A/N: Welcome to the sequel to Captain Krystal Robyn! After all the awesome reviews I got for the first, I had to let you guys in on the second. This takes place after the second movie, Dead Man's Chest. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: A Destiny for a Pirate

Captain Krystal Robyn stood on the bow of a long boat as it gliding through the bayou toward a shabby old shack. Her turquoise eyes scanned around at the people standing in the waist high water with candles in their hands and depressed expressions on their faces. Her pet lemur, Nemo, sat on her left shoulder and looked around at everything, curiously. Krystal saw another boat at the base of the shack she was heading for, and placed a hand on her sword.

John Stewart, her first mate, rowed the boat gently through the water. His wife, Jasmine, clutched to his arm and looked around the darkness, nervously. The boat stopped with a small bump to the other, almost making Krystal lose her footing. She walked through the empty boat and climbed onto the small balcony of the shack.

"Mr. Stewart," she whispered in a mild Spanish accent. "Mind the boat."

"Aye, Captain," he replied in a thick Irish accent.

The door to the shack stood open and Krystal heard voices inside, one in particular she knew right away.

"So tell me," the voice said. "What's become of my ship?"

"Barbossa!" she growled before standing in the doorway and stepped in to find a group of people crowded around the man she had heard speak.

"Tia Dalma!" she called, making the group turn to face her and she made a dead stop from marching in as she recognized all of them.

"Well, well, Krystal Robyn," Barbossa smiled with rotting teeth, his monkey sitting on his shoulder. "'Tis indeed a pleasure to see you again. It's been too long."

"Not long enough, if you ask me," Krystal retorted, stepping closer to the group.

"Krystal! What are you doing here?!" the young woman in front of her smiled, coming closer to her and throwing her arms around Krystal who only chuckled and hugged her back.

"I'd ask the same of you, Lizzy," Krystal smirked as they pulled away and Elizabeth looked at her older sister in sadness.

"Krystal—"

"I'm sure it's a fascinating story, but let me greet the rest of our friends, eh?" Krystal smiled, turning to the young man next to Elizabeth with a smile and shaking his hand. "William! Aren't you looking like a pirate!"

"Krystal, it's good to see you again but—"

"Lovely to see you too, son!" Krystal interrupted then turned to someone else. "Mr. Gibbs! How long has it been?!"

"Too long, Miss Robyn, and—"

"And who are these blokes?!" Krystal asked, turning to three other men.

"The man with the parrot is Mr. Cotton, but—"

"Ah, yes! I remember! The parrot talks! You were on the Pearl last time I was! Where's Marty?!" Krystal felt a tug on her vest and looked down to see an extremely short, bald man staring up at her. "There you are!"

"Miss Robyn—" Marty tried, but Krystal looked to Gibbs again.

"Speaking of the Black Pearl, where's Jack?" she asked, looking around at the group to see if he could be hiding. "If you're here, then so is he, eh?"

"You should listen to your friends, Krystal Robyn," the dark skinned woman standing next to Barbossa called and Krystal looked at her.

"Tia Dalma," she smiled. "I am listening."

"No, Krystal," Elizabeth argued softly, placing a hand on her shoulder and drawing her attention to the younger woman. "It's about Jack."

Krystal turned with a frown to her sister as her hand fell.

"What's wrong with Jack?" she asked then looked around at the others. "Is he hurt?"

No one answered, only stared at her, forlornly.

"Well, I'm listening now. Someone tell me!"

She turned to grip Elizabeth's arms, panic in her eyes and over her expression.

"What's wrong with Jack?!" Krystal snapped, staring at Elizabeth as she began to tear up and Krystal panicked even further.

"He's—" William choked making Krystal turn her attention to him and let go of Elizabeth. She approached him, as he choked, "He's gone—"

"Gone?!" Krystal snapped. "Gone where?! Tortuga?! Singapore?! Where?!"

"I'm sorry, Krystal," Barbossa broke in suddenly, making her turn her wide-eyed stare to him. "He's gone to Davy Jones' Locker."

Silence.

Krystal stared at Barbossa in disbelief, mouth agape, eyes wide, and tears welling up in them. She stood still for so long, the group had thought her soul had left her, leaving her a ghostly complexion. She felt her heart fall to her stomach and dig into her gut, making her feel sick as her mind reeled.

Davy Jones' Locker?! He can't be! It's impossible! Jack's one of the best pirates at cheating death! He can't be—! It's not possible!

"That…" Krystal finally shuddered. "That can't be—No. It's not—Jack is really…?" She was too shocked she couldn't finish her thoughts as her mind went spinning out of control as she turned back to Will and breathed, "How?"

"The Kraken," he replied in a sad, low voice. "Davy Jones sent the Kraken to take him and the Black Pearl. He had a debt to pay."

Krystal felt tears rapidly flowing down her face and suddenly doubled over with a loud shout as if she had been stabbed. Nemo leapt off of her shoulder as she sank to the floor and he scampered out the door.

