This is my first PotC fanfic, so if you do flame, please do it for the right reasons, and not just to flame. So, yes I'm encouraging you to review. This is totally not what I think is gonna happen in the third one, I'm just having fun. Oh yeah, I don't own anything, blah blah blah, don't sue me.

CHAPTER 1

"So tell me, what has become of my ship?" He took a bite of a green apple, finally enjoying the taste, the feel.

Will stepped back a few feet. "You're dead."

Barbossa laughed, "Was dead. Was being the operative word there, Turner. But now, I am very much alive." He took another bite of his apple before raising his arm to let Jack—the monkey Jack, not the man—grab it. Jack took a few tiny bites. He then dropped in back into the hands of Barbossa, who took another big bite. The rest of the crew grimaced slightly at the sight.

"Him," Elizabeth said, breaking the silence. "He's going to get Jack back, the same man who formed a mutiny, and marooned him on a island. Twice."

"Beggers can't be choosers, miss. Besides, he seemed to have a fine time getting off the island." He smiled looking directly at Elizabeth. "Twice."

Elizabeth sat back down on the desk where she had been, folding her arms across her chest.

Will walked towards Tia Dalma. "How do you expect us to go along with this?" He glanced over a Barbossa, who was again eating the apple. "How do you expect us to trust him?"

"Did ya not say you would travel to da ends of da eart?" Tia walked closer to Will.

Will dropped his head down. "Aye."

Tia nodded. "So ya did. So what are you whining about?" Will was silent.

"And what are we waiting for? Have we got a ship, Tia?" Tia pointed towards the ocean, and the crew, followed by Barbosaa, started to walk out.

"Wait!" Tia yelled before they could leave.

Barbossa rolled his before slowly turning to face the mystic woman. "What?" he asked unenthusiastically.

"You will need to find a girl, and bring her along. She will help you to find Jack—"

"We already know where Jack is," Elizabeth said, interrupting Tia Dalma. "We just need to know how to get him out of there."

Tia stuck her pointer finger out at Elizabeth shaking it up and down. "She will help you to find Jack Sparrow."

"And where might she be?" Barbossa asked as unenthusiastically as before.

Tia smiled. "Tortuga."

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As the crew got close to Tortuga Will walked up to Barbossa at the helm. "What did Tia say her name was?"

Babossa rolled his eyes, looking at the open sea. "Azalea"

"Well you can't just expect me to effortlessly remember it. You have to admit, it's a bit strange."

Again Barbossa rolled his eyes as he got ready to port. He barked orders to the rest of the crew, and almost as soon as he left the dock he found who he was looking for. Tia had only given a brief description of the girl, but it was enough. She had to be the only woman in Tortuga who wasn't wearing a big, bulbous dress. She was wearing pants that only went down to her ankles, and looked like they were filled with air. They were brown, but on the verge of looking black from all of the mud. She had an oversized white button-up shirt, and yes, she had a big hat. She had long blonde hair that looked surprisingly clean and brushed compared to the rest of her. Her blue eyes were piercing, and if you looked for too long you could drown in the color. Plus she seemed to be the only one not basking in the festivities. She was sitting quietly on a bench, and wouldn't flinch when bottles of rum hit the wall next to her, or someone was thrown past her.

Barbossa approached her. "Azalea?"

She seemed unmoved as the spaced closed in between them. She raised her eyebrows, which he took as a yes.

"Tia has informed us," he looked in the direction of his crew, "You may be able to help us find someone."

Azalea looked at his wardrobe before smiling. "You're pirates?" She glanced at the crew and glanced back. With no answer from him she stood up. "Well, lets go." She walked towards the ship not knowing if the nameless man was following, and not entirely caring. It wasn't until she reached the dock could she hear him following. Once she boarded she turned to face him. "So, who are we looking for? Oh, and who are you?"

"Captain Barbossa, and this be my crew." He waved his arms at the rest of the people.

Elizabeth walked up to him. "I don't, nor will I ever belong to you."

