This is crazy! I welcome you all to the first chapter of the last installment of the Take What You Can and Give Nothing Back trilogy! It's been a long journey and to be finally here is weird. It was only last year when I started writing the first story and with all your support it wouldn't have lasted. SO thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Sarah Williams and Abigail Unger.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

Welcome to Singapore

In the dark night of the small city, dimly lit lanterns hung all around illuminating paths that the villagers walk upon. In the shadows soldiers roamed around in groups waiting to strike at their enemy that stood behind the doors of one of the many small huts and homes that lines the wooden bridges that stretched over the shallow water.

Standing in a corner in the dark looking over the water way waiting for the next part of their plan, Abby hastily strapped her sword belt tighter around her, peeking at Sarah who stood straight up against the wooden wall behind Barbossa.

Both of the girls -especially Sarah - were still trying to get use to the return of the late captain after he sauntered down the narrow steps in Tia Dalma's shack. Sarah was uneasy and tried to maintain a distance but when it comes to getting an object that was needed to help find Captain Jack Sparrow, she sucked it up. While Abby acted like he was alive the whole time.

Sarah lifted a small string and tied her blonde hair back to keep it out of her face. Abby had been using it before but gave it to Sarah since her hair was much longer than hers. Sarah's hair was almost past halfway down her back and it got caught in almost everything she passed, unlike Abby who did end up chopping some of her hair off to her shoulders. Not once did Sarah touch her hair at all and let it grow to the length it's at now. At times like this she instantly made plans to cut her blonde long locks out of regret of not having to before.

There was a small stream of light peeking through the narrow alleyway the three stood in that Abby stuck her head in, watching the sides for any soldiers. Two short Singapore native men wearing round bamboo hats were walking down the three's direction and Abby signaled her current captain.

Barbossa's yellow eyes watched the river as a small boat rowed down towards them. Elizabeth wore a large round bamboo hat singing softly as she reached her destination.

"The bell has been raised from its watery grave. Here it's sepulchral tone." Elizabeth sang softly as she watched soldiers cross a small bridge her eyes catching the three in the shadows waiting. "A call to all, pay heed the squall, turn your sails to home. Yo ho all together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho-"

"Thief and Beggar. Never say we die," One of the native men finished that Abby spotted coming down. He and the other crept towards Elizabeth as she tied the boat to the small dock. A third one appeared behind them that Abby hadn't seen. "A dangerous song to be singing...for anyone ignorant of it's meaning. Particularly a woman." A dark small formed on his dirty face. "Particularly a woman alone."

Barbossa stepped out into the dim light. "What makes you think she's alone?" He signaled Abby and Sarah to stay behind for a moment.

The native man narrowed his eyes at the captain. "You protect her?"

Elizabeth pulled her knife from her belt and swiftly held the sharp side of the blade across his throat. "And what makes you think I need protecting?" Sarah and Abby crept out and pulled their own knifes to point at the other two men.

Sarah shook her head at the one Elizabeth held her knife to. "You clearly don't know a thing about women, don't you?"

"You're master's expecting us," Barbossa informed the three men. "And an unexpected death'd cast a slight pall on our meeting." He directed his last sentence at the three girls who pulled their knifes away and back in their belts.

"Pick up those feet!" A commander for the soldiers said nearby. The group hid back in the shadows now that they were on the same terms. "On the double!" A dozen soldiers packed tightly in a group hustled from the other side of the river down a set of stone steps to the opposite direction.

The three men lead them to their master, staying along in the shadows to not get caught or questioned. As they went along, Abby hoped Gibbs and the others would get through to underneath the room they will be meeting in with extra weapons for backup. Down the side she looked down at the river to see at least six round floating objects in the water knowing it was them making their way.

Coming from above the area where the rest of the crew was, a music player was rolled up to the spot and the monkey Jack started to turn it's wheel creating a melody to play. Tia Dalma stood at the cart underneath a long round bamboo hat as well but a long thin cloth draped over it cover her face.

Now out of sight from the soldiers, the three men, Barbossa, Elizabeth, and Sarah and Abby walked along the natives and other merchants selling items and food along the streets.

"Have you heard anything from Will?" Elizabeth asked Barbossa and the two girls as they walked.

"I trust young Turner to acquire the charts and you three to remember your place in the presence of Sao Feng." Barbossa answered, shooting a look at Sarah beside him.

A small smile formed on Sarah's lips as she replied. "Oh you know I can't promise anything, dear Apple King." The nickname had stuck ever since he recalled of her calling him that as they went through the plans and maps.

"Is he that terrifying?"

"He is much like myself, but absent my merciful nature and sense of fair play."

