A/N: Hi all! Here's the first chapter of the sequel to "The Valley to a Pirate's Life"! To all of you who are just joining now, I highly recommend that you read that story first to get a good understanding of my OC Valencia Sparrow, but, of course, it's just a recommendation. And do all of you who have come back to experience the events of Dead Man's Chest through Valley's eyes, welcome back! Once again, thanks so much for continued support! I love you guys!

I hope you all enjoy the second installment of the Valley series! Here it is!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Valley and anything else you do not recognise from the Pirates of the Caribbean or Disney.

Chapter 1: Shiny

It was a dark, cloudy night off the coast of Turkey. The Black Pearl rocked carefully, the crew all below deck, save for Gibbs and myself.

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest," Gibbs drunkenly mumbled beside me in the dark as I take another swig from the near-empty bottle in my left hand. "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum." A thin sheet of fog surrounded the Pearl, leaving only the deck fully visible and casting a haze over the rest of the sea.

"Drink and the devil has done for the rest," we sang together. "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!" I handed the bottle to Gibbs, who lifted it to his lips as we laughed drunkenly on the empty deck of the Black Pearl sitting in the eerie darkness of the bay. On the land in the distance, a loud gong sound echoed over to the hidden ship. The abrupt noise caused a murder of crows to fly overhead as chilling screams arose from the prison on the land.

Gibbs and I watched the crows fly away and sat down in silence, taking the sounds of the gong and the distant screams as omens to quiet down. I looked out over the port side railing through the fog at the black water, waiting for Jack to appear.

Soon enough, my ingenious older brother came into view as he swam to the side of his ship. Gibbs hurriedly stumbled over to aid him.

"Jack! How do you fare on this fine day, dear brother?" I slurred and swung around holding the rope to my left as I took another swig from the bottle in my other hand.

"Stop giving her rum," I heard him grumble to Gibbs, who was then handed a skeleton leg as Jack climbed aboard.

Gibbs looked a little grossed out but call Jack out on his quirky behaviour, merely commenting, "Not quite according to plan."

Jack came into view as he spoke up. "Complications arose, ensued, were overcome," my brother replied, nodding his head to me as a silent message and heading towards the helm. Cotton appeared out of nowhere and was handed the skeleton leg by Gibbs.

I scampered after them drunkenly as Gibbs intently followed Jack, eager for answers to why we spontaneously stopped in this remote place. "You got what you went in for, then?" The hope for riches was thick in his voice.

He grunted in response and wiggled a piece of dirty, old cloth in his hand. Jack turned around and came face to face with the crew, who seemingly materialised at that very moment.

To be completely honest for once, I was disappointed in my brother. "Oh. Just a cloth. Nothing too exciting. Everybody! It's just a cloth! It's just a dirty old cloth! Isn't it great!" I announced before breaking down in a fit of giggles. Wow. Must still be new to rum. I guess six bottles would do that to a new-to-drinking drunk.

The crew, including Gibbs, were not as pleased as me, to say the least. "Ah... Captain, I think the crew - meaning me, as well - were expecting something a bit more... shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear-shaped, reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it."

"And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic." Some random I had never seen before just felt the need to add his two cents. I pulled the dagger out of my boot and began to carve into the wood of the rail. He looked at me slightly fearfully before edging away as I giggled hysterically.

"And the hurricane!" Mart added his two cents as well. A grumble of agreement echoed across the deck.

My giggling continued. "Oh yes, the hurricane! And what about being thrown out of that tavern in Tortuga?! What a scandal!" I motioned with the bottle in one hand and my dagger in the other, the crew having to dodge my vast drunken motioning.

The crew stared at me for a moment before Gibbs summarised their argument as if they were pleading in court. "All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating."

Jack pondered for a moment before replying. "Shiny?" He asked, looking at Gibbs questioningly.

"Aye, shiny," Gibbs replied.

Jack turned to look at the crew incredulously. "Is that how you're all feeling, then? Perhaps dear ol' Jack is not serving your best interests as Captain?" The crew turned to glance at each other silently.

I spoke up in support of my brother. "Not me!" Everyone turned to look at me for a moment before Jack shook his head and turned back to Gibbs.

