Prologue
Mr. Gibbs came back on deck from the longboat, holding onto his new prize like it was a small child. "What did ye' find Gibbs?" asked Captain Barbossa, on behalf of the rest of the crew. Gibbs could tell that they were not pleased with his new map the way he was, but he reminded himself that he was the one who found it, so he let their angry glances pass over him like a quiet wave.
"This," Gibbs replied proudly, "is a map." The crew started to murmur and Gibbs knew where this was going, yet he didn't care.
"Where to, Gibbs?" a crew member asked.
"The Fountain of Youth." Barbossa confirmed as he made his way toward the captain's quarters. He looked down on his men and proclaimed loudly, "The Fountain, as you all know, has been our destination since the beginning of this journey. Now, we have the right map and we can now head in the right direction." He took the map from Gibbs, held it up and uncovered what was underneath it's protective cloth. It was a geometric shape, covered in gold, which had ancient markings all around it. Barbossa's smile faded as he tried to open it with no luck.
The captain looked back at the crew, their eyes fuming with rage. "Now look, all we need is a way to open the map. Does anyone know of someone in this galaxy that can open strange contraptions like this?" he said cautiously.
The crew started to whisper amongst themselves. Barbossa then zeroed in on the group of aliens that he had picked up after they broke out of a jail on the planet Montressor. They seemed to be arguing about telling Barbossa about someone. "You there!" he called, grabbing their attention. "Do you know of any man, boy, woman, or alien that can help us?"
A spider like alien with bright yellow eyes and red pinching claws stepped forward with a sneer on his face. "Yes, Captain Barbossa," he said.
"What is the name I need?"
"His name is James Hawkins, Captain," the spider said with an evil smile.
"Hawkins," Barbossa said to himself. "Well, where can we find Mr. Hawkins?"
The spider grinned again. "You can find the boy on Montressor, sir."
Barbossa smiled as evilly as the spider as he looked to the rest of the crew. "Well you heard him lads! Steer for Montressor!" Barbossa then went into his private quarters to enjoy his secret stash of rum.
The group of aliens from before met again on the deck. "Why'd you tell the captain about Hawkins, Scroop?" asked the eight eyed alien that was no taller than three feet.
Scroop laughed an evil laugh to the others. "Revenge, my friends. I want revenge on that Hawkins boy if it's the last thing I do."