The group reached a large round door where one of them who was leading spoke something to whoever was behind the door. The small window that had been opened was shut, opening the doors to let them in. The guards that stood outside of the bath house inspected the four as they walked in. Abby felt uncomfortable by their stares and shrunk back next to Sarah who didn't even acknowledge their presence.

In order to enter the main area of the bath house, they had to strip their weapons and place them on a table. One by one Sarah passed her knife and sword to Abby who handed it to Barbossa who then handed to a guard to place it with the others. Sliding her hand past her pocket, Abby had forgotten that she held a small knife within it but casually played it off as if there was nothing kept inside. She felt a pair of eyes watching her every move and she hoped they didn't catch her sudden movement.

After all the weapons were stripped from them, Abby, Sarah, and Elizabeth went to step through the next set of doors until they were stopped by a guard. "Do you that because they are women we would not suspect them of treachery?"

Barbossa gave an uneasy smile and nod. "Well when you put it that way…"

"Remove. Please."

Glaring at the guard the three girls took off their long coats. Sarah only had a few small knives revealed, Abby had some also with two extra small guns, but Elizabeth had the most on her. She wore two straps full of bombs and guns. The guard shot a glance at Barbossa who just fakely smiled back.

One by one the weapons were taken away once again and placed with the others. Once they were done Sarah folded her arms. "Can we go in now?"

The guard surveyed her body. "Clean out the rest of your pockets." Pursing her lips, Sarah hesitantly reached into the pockets of her shirt and pants and felt the tiny knives hidden inside. She pulled them out with a huff and chucked them at a guard who nearly dodged them before they could splinter his skin. Glancing over at Barbossa she saw him shaking his head.

Now stepping forward again the guard put his hand up. "Remove. Please." The guards eyes trickled down to the lower region of the girls.

"Remove what? Our pants?" Abby asked furrowing her eyebrows deeply hoping that is not what he meant. But with the smirk the guard gave she knew it was true.

Sarah narrowed her eyes as she pulled her long shirt down to cover her whole body as she unbuttoned her pants. "You sick perverts."

Now inside and pantless, Sarah and Abby walked in with Elizabeth trailing behind, holding the hem of their shirts down while Barbossa walked with everything but his weapons on him. Along the sides of the long room baths in small wooden pools were set up in a long row with men sitting in them. They all had some sort of tattoos inked on their skin. It was hard to Sarah to tell what they looked like as steam filled the air, making it hard to see. Everyone in the room watched as they walked through.

In one bath of water there were men sitting along the rim with barnacles stuck to their skin with some women fanning them with large leaves. The barnacles and the water sent a shiver down Abby's spine as she was suddenly brought back to the Flying Dutchman. She hoped the meeting would go quick.

At the end of the long walk the four finally reached their destination. Through the smoke Sarah could make out the long room full of turns ending. There was an area almost as if it was a separate room but the opening was wide and the wall curved around. Stones covered the wall as it curved back with candles illuminating the center. A man who Sarah assumed was Sao Feng stood his back facing them with his arms spread out. Two young women stood on either side of him with their heads bent down.

Sao Feng slowly turned around with his arms still out. His head was bald but he had a long thin beard and goatee that hung from his chin and swayed as he moved. Three long scars crisscrossed the left side of his face making Abby wonder the story behind them.

As she stared at the scars, the others around her began to bow down. She followed through and bent her upper body forward to peer down at the floorboards who she hoped the others lied underneath. A small movement flickered beneath one of the cracks. She let out a small sigh of relief.

"Welcome to Singapore." Sao Feng welcomed Barbossa. He rose a red cloth to his nose and breathed in. "More steam," he ordered to one of the women who Sarah realized were twins. The twin to which he spoke to reached up to a rope with a stone tied at the end above her and pulled it down. Sao Feng took a step down from the stones and onto the wooden floorboards to meet his guests. "I understand that you have a request to make of me."

"More of a proposal to put to ye," Barbossa replied, the feather in his hat waving around as she moved his head as he spoke. "I've a venture underday and I find myself in need of a ship and a crew."

Sao Feng scratched his head, his long black fingernails scraping against his skin. "Hmm. It's an odd coincidence."

"What is an odd coincidence?" Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow, her hands stuck to the hem of her shirt to keep it flat and low.

"Is it because you happen to have a ship and a crew you don't need?" Elizabeth guessed.

Sao Feng shook his head. "No. Because earlier this day, not far from here, a thief broke into my most revered uncle's temple and tried of make off with these." He took a thickly wrapped up object from an older man's hands. "The navigational charts." Sarah breathed in sharply knowing that it was the charts she had heard so much of from Barbossa and how they needed them. From the corner of her eye she could see Abby itching towards them. "The route to the Farthest Gate." Sharply, Sao Feng tossed the charts to one of his men.

