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Summary: Our captains reunite to save the galaxy and hopefully Delbert too. Can they rescue the wayward doctor and stop the destruction of the Empire?

Welcome to Muliphein, Captain Sparrow
Chapter 1: On Fleet Street

Captain Jack Sparrow swaggered in his usual near stumbling manner into the row of tumble down houses and taverns in Tortuga Harbor known as Fleet Street. It was the middle of the morning so there was no one about except a few stray dogs and the occasional cat. He had to smile at the little rat killers now and then when he remembered three days he had spent in the company of a particular person only a month ago. Three days that had nearly been the rest of his life. He found the place he was looking for. It's front windows were gone. The battered sign depicting a large white wale was hanging from only one of its chains. The front wall bore scorch marks above one of the upper floor windows where a fight had nearly burned the tavern down. Jack stepped over a man laying in the doorway who might have been asleep or might not. Whichever it was the man still gripped the neck of a rum bottle as though it were the most precious thing on Earth. As far as Jack was concerned it ran a distant fourth or fifth. Maybe not even that high. You really had to think about something like that in the right context. Some things became very important in the right situation. Like a tinder box. Not really important unless you need to light a fire. Then nothing else will do. Why was Jack thinking about tinder boxes? He couldn't remember. Shrugging he turned his steps inside to the common room where broken chairs and upturned tables littered the floor. A large pail skinned man sat at a small table in the corner near the kitchen counting coins while he stacked them in neat rows. At his side was a blunderbuss that Jack knew was packed with nails and broken glass.

"Morning, Dick," Jack greeted the man.

"Yeah. It's morning." Dick looked up with bleary eyes. " 'Specting you las' night, I was, Jack. Wha' kept ya?"

"I had to see a man about a ship." Unfortunately Jack had been unable to find anyone who would admit to knowing anything about the Black Pearl. "So why is it you wanted me, Dick?"

"So's I coul' make some money, Jack." Dick's thick fingers laid down another neat stack of coins. "Somebody's lookin' fer ya, Jack. Says there's good money fer the one wha' can find ya. Says dead ain't no good. Gotta' be alive an' 'ealthy. Wan's to talk."

Barbossa? Jack thought. He wouldn't want Jack alive. Besides Barbossa wasn't in Tortuga. "Who is it? What does he look like?"

"Don' know, do I?" Dick rolled some coins around in his hand. "I thought abou' maybe thumpin' ya on the noggin and deliverin' ya all wrapped up as it were. But you an' me is old mates aren't we, Jack? You brought me a power o' luck o'er the years an' I don' wanna' spoil the luck. Tha's why I sent Molly to fetch ya', Jack. So it is. On my honor."

"You have something in mind then do you, Dick?" Jack listened for any sound that might betray any of Dick's cohorts that might be lurking in another room.

"I 'ave." Dick laid the coins down and shifted to face Jack. "Wha' I pr'pose is that we set up a meeting. Time an' place. You choose where an' when. I gets the word to this person what's lookin' fer ya'. Tells 'em wha' ya' wanna' do. I collects the money, Jack, an' in exchange fer the 'ole pot I pr'vides ya with secur'ty as it were. A couple o' me lads to watch yer back an' all."

Jack was silent a while and Dick let him be. It wasn't every day that a pirate would trust anyone to watch his back and Dick wasn't the sort to rush a man into decisions.

"What do you hear 'bout this man then, Dick?" Jack finally asked.

"Tha' it's no' a man. Least ways the one what put the word out ain't. Scarlet said it were a woman. Kinda high class and crisp. Talks good and propa' she says. Don' show 'er face. Nobody sees 'er come. Nobody sees 'er go. She jus' shows up where and when as it were."

"No' from 'round here then," Jack mused. "Anything else? She 'ave people? Someone to watch her back?"

"If she does I don' know 'bout 'em." Dick scratched his ponderous belly. "I'll see wha' I can find out before the meetin', Jack. But I makes no promises, mate."

"All right, Dick. But I want Billy and Tom watching my back. At least I know 'em."

"Billy's dead. 'Ow 'bout Sven?"

"Sven? That bloody Dutchman?"

"Swede. 'Es good in a fight, Jack and it's likely you'll need 'im if things go bad." Dick pushed himself from the chair and fought with gravity until he was standing.

"Alright, Dick. Alright. They'll do." Jack extended his hand to the big man to seal the bargain.

"We 'ave an accord," Dick said and smiled as they shook on it.

So it was that Captain Sparrow found himself approaching a small stable yard at the high end of Fleet Street later that night. A man separated himself from the shadows at the gate and nodded to Jack as he came up. It was Tom, a burly but short old seaman with a blue cap and an old belaying pin.

"No one's been 'ere since six bells, cap'in," Tom said. "Only one way in or out. I'll slip off there to the side and lay low. Somebody come an' I'll come up to the door after 'em. Any trouble, give a shout an' I'll be in there in two shakes."

Jack cast his eyes about suspiciously. "Where's the Dutchman?"

"Sven ya mean? 'E's followin' ya like ya asked, cap'in. 'Spect 'e'll be 'ere in a minute."

Again Jack looked about suspiciously almost as though he had smelled something on the wind. "Keep a weather eye out, Tom."

Jack slipped through the little yard and inside the old stable. He left the door slightly ajar and after inspecting the stalls and the manger he picked a spot where the shadows were thickest.

"You are a harder man to find than you made out, Cpt. Sparrow."

Jack spun with his hand on the hilt of his sword. He put his back to the wall and tried to look everywhere at once. If Tom had been lying he knew he was in a fix. But all he got was a wry chuckle from the dark.

"That seems to be the usual greeting from you, Captain." The voice was very familiar. British. Cultured. Feminine. Green eyes shone luminous in a dark corner that Jack was certain he had checked. The eyes blinked and narrowed with amusement but they weren't the eyes of a woman. Cat's eyes!