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Pirates of the Caribbean: Fountain of Youth

Chapter 1

Captain Jack Sparrow sat at one of the many taverns in Tortuga, sipping rum that tasted incredibly bitter, but he drank in nonetheless. Some sloshed out of the cup when he slammed in down onto the bar. Why am I still here, he thought, propping his head up on his palm. Oh, that's right, I don't have a bloody ship! He snorted, looking over at Gibbs, whom he had finally let have a glimpse at the map. Gibbs looked rather silly, sliding around the different parts of the map, although they never quite fit together to make an accurate diagram. Jack looked around at the rest of the bar. Men and women, fighting, laughing, singing, dancing, drinking. Ah, Tortuga, he smirked.

Suddenly, he was approached by two familiar, aged faces, interrupting his thoughts.

"Just the captain we've been looking for," Pintel sneered, using extra emphasis on the word captain, almost making fun of the term.

"Barbossa is outside." He grumbled, his right hand tightly clutching his sword threateningly, although he didn't really know why. Ragetti stood behind him, slouching unenthusiastically.

"Good for him! Ask him if he would like an award?" Jack said sarcastically. Pintel only rolled his eyes as Gibbs looked over at them uneasily. Jack hesitated, then stumbled to his feet, regaining his balance. He signaled for Gibbs to follow.

Outside Barbossa was waiting with an arrogant, impatient look on his face. Cotton, Marty, and a few other miscellaneous crewmembers that Jack barely recognized stood by him, looking nervous.

"Ah, Hector, when was the last time I seen ye? You've aged," Jack smirked. Barbossa grinned back mockingly.

"Jack... how can I say this?" He looked off into space, faking thoughtfulness. Jack looked in the same direction he was looking, shifting his entire body so he could stare off thoughtlessly into the same space. Barbossa turned to look at Jack, "I be needin' that map of yours, I assume you still have it-"

"Of course I still have it! But what makes ye think I'll just hand it over?" Jack wondered if Barbossa had spent the last few years looking for him or the Fountain of Youth. He began to examine the rings on his fingers, then started counting. He had counted six when Barbossa again interrupted his thoughts.

"Well, seeing that you've spent the last, what, nine years? Yes, that's about right. Seeing as ye've spent these previous nine years drinking rum and whatnot on this scrawny port of Tortuga, I figure you have nothing better to do than bargain a bit with me. What's say you hand over the map, and I'll let ye onto my ship." Of course Barbossa did not intend to let Jack reside in his ship for more than a few minutes. Once they were out into open water, he hoped to perhaps shoot him, toss him overboard, and be done with it.

"My ship," Jack corrected, "Unless you've recently commandeered another other than the Black Pearl." He snorted. "Where are ye going, again?" Jack inquired, mindlessly resuming his ring count.

"Fountain of Youth. Immortality?" Barbossa said tiredly.

"Ah, yes. Well I suppose Mr. Gibbs and I will join you then." Jack said, sounding as if he may die of boredom, although he was actually glad Barbossa had finally shown up. His last attempt at getting to the Fountain hadn't turned out so well. Mr. Gibbs coughed a bit, then looked hesitantly at Jack and Barbossa, and finally nodded, realizing he had no say in the matter.

"Right, so it's agreed. We'll be leaving in next to no time, so pack ye're belongings, that is, if ye have any, and if you're not at the dock within the hour, we'll most certainly leave without ye." Barbossa threatened. Jack knew he would do no such thing. Where would he go without the map, thought Jack.

"Aye," Jack said. Barbossa turned to leave when Jack shouted, "wait," Barbossa gave a quiet groan, then he turned back to Jack, "I have some conditions." Jack smirked. Why did I say that, he thought, I have no conditions, immortality is enough for me. Then, conditions came to him.

"I shall not be treated like another crewmember. I shall be treated as... captain!" Jack bellowed. Barbossa snorted.

"I'm captain." Barbossa said.

"Ye act as if you're captain, although we all know whom the real captain is." Jack said with a glare. They stood in silence for a few moments, looking fiercely at one another. Others walked by, shooting questioning glances towards the arguing men.

"Co-captain." Barbossa hissed.

"There is no such thing." Jack snapped. There was a pause.

"...Commodore?" Barbossa inquired with a grin. Jack pondered it for awhile, then he shrugged.

"Captain," he said, "I shall settle for nothing less." He sneered. Barbossa sighed. The crew's heads turned from Jack to Barbossa, listening to each side of the argument.

"Fine, captain. But I be captain, as well" He sighed, as if this was a huge agreement, which it was to him.

"Fine. Fair enough. Oh, and one more thing," Jack grinned as Barbossa grimaced, "I think... Lizzie should come with us." Barbossa looked at him as if he had just proposed they go without rum all the way through the entire journey.

"... Lizzie?"

"Yes, Lizzie. Elizabeth? Former Miss Swann, whom is now Mrs. Turner." Jack said, somewhat impatiently. He had made this request just for the sake of having a condition. Plus, he realized he did miss her a bit, and exasperating Barbossa was an additional benefit.

"Do ye even know where she is?" Barbossa asked, rolling his eyes.

"Port Royal." Jack stated certainly, although this was only a guess. He then began thinking that perhaps bringing her wasn't such a good idea. She just seemed to be enveloped in trouble in despair all the time. Or maybe that was just when she was around him. Or maybe it seemed that way since she had killed him. Now he was regretting deciding she should come, but he didn't dare say never mind, for Barbossa would pester him even more excessively.

"... So ye do understand she's... married." Barbossa simpered.

"Unfortunately," Jack muttered, "But what else has she got to do?" He paused, realizing another perk of her company, "And if all else fails, we'll have some leverage to bargain with. The heart. She'd never leave it, and it could be of great value to us in the near future."

Barbossa only stared at him for a few seconds, but then gave up.

"Fine, I be needin' some miscellaneous provisions and may as well get 'em from Port Royal. But no more conditions," Jack was about to protest, but decided he had pushed his limits far enough.

"Do ye think that was completely wise, captain?" Gibbs questioned, hesitantly, after Barbossa and his men were out of hearing distance.

"Immortality, Mr. Gibbs, immortality." Jack smiled.