"Ahh, miss Swann, so nice to see you. You can leave now, go over there." She glared at him, but he just waved his hand. "Shoo."

As Elizabeth walked away, Azalea smiled at her new Captain. "She seems nice. So, do I get to know who I'm finding?"

"Jack Sparrow."

"The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow?"

"Sure, I suppose you could call him that too. Mr. Gibbs!" He shouted in no general direction. A man came running up to the Captain. Barbossa turned back to the young girl. "Mr. Gibbs and I are going to restock. Why don't ye meet the rest of the crew?" Without an answer he left the ship along with Mr. Gibbs.

Azalea made her way to the lower deck where she found what she assumed was the crew. A tall skinny man jumped up to greet her.

"Nice to meet ya, miss. I'm Ragetti."

A shorter squat man pushed him aside. "She doesn't want to talk to you," he said in a harsh voice. His voice softened when he turned to her. "I'm Pintel."

"…Hi." She turned to the three others seeing Miss Swann was one of them. She was the first of the three to talk.

"Elizabeth," she said putting a hand on her own chest. "This is Will," she pointed to a younger man, "and Cotton," and an older one.

Azalea smiled at them. She waited for them to say something but they didn't. "I'm Azalea."

"We know," Will said quickly.

"OK, just making sure…bye." She walked back to the top deck waiting for Gibbs and Barbossa to return. When they did she got up to meet them. "Can we go?"

"What're you in such a hurry for, miss?" Barbossa asked popping the cap off of his rum.

"The sooner we start, the sooner we finish."

"It's not as simple as that."

She leaned in close to him. "I intend to make it." She took the rim from his hand and took a swig. She gave Jack a quick scratch on the chin before walking off, no direction in mind. Even so, she wound up in the captain's quarters. She found the extensive maps on the big oak desk, and couldn't help but run her fingers along the boundaries on the maps.

"Exploring the ship, Aye?"

The deep voice made her jump. She wondered how long he's been standing there. Long enough, no doubt.

"Have a thing for maps, huh?"

She smiled. "I don't know. Have a thing for monkeys?" Jack let out a small shriek before jumping off Barbossa's shoulder and on to Azalea's? "Hmm, he likes me." He grabbed the rum and ran back to Barbossa.

"No. Thank you Jack."

She glared at the monkey. "Fine, I don't like him either." She walked up to Barbossa, leaning even closer this time. "I suggest you get him a leash." She snatched the rum, and walked away from the shrieking monkey.

As she reached the helm she saw Will and Elizabeth talking.

"Um, excuse me, but aren't you supposed to be finding Jack?"

She looked away from Will and towards the ocean. She bit the nails on one hand and with the other pointed towards the Captains quarters. "He's with Barbossa."

"What?" Elizabeth asked, looking dumbstruck.

Will shook his head. "No, Jack the man you're supposed to find, not the monkey."

Azalea slowly turned her head with her thumbnail in her mouth. "Oh, yeah. What does he look like?"

Elizabeth laughed. "What, are you going to put up missing posters or something? God, every obstacle possible, and we get it on our ship."

"Look, I don't know much about what's going on, but I'm guessing that this isn't either of yours ship, and I'm guessing without Barbossa you'd be pretty lost, same without me. And finally, I'm guessing you didn't do much to stop whatever happened to Jack."

Elizabeth bit her lip and walked to the nearest steps to sit down.

Azalea turned to Will. "What does he look like?"

"Um…well he has black hair. It's long, and it has random things sticking out of it. And he's got this red headband…and a hat. Then he has, like a million layers of clothes, and necklaces, and jewelry. Pirate stuff."

"Hmm, very descriptive. Anyway, I think that's enough. OK, now…quiet."

A second after she said that Barbossa approached the helm. He shoved will aside and just used it to lean against. "How's it going, any progress? Or are you scum buckets just lazing about?" Will and Elizabeth quickly walked to the posts they were supposed to be at. Azalea was again unmoved.

