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Chapter 1

Captain Teague Sparrow was sitting on the stool the owner of this decrepit inn had shown him. Around him were people of all sorts, some beggars, some rich, and some in between. He was trying to win a ship for him and his son to use to find the most coveted Pirate treasure of them all, the fountain of youth. Many had spent their whole lives searching for it, culminating in the ultimate irony, living forever, or die trying.

His current for of gambling was a game he had learned back in his days in the Philippines, a game which included dice, where the various players rolled six dice and would bet on whoever has the highest roll. The trick was that the dice were under cups with which the dice would be hidden.

His situation was promising, for he had five sixes and a two. The person sitting across from him, Captain William J. Garfunkel, was heavily in dept, and heavily under the influence of the gallon of rum he had just consumed. The intoxicated Captain also happened to be the owner of a forty gun vessel that was known in the Philippines for its speed and versatility.

"I bet seventy five pounds" Teague offered, once everybody had signaled that they were ready to begin.

"Call," said a one Mr. Jack Derip Er, a pirate known for killing anyone who had the gall to boast at his last name.

"Call," agreed Captain Frank UnCourson Kilbourn, who hailed from a very vulgar country in Asia known for the strangeness of their middle names.

"Fold," replied Mr. Imp Way

"Raise to forty thousand, which my ship should suffice," said Captain Garfunkel, writing the name of his ship on a piece of parchment and placing it on the table.

"Call" said a smiling Captain Teague, as others around the table folded.

"Very well, show me your hand," replied an uncertain Garfunkel.

"Four sixes and a two: Twenty-six," an overconfident Teague said.

"Fine, my ship is docked in the bay, you can't miss it. I'll tell my crew to surrender it to you, so that you may take it over," explained Captain Garfunkel, a tear forming in his eye, "But just one thing."

"Yes?" asked a curious Captain Teague, his hand on his pistol.

"Any last words?" Garfunkel pointed his gun at Teague, but Teague was quicker. Garfunkel was dead before he pulled the trigger.

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I can't seem to keep a hold of one bloody ship, thought Jack Sparrow, as he was waiting for his father to come out of the pub that he had been in for the last four hours. Maybe it's just the Pearl. Of course, it is my fault for ever leaving Barbossa on my ship. Maybe if I just… But Jack's thoughts were interrupted as a huge mob of people with guns came out of the pub, chasing Jack's father, Teague, out of the building.

"What in the bloody hell is going on?" asked Jack, joining his father on the run.

"Accidentally shot the governor here."

"How can you accidentally shoot a governor?" Jack asked, taking a turn at the corner.

"You accidentally shot a Count"

"Yes, well you accidentally shot mum!"

"Trust me, Jacky. That wasn't an accident."

They finally lost the crowd, and started walking through the empty streets. "Any luck with finding me a ship?" Jack asked, wanting to know if this whole thing had been in vain.

"Yes, that's what that was all about."

"Well, show the way, then."

But they were already there. And just out of luck, so was Mr. Gibbs.

"Cap'n, yer father had me run up ahead."

"Good thinking Mr. Gibbs," said Jack, not getting the point as usual, "Now we sail to Tortuga!"

"But Cap'n, what if someone should challenge us?"

Captain Teague answered this one. "No Sailor can attack the keeper of the code."