correct? You're supposed to be one of the most formidable pirates in the world. That's what a pirate lord is. And yet the redcoats are walking around Singapore like they own the place. What did you do when the East India Trading Company took over? Sit back and watch as they kicked the door in?" Sao Feng was glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill I would be dead.

Sao Feng took two steps toward me, making Dad step in front of me. "My apologies, Sao Feng." he said quickly. "Don't take the boy's words to heart. He's still learning."

"But he's right." Elizabeth said. We all looked at her. She took a step towards Sao Feng. "You command in an age of piracy where bold captains sail free waters. Where waves are measured not in feet but in increments of fear, and those who past the test become legend. Would you have that era come to an end on your watch? The most notorious pirates from around the world are uniting against our enemy and yet you sit here cowering in your bath water!"

No one said anything for a few minutes. I looked up at Dad. "Oh, so you discipline me but not her?" I said in a quiet whisper.

"Shut up, Jason." he whispered back.

Sao Feng walked up to Elizabeth and began circling her. "Elizabeth Swann. There is more to you than meets the eye, isn't there. And the eye does not go wanting." Creeper. "Although, I cannot help but notice," Sao Feng walked back to his platform and pointed an accusing finger at Dad. "You have failed to answer my question. What is it you seek in Davy Jones' Locker?"

"Jack Sparrow." Will said. The girls standing near Sao Feng started giggling. "He's one of the pirate lords."

Sao Feng looked about ready to tear someone's head off. "The only reason I would want Jack Sparrow returned from the land of the dead is so I could send him back myself!" he angrily kicked and broke a small table.

Dad walked up to him. "Jack Sparrow holds one of the nine pieces of eight. He failed to pass it along to another before he died so we must get him back."

Sao Feng looked thoughtful for a few moments. "So you admit you have deceived me." Dad gave him a confused look. "Weapons!" Sao Feng ordered, drawing his sword. All around us men were standing up and drawing their swords and other possibly fatal objects.

"Fils de pute." I cursed.

I'm back! I'm not dead! Really sorry about the super long wait. I haven't been exactly motivated to write recently but I promise I will get back in the game! Thanks to everyone who has been patiently waiting for me to write this. Again, I'm really sorry.

*A quote my choir teacher once said. I thought I would use it.