"Krystal!" Elizabeth cried, kneeling down to her sister who was now on all fours on the floor as the rest of the group crowded around her, with the exception of Tia Dalma and Barbossa.

"No!" Krystal screamed, slamming her fist on the floor before beginning to into her hands as she rocked back and forth on her knees. "It's not possible! He can't be gone! He promised! He swore we would see each other again!"

"A bit dramatic," Barbossa muttered, disapprovingly.

"She in love with him," Tia Dalma said turning to him. "No man but Jack Sparrow has her heart. When it comes to him, she cannot hide her feelings from no one."

"Love?" Barbossa smirked. "Had no clue it was love between them."

"Don't worry, lass," Gibbs assured Krystal. "We're going to get him back! We're going to go to World's End!"

"Back away from her now!" John ordered from the doorway, sword drawn and the group jumped back from Krystal as she stopped sobbing with a gasp.

"Mr. Stewart, sheath your sword!" Krystal growled from her place on the floor, not turning to face him. "We're among more friends than enemies, here!"

"There will be a time for grieving later for you, Captain," Tia Dalma broke in, addressing Krystal who looked back up at her with shocked, bloodshot eyes. Tia Dalma set the tray she was holding on a shelf and strode toward Krystal who was still on the floor.

"Why not grieve now?!" Krystal demanded, but Tia Dalma ignored her question and grabbed her left wrist, pulling her to her feet by it. She pulled the pirate's sleeve down to reveal the back of her forearm. Just below her wrist was a tattoo of a dragon swallowing a serpent with Japanese characters lining the back of her wrist.

"What do the symbols say?" Tia Dalma asked, knowingly.

"Rebel," Krystal began. "Obey. Live. Die. Two opposites."

"It's time to face your destiny," Tia Dalma replied.

"You're big on destiny," William observed.

"My destiny was Jack!" Krystal snapped. "Now he's gone! I have nothing!"

"No, Krystal Robyn," Tia Dalma said, still gripping her wrist and pointing to the tattoo. "Your destiny is here. This mark shows your destiny."

"This 'mark' means nothing! It's only a picture that I like and my personality in symbols!"

"The dragon swallows the serpent and rules the waters. You are the dragon."

"And who, pray tell, is the serpent, if you know so much?!"

"Kan the Samurai."

Krystal's anger turned to dread and disbelief as her eyes shot wide.

"Kan?" she breathed as Tia Dalma let go of her wrist. "…the Samurai? Killer Kan? What's that sea-serp—? What's he got to do with me?!"

"That, I cannot tell you," Tia Dalma replied.

"Who's Kan the Samurai?" Elizabeth whispered to Gibbs.

"Killer Kan," Gibbs replied. "He's a merciless, cut-throat who got his name from killing anyone in his path, age making no difference, man or woman."

"Of course you can't tell me!" Krystal shouted, becoming frustrated. "You tell us only enough to risk our lives to find the answer to your riddles!"

"Why did you come?" Tia Dalma wondered, calmly.

"I wanted to find Jack! Why else would I have come here, your company?! Or your riddles that rack my brain?! But now that I have my answer I'll just take my ship and leave!"

Krystal turned to the door and walked toward John who only stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Krystal!" Elizabeth called, making her stop at the door before turning.

"Come to think of it," she smirked, turning to glare at Tia Dalma. "Just tell me where Davy Jones is and I'll kill the thing that killed Jack!"

"Krystal," Elizabeth called softly. "I need to speak to you."

Krystal looked to Elizabeth in evaluation. Noticing the guilt in her eyes, she let Elizabeth lead the way into a small room filled with strange knick-knacks everywhere.

"What's wrong, Lizzy?" Krystal sighed, tiredly, rubbing her eyes as she felt a headache coming on before folding her arms across her chest.

"Davy Jones didn't, exactly, kill Jack," Elizabeth began. "The Kraken had…help with taking down the Pearl." Krystal frowned at her in confusion, but Elizabeth continued, "Jack ordered us all off the Black Pearl and into the long boat. But when they were abandoning ship, Jack was shackled to the main mast."

Krystal stared at her sister in disbelief before marching toward her and gripping her arms, snarling, "Who?! Who shackled Jack to his death?!"

Elizabeth's eyes began to water again, and she cast her eyes down, muttering something and Krystal shook her into attention.

"What?!" she snapped.

"It was me," Elizabeth mumbled.

Krystal's eyes shot wide in absolute disbelief, but she had little time to react to her sister's confession before she heard a frightened scream outside. Krystal shoved Elizabeth out her way and ran to the balcony of the shack, drawing her sword.

"Jasmine!" John shouted.

Krystal looked to the water and saw two empty boats and John standing in the darkness…the mourners had gone.

"What happened?!" Krystal spat at John as he stood in the water.

He turned to her with a pale face and wide eyes filled with terror and panic as he shuddered, "Jasmine's been…taken."

A/N: Well, here it is! Man, Krystal can't catch a break, can she? ha ha! What you think? Reviews please!