Sao Feng took a step closer to them all. "Wouldn't it be amazing of this venture of yours took you to the world beyond this one?"

The meaning of his words sent Abby and Sarah to share a look. "You have no idea," Abby replied. Sao Feng's eyes turned to her sharply for a split second then went over to to men beside a small tub that had a wooden pole running along across it. Abby furrowed her eyes at the sight of a pair of hands tied to the pole hanging in the water. The two men pulled the pole up.

Will came up gasping for air as he had been held under for so long. A breath of relief escaped Abby knowing he was in the room with them but it was so small that it gone undetected from her widened eyes of him being held captive.

"This is the thief," Sao Feng explained pointing to Will who hung his head letting his soaking wet hair hang over his face as he tried to regain his breath. "Is his face familiar to you?" The group of four all looked at each other and silently spoke with their eyes only to all shake their heads. At the response, Sao Feng pulled out a sharply pointed wooden weapon that had black staining the end of it. Poison, Sarah thought. "Then I guess he has no further need for it."

Sao Feng pulled back the weapon and stabbed it forward. Abby and Elizabeth sharply cried out right before it could tear Will's skin on his neck.

"You come into my city and you betray my hospitality."

"Sao Feng, I assure you I had no idea…"

"-That he would get caught!" All of Sao Feng's men shot up from their tubs of water and crept closer to the group cautiously as if they were waiting for something. "You intend to attempt the voyage to Davy Jones' Locker. But I cannot help but wonder...why?"

Sarah was about to answer when Barbossa tossed a coin up to Sao Feng who automatically held it up to his ear.

Barbossa never took his eyes off the coin as there was a slight ringing coming from it. "The song has been sung. The time is upon us. We must convene the Brethren Court. As one of the nine pirate lords, you must honor the call."

Looking down and tightening his hand around the coin, Sao Feng ordered, "More steam." One of the twins pulled the rope but after a moment no more steam filled the room. "More steam!" Once again in the air, steam filled the room. "There is a price on all our heads. It is true. It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit anymore is by betraying other pirates." His small eyes narrowed over to Will.

"Well you are a pirate lord, right? And the call has been that you must answer to. Can we just set aside our differences and grudges for this?" Sarah suggested.

"The First Brethren Court gave us rule of the seas," Barbossa explained, "But now that rule is being challenged by Lord Cutler Beckett."

"Against the East India Trading Company what value is the Brethren Court? What can any of us do?"

Sarah narrowed her eyes at the man. "Fight is what you could do! Your seas are being threatened to be no longer free and you just want to let that happen while you sit here in your dirty bath water?"

Elizabeth stepped up next to Sarah. "You command in an age of piracy where bold captains sail free waters. Where waves aren't measured in feet, but as increments of fear and those who pass the test become legend. Would you have that era come to an end on your watch?"

"Pirate lords from around the world are uniting to fight against this! Except you!" Abby snarled.

Sao Feng narrowed his eyes. "You have failed to answer my question. What is it you seek in Davy Jones' Locker?"

"Jack Sparrow." Sarah and Will both answered. An eyebrow was raised by Sao Feng in Sarah's direction. She swallowed at his stare but said firmly, "We seek to get Jack Sparrow from Davy Jones' Locker."

The twins giggled.

Will lifted his head. "He's one of the pirate lords."

The news sent tremors going through Sao Feng's hands as he clenched them into fists. "The only reason…" he said through clenched teeth, "...I would want Jack Sparrow returned from the land of the dead...is so I can spend him back myself!"

Barbossa marched up to the pirate lord and pointed out lowly, "Jack Sparrow holds one of the nine pieces of eight. He failed to pass it along to a successor before he died. So we must go and get him back."

"So...you admit...you have deceived me. Weapons!" Pulling out his sword Sao Feng pointed it at the four. All the men in the tubs pulled out swords from the water spraying water everywhere.

Barbossa held out his arms as he stepped back. "Sao Feng, I assure you, our intentions are strictly honorable." As if on cue, eight swords popped out from in between the cracks in the floorboards and into the fours hands.

Sarah didn't even have to look to catch the swords as they shot up and fell steadily in her hands as she glared at the Sao Feng's men. Abby glanced over to Sao Feng who had someone held with a sword to his throat.

"Drop your weapons or I kill the man!"

Sarah inspected the man, his features not making any recognition to her memory. "Kill him. We don't know him." Barbossa looked around.

Will furrowed his eyebrows at the confusion. "If he's not with you, and he's not with us...who is he with?"

The doors leading into the main room of the bath house burst open with soldiers pouring through their weapons drawn and guns firing.