I have several stories I started but never ended. They just had to get on paper. There are so many ideas, and too many scenarios, and I know I'll never finish them. So, I will put them all together in this collection thingy of stories started but never finished.

The first one was entitled 'The Northern Treasure' and was about a treasure (obviously) in Iceland that involved a golden compass that pointed to the nearest treasure. This one actually was going to have a sequel, but I never even finished the first, so that's not going to happen.

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Decided to give fandom a shot after I saw several others slowly deteriorate before my eyes. Seriously. One thing happens, and the whole thing comes crashing down. So, anyway, this is post OST, say a few months.

General disclaimer: The only things I own are the characters I come up with. Nothing else.

.Reunions.

Jack Sparrow on Tortuga was not uncommon and happened every once in a while, usually when his ship had just been stolen from him again. Although, in this case, even though he actually had his ship, he still found himself in need of a one and because two people (well, a captain and a pig) just didn't cut it. He had found a few men sober enough to interview, and about ten of them had seemed seaworthy.

At the time, however, Jack wished nothing more than to be drunk and sleep, for that was what the last sailor had done, right before his eyes. Yup, the sailor, a man by the apparent name of 'Grib', had simply leaned back and fallen from his stool, snoring loudly. Jack closed his eyes, trying to think of the Pearl, his Pearl, but then remembering she was trapped in a bottle. It made him angry, seeing his love in there and having no way to get her out.

As he heard the next person in line (one of the last ones, thank goodness) remove Grib and sit down on the stool opposite Jack, he opened his eyes again, surprised at what he saw.

The man- no, correction- the boy who was sitting across from him did not look like a sailor at all. For one, his hair was dark while his skin was pale- if he had been sailing the Caribbean or other warm waters for a while, his skin would be burned and his hair bleached by the sun. Also, the boy was thin, and looked like even the softest wind could throw him right overboard. Why was he here?

Although, the boy's physical features weren't the weirdest bit. It was the clothes. Now, Jack had seen many different fashions throughout his life, but never anything like this. The shirt was made out of a seemingly black, light material, but from the pushed up sleeves, Jack could see it was designed to keep out the cold. Before he could take his time to study the curious boy in more detail however, he decided to speak.

"And who are you?"

The boy narrowed his eyes the tiniest amount and cocked his head ever-so-slightly to the right. Jack could tell the boy wasn't accustomed to the question and giving his name away, but obviously chose to talk.

"Dagfinnr Trygvesson." Jack snorted.

"Quite a mouthful, in'it?" The boy simply rolled his eyes.

"Call me Dag, captain Sparrow."

"Alright then… Dag. What makes you think I want you on me ship?"

Dag shook a few stray strands of hair out of his face.

"I've heard things during the time I've been here. You're looking for a man called Barbossa and his ship."

Even though Dag's comment raised Jack's eyebrows slightly, he let the boy continue.

"Someone told me your real ship is locked in a bottle- though I don't know how that could happen. The same person also informed me that the only person who could help you, you left stranded on an island. But that's beside the point. Captain Sparrow, have you heard of the Ridge of Death?" Dag was suddenly more serious at the last part, as he lowered his voice slightly and looked Jack straight in the eye.

"There be many of those, lad. Now if you don't mind,"

"Most commonly known as the Ridge of Crows, captain," Dag interrupted him, knowing that that would catch and hold Jack's attention. "Yes, the Ridge of Crows."

"Isn't that where they train these weird… oh. And what might you be?"

Dag grinned.

"Dagfinnr Trygvesson, master assassin, at your service. Yes, at the Ridge of Crows, there is a school that trains people like me. Though, due to most unfortunate circumstances, I'm not so welcome there anymore. But, last thing I heard and saw, Barbossa is heading up there."

"Interesting… you annoy me. But what would that bag of filth be wantin' up there? I mean, Iceland is quite an undesirable place if you ask me. Offence meant to be taken by you Icelanders."

"Unfortunately for you, captain, no offence is taken. Iceland truly is an undesirable place to live and I dare say I'm glad to be away from there, but there are some things that are stronger drive than comfort. Listen, captain, here is what I have to offer. A friend of mine is a master thief, and could steal any one of these ships in a heartbeat. We can lead you up to Iceland, and you would be at a massive advantage, seeing as we know those waters better than almost anyone else up there, and certainly better than anyone else down here. Actually…" Dag tensed slightly as his eyes flitted behind Jack. Through a lowered voice, he spoke the word "Duck," before grabbing a knife from his side and hurling it at Jack, narrowly missing the captain, or so he thought.

Instead, the knife didn't even make any noise as it should have, hitting the wall.

After a bit of shuffling and a muffled shout or two, Jack dared look up, to see Dag standing up beside the table, his forearm pressed against the neck of someone else. Unfortunately for the boy though, that other person's forearm was pressed against his own neck, and the other person was holding a knife in each hand.

