This is my sequel to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. Just pointing out that I don't own any of the characters of Pirates of the Caribbean; they belong to Disney, Jerry Bruckheimer etc.

The Chapters are extremely short in the beginning (hence why I have squashed 3 onto one page) but they will get longer as time progresses. Reason being is that I'm trying to keep most of the characters in the story, even though they are in different places different times.

Also; some points;

1. Pintel and Ragetti are the two idiot pirates who stick together throughout the Pirates Trilogy. Ragetti has a wooden eye (well, not anymore since Barbossa burnt it wiht the other 9 pieces of 8 but o-well) and Pintel is that fatter one who accompanies him. Just letting u know so you don't get confused - they hardly mention their names in the movies

2. The Aqua de Vida is shown on the map the end of World's end and is also known as the 'Fountain of Youth' which Barbossa is looking for. I'm not sure if i got the spelling right, but I think Aqua de Vida is 'Fountain of Youth' in spanish...?? correct me if I'm wrong.

3. Please review!! I love reading them and will try and apply your comments to improve my story

so without further adieu, have fun reading !!

Aqua de Vida (a.k.a Fountain of Youth)

Chapter 1; Mrs Turner is lost

She looked out beyond the horizon as her silent tears reflected the last glow of sunset. Marriage was meant to be a bond, not a burden that would hold your heart captive for 10 years. Even though her husband had been the one who had to carve out his heart, she felt as though her own had been lost as well.

But then she remembered the heart in the chest.

"It's always belonged to you; will you take care of it?" he had said.

"Yes," she had replied before they endured their last kiss.

Would she ever see him again? Or would the raging seas consume him in body and soul…she could not tell. But his heart would always belong to her and she would take good care of it; for eternity.

And so Miss Elizabeth Swann was no longer – but Elizabeth Turner would remain… to keep a weather eye on the horizon until the Captain of the Flying Dutchman returned… to spend his one day on land with the one person he loved and had missed for so long…

Chapter 2; The Aqua de Vida (Fountain of Youth)

The children watched as the man tied up his dinghy to the small wharf and walked over to the village.

"Look at his tiny boat!" cried one of them as they all squealed with laughter. The man heard their laughter and turned around abruptly to look at the children and give them a death stare.

"That should shut their blubbery little mouths up" the man thought as he continued on his way to the village. As he came close to the small houses, one of the men working in a field came over to him. His eyes appraised the newcomer, scanning every bit of weathered clothing to the P burned onto the skin of his right hand and the strange ornaments tied to his long dreadlocked hair.

"Ah, if it isn't Jack Sparrow," the field-worker smirked, 'You've come to barter another trip off me have yer?"

Jack smiled as he remembered the time Barbossa mutinied and left him on a small island, only inhabited by the field-worker who visited the island occasionally to leave his precious rum supply there. The fieldworker (whose name was Geoffrey) had helped him get off the island, much to Barbossa's dismay.

"Geoffrey my good man," Jack began, "I am not bartering a trip off you, however, wish to barter something off you that would be barteringly good bartering for a barterer like you."

Geoffrey looked slightly confused, but Jack continued on his baffling little speech.

"It would seem, Geoffrey, that you are a knowledgeable man." Jack said as he momentarily looked about Geoffrey's clothing for any jewellery he could sneak away with him, "But – being a knowledgeable man – I imagine you know a little something about these waters and what makes them so unusual."

Jack smiled at the stunned man who looked at the ground, thinking about what to say.

"The Aqua de Viva," whispered Geoffrey, nervously twisting the corner of his shirt. He knew of those cursed waters beyond the island's mountains but had never heard of one who had succeeded in finding them or who had survived to tell the tale.

"Jack, would I be correct in saying that you would like to go on a little…shall we say…adventure to try and find the Fountain of Youth?"

Jack smiled slyly and looked out towards the mountains.

"So Geoffrey, what valuable information may I barter from you?"

Chapter 3; Aboard the Black Pearl

Barbossa took the wheel as the sea turned black and the waves became wild.

"Captain Barbossa, would it not be a fine idea to turn back now that the weather has turned on us?" rasped Gibbs as he and the rest of the crew desperately heaved at the ropes trying to keep the sails upright as the waves crashed against the ship.

"Have yer not noticed Master Gibbs," yelled Barbossa, "The only time a pirate ever finds what he's looking for is when he actually looks for it and doesn't go all wussy at the first sign of a bad cloud."

"Aye Captain," added Ragetti as the wind blew his eye patch off his face, "but in terms of bad clouds, there seems to be several. Doesn't that mean that we can turn back ... in accordance with the cloud rule?"

Barbossa ignored the wails and complaints of his crew and sailed the pearl right into the eye of the storm. Giving up now was not an option – if they stopped, they might loose all hope of finding Jack Sparrow.

"Barbossa – turn this ship around now!" screeched Pintel as a huge wave crashed on top of him. The ship's sails were soaking wet and the wooden floorboards were under water.

Barbossa swerved around, grabbing Pintel by the scruff of his shirt and looked him hard in the eyes.

"WHO is the captain of this ship?" Barbossa growled.

Pintel whimpered and tried to look down away from Barbossa, but it only made him clutch Pintel's neck harder, demanding an answer from him.

"You are the captain of the Black Pearl, Sir" Pintel whispered, leaning away from him as he prepared himself for the next blow.

Barbossa opened his mouth to yell at him again, but another huge wave hit the hull of the ship, knocking both him and everyone else on the ship onto the ground.

"MAN THE SHIP," Barbossa ordered, "I don't plan on dyin' today and neither be you. The Aqua De Vida is near, I can feel it in me bones."

One of the crewmen fell from the height of the sails next to Barbossa. He groaned, sobbed and tried to clamber up Barbossa's leg crying out "MOMMY, MOMMY!"

Barbossa kicked him away, cussing as he realised that the small distraction had made him loose concentration of where he was steering the ship.

"YOU CURSED SEAWEED-FACE!" Barbossa yelled at the waves, "WHAT HARM DID WE BRING TO YOU! BE GONE WITH YOUR WATERY CURSES AND LET US PASS!"

"Oh, but you did bring harm to me. From the heart of the earth you brought me pain beyond all pain!" It was a loud, woman's voice, so frightening, but so familiar at the same time, "You locked me in single form. The pirates of the earth locked me in a human body, to struggle! And now I will lock you – to struggle!"

It was suddenly clear whose voice it was. Thick with a Jamaican accent, it rung with the fiery anger and hatred of the one woman Barbossa had hoped to never encounter again.

Barbossa looked to the sky and murmured one name; "Calypso."