A/N: Welcome to my third Pirates fic! this is the third installment in the Krystal Robyn saga. if you're just joining this story, read the first two stories before you start this one: Captain Krystal Robyn and The Cruel Mistress' Crew yes, yes, it's a plug. if you're joining us after those stories, enjoy!

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

"Jack, the map says it's east!"

"Then why is my compass pointing, west, love?"

"It's not pointing toward the Fountain of Youth! It's pointing toward my rum cache!"

Krystal pointed behind him where a box sat on a shelf in her cabin. Jack spun around to look at it then looked back at his compass before frowning and striding toward it as Krystal crossed her arms over her chest and watched him. He opened the box, pulled out two bottles and looked to his compass. The fleur-de-lis arrow spun around and pointed to Krystal, making her frown when he looked at her. He walked toward her, frowning at his compass and hung one arm around her shoulders, the bottles clanking next to her head as they both watched the fleur-de-lis spin around again.

"You were right, love. It's east," Jack nodded and Krystal rolled her eyes.

"I knew that, Jack," she smiled as he walked to the table to stare at the map on the surface. "Now, we go east, si?"

"Sure, but first…" Jack set the two bottles of rum on the table, spun around and planted his lips to hers but she stood stiffly and pushed him away.

"Jack!" she squeaked. "Stay focused! You want to find the Fountain of Youth before Barbossa, don't you?"

Jack nodded.

"Then pay attention! We have to get there before him. I don't think you want him to be young forever so that you two can fight over this one ship! God knows I don't want to be constantly caught in the middle of this!"

"We can kill Barbossa, you know?" Jack grinned mischievously, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You can kill him, Jack," Krystal smiled, playing with the corner of his mustache. "I am not going to have anything to do with this feud between you two."

"Fine, love," he sighed before leaning toward her face again but she placed a finger over his lips and shook her head before he murmured, "You should tell that boy our destination."