"Shut up. Sit, I need to concentrate." Barbossa rolled his eyes and sat down on the steps where she had planted herself. She closed her eyes and put her head in her hand. Again, Barbossa rolled his eyes. Subconsciously he was beginning to wonder if he was doing that too much. Before he could put much thought in the matter, Azalea spoke. "The Kraken?" She opened her eyes and faced him. She smiled, "Davy Jones? That's who we're dealing with?"

"Aye."

"Do we know where the heart is?"

He smiled. "The rest of them seem to thing Davy Jones has it back."

"Ha, I doubt that." She closed her eyes, and before long let out a short laugh. "No heart. He has the chest, but he has no heart." She let out a longer laugh. "He looked like he was gonna cry. Ha, I love when seemingly evil creatures cry." Barbossa gave her a cross look. "Okay." She closed her eyes. It took longer again, but when she opened her eyes, she seemed sure enough. "James Norrington." Barbossa gave her another look, not sure why she had a small smile on her face. "And old friend, really. I'll get the heart."

Will and Elizabeth appeared from out of nowhere, obviously they'd been listening in. "How will that help?" Elizabeth asked, practically screaming at her. "He's inside the Kraken, he's probably dead."

"You really are a morbid thinker." Azalea smiled, seeing no one else was. "Look, if we control the heart, we control Davy Jones and the Kraken. I know you have no faith in me, but that's your fault. He's not dead, but if we wait too long he will be. And that's gonna be a bit trickier."

"Where can we find James Norrington?"

"Port Royale."

Elizabeth was still for a moment, but then began barking orders at the crew. Will walked away behind her, leaving Barbossa and Azalea alone.

"She wants jack," he said elongating the A's, making Elizabeth's feelings for Jack sound even more forbidden.

"But I thought she and Will—"

"They are."

She faced Barbossa and smiled. "This is gonna be fun."

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Once they got close enough to Port Royale they sent Azalea on a short boat. She saw James Norrington before she left the boat, and ran up to him.

"Hello James. Jim. Jimmy."

He rolled his eyes, "Commodore."

"Again? Nice. Well, that was great catching up. You have something I want."

"I don't have it."

"Ah, but you don't know what it is yet."

"The heart? Davy Jones' heart? Yes, I gave it away." He adjusted his wig. "Part of the deal. A barter, if you will."

"OK, so who has it?"

He smiled inwardly, "Like I'm going to tell you."

He began to walk away, but Azalea caught up and ran in front of him. "Who has it?" She stared directly at him, right in his eyes.

He looked away first, and she knew she had won. "Lord Cutler Beckett. He has it, and he won't be so quick to give it away."

"OK, so you have to help."

"I have to do nothing of the sort."

She came up with a lie quickly and put on her best vulnerable face. "Look, there is a ship full of angry people over there, and if I don't come back with Davy Jones' heart…they'll kill me." Using all her energy she got a stray tear to fall down her cheek. She knew he was a softie, especially to her.

"I'm not giving up my title."

"You don't have to, you just have to…distract him. And take off that stupid wig." She grabbed it off his head and threw it in the water. He made the strangle gesture, and shook his hands. Azalea just smiled and took his hand. Soon he realized he was taking her to one of his ships. He stopped her.

"You plan for us to…" He dropped his voice down just below a whisper. "You plan for us to plot against Lord Beckett in his own ship?"

"Ah, in your quarters." She took his hand again and kept walking. As the reached the ideal ship, the watchman stood up straight.

"Commodore." He looked down at the young woman (looking rather untidy) holding his hand. "Um…miss." He gave her a nod and stepped aside fore them.

Realizing what the watchman must think, the commodore turned around and slightly shook his head. He turned back around when his arm was tugged harder.

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Barbossa stared through his looking glass as Azalea pulled the commodore inside a ship. Once they disappeared inside Barbossa shut the telescope, anger boiling in his head. All of the sudden he felt very defensive of her, and he couldn't tell why. He just knew that if the Commodore touched her, he'd pay.

Ohhhhh, what's gonna happen next. I know you're all wondering, right? Well, I live on reviews, and if I don't get enough I could have heart failure. Toodles.