Cotton's parrot decided to speak up since no one else would. "Awk, walk the plank." Cotton puts a hand over it's beak before it continue, at the same time that Jack spun around with his pistol and aimed it at the brightly coloured parrot.

"What did the bird say?!" He shouted angrily. My giggles erupted despite the situation and I attempted to cover them up with a coughing fit. He was gonna shoot a bird for dissing him! Ha!

The pirate with the two cents before spoke up again to defend the parrot. "Do not blame the bird. Show us, what is on that piece of cloth there," he said in attempt to calm the situation some.

Everyone looked pointedly at the roll of cloth in Jack's hand in anticipation, when suddenly Jack the undead monkey dropped down in front of Jack's face and let out a shrill screech. My brother then proceeded to shoot him, only to find that he had run out of bullets. The monkey dropped to the deck and snatched the cloth from Jack's hand before making a run for it.

Jack the monkey managed to run a bit before Jack the brother pulled Two-Cents' gun from his belt and shot the mischievous undead creature it. The monkey tumbled over its head onto the deck, dropped the cloth and scampered off to the other side of the ship.

"You know that don't do no good," Gibbs said to Jack, referring to the fact that the monkey had stolen a medallion from Isla de Muerta prior to stowing away on the Pearl.

Jack shrugged defiantly. "It does me." Marty ran over to where the monkey dropped the cloth and retrieved the dirty piece of material.

He unrolled the cloth and examined the stained face of it. "It's a key," he informed us.

"No! Much more better!" Jack exclaimed as he stalked over and snatched the cloth from Marty's grip. "It is a drawing of a key." He unfolded it and showed it to the crew, who came closer and stared at it in silence.

Jack blinked. "Gentlemen, what do keys do?" Silence.

"Keys... unlock things?" Two-Cents voiced his answer after a moment of deliberation.

Gibbs' face lit up in understanding. "And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!"

Jack opened his mouth and lifted his eyebrows as if he were about to agree. "No."

The expression on Gibbs' face morphed into one of confusion. Jack moved closer to Gibbs to explain. "We don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks." Gibbs nodded whilst frowning. Clearly what Jack was saying was only confusing him more. "So, what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it."

Gibbs took a second to catch up before replying. "So, we're going after this key!"

Jack frowned at his friend. "You're not making any sense at all." Gibbs looked even more baffled as Jack looked to the rest of the crew. "Any more questions?" Poor Gibbs still wasn't quite accustomed to my brother's way of thinking. Actually Jack was beginning to confuse me. That can't be good.

Marty spoke up from behind Jack. "So... Do we have a heading?"

"Ah! A heading." Jack retrieved his compass from his belt and opened it in front of him. "Set sail in a..." Jack pointed in the direction of the needle that apparently wasn't stopping. I crept closer to him and attempted to look over his shoulder. Unfortunately he was too tall and I was too short for that to be possible. "In a general... that way direction!"

It was clear in his voice and his actions that he did not, in fact, know what their heading was. "Captain?" And I wasn't the only one to notice.

Jack closed his compass and spun around. "Come on. Snap to and make sail, you know how this works. Oi, oi!" He shooed the pirates out of his way as he headed to his cabin, with me right behind him.

"Jack," I called from behind. He glanced at me over his shoulder before sprinting his cabin. I made off after him and made it just in time to stop him from slamming the doors in my face.

My insolent older brother growled at me and pushed my hands off of the doors, so I replied with a solid kick to his stomach and walked in, closing the doors behind me before turning to him.

"Why do you have to be so irritating?" He coughed as he held his stomach and stumbled over to his chair at the chart table.

I leaned on the door with my arms crossed, watching him for a moment before speaking. "What's going on, Jackie?" I almost whispered in concern.

Jack stared down at the charts on the table, pointedly avoiding my gaze. Pushing myself from the door I walked over to him and reached out to turn his head to look at me. Jack tried to pull away but my grip was steel.

Finally, he spoke, although I wouldn't heard him if I wasn't listening closely, he was so quiet.

"Nothing."

I growled at him in anger and stormed out of his cabin, retiring to my own next door, the abundance of rum I had drank no longer affecting me.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I am in the process of writing the third chapter, and the second chapter will be uploaded soon! Please favourite, follow and review!

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