"Exile hasn't done you much good, Dag," the other person, who seemed to be female, said in a low voice. Dag chuckled weakly, obviously trying to fight back, but just as obviously scared of the knives the girl was holding.

"I can say the same about you, Volly," Dag muttered, before swiftly outmaneuvering the girl and taking back his knife, holding it to her neck. She simply sighed and lowered her knife into its sheath at her right side, and Dag did the same.

Just as Jack thought that Dag would sit back down and introduce him to 'Volly', Volly brought her knee up to Dag's ribcage and threw him not-so-gently against the wall, taking out her knife again and pressing the tip gently at Dag's temple. Well, now Jack was actually pleased.

"Sorry to interrupt such a lovely and not-deadly reunion, whatever your names are, I'm sure they're quite unpronounceable. Just one question, boy. Does she always do this?"

Dag nodded weakly, Volly's arm once again cutting off his breathing. Assuming that this was Dag's 'friend', the master thief, he decided it was time to leave.

"Brilliant. Bring her along- we leave in two days- I expect a ship."

Volly turned her head for a split second, nodding at the command, before turning back to torturing Dag.

It was right around then that things got very interesting for Jack. Unfortunately, it started with someone stealing his hat. Angrily turning around at the feeling of the musty air around his hair, but he could only see a figure weaving their way through the mesh of drunken sailors and out the door, placing the hat, his hat, on their head.

Jack, of course, followed, having lost that hat a few too many times in the past years. The person was fast, making their way down the alley crowded with drunken people, and finally stepping into what looked to be an old storage house- sadly abandoned with a few stacks of hay but not much else in it. Jack had been in there once or twice, usually after waking up from having had one too many bottles of rum (although he still disagreed with that saying- you could never have too much rum).

"Oy, me hat! Give me back my hat!" Jack growled as he entered the house, closing the door behind him and drawing his sword, walking towards the person who was standing calmly in the center of the room, under the only window of the house- the moonlight shining onto them, but the shadow of the hat covering the person's face.

The person merely chuckled, drawing their own sword. As they began to fight, it was an eerie echo of the fight Jack had had with Angelica several months back. Again, the person and himself were quite well matched up in skills and maneuvers, but Jack soon found their weakness. The person, at all costs, avoided the center light; probably out of fear their face would be recognized.

It was right around then that Jack started getting suspicious- some of the techniques that were being used on him were techniques he had come up with himself, and taught little to no people. Except… yes, this really was an echo, he thought, suddenly driving the person right into the light and grabbing his hat off her head, grabbing her roughly and kissing her- again. Both fortunately and unfortunately, she broke it off after several seconds; both of them knowing that if she hadn't they'd never be able to face each other.

"You keep steeling from me, Angelica. If you really wanted to see me naked, you could've just said so," Jack smirked at the woman in front of him, who returned his smirk with a glare, though he could see that she was trying not to smile.

"You wish, Jack Sparrow," she hissed, turning away from him and locking the door to the house, making sure they would be undisturbed. Jack chuckled.

"Well, you've got me attention. Speak, A."

"A?" Angelica questioned.

"Well, the first part, you know, the 'Angelic' part, doesn't really suit you right now. So what do you want?"

"I heard you were going after the one legged man. I want to go with you. I want my revenge, since blaming you for my father's death will get us nowhere; though note that you are by no means forgiven, Jack. I want to kill the man and…" she smirked. "Get my Revenge back."

"Well, if that's all, all you had to do was ask, love, not steal my hat and lock us in an old storage house."

"Jack… you and I both know that wouldn't have worked." Angelica's voice turned into a seductive whisper as she stepped yet closer to Jack; the voice she and he knew he couldn't resist.

"Well, yes, love, but you still could've done it."

"And what good would that have brought me?" Her mouth was close to his ear now, her breath tickling it, sending shivers (though he'd never admit it) down his spine.

"Saved us the trouble of a fight?" Jack tried weakly, but knew it wouldn't work.

"But there's no fun in that, Jack."

"Oh, so it's fun you want. I repeat- all you had to do was ask," Jack murmured, turning his face lightly, letting her lips glide lightly over his cheek, before she pulled back, facing him with a charming yet evil smirk.

Pulling him close to her one more time and whispering in his ear 'you wish, Jack Sparrow', she pushed him roughly onto the hay, turned, and quickly left the house, locking the door once more from the outside, smiling at hearing his loud curses, though they were soon lost in the drunken shouts and screams from Tortuga.

Okay, reviews are greatly appreciated. What do you think of the new characters? Jack and Angelica's interaction? Not too proud of that last part, I must say, but I'll work on it. Review, please! Oh yeah, this will have Jack/Angelica in it, though I will do nothing rated M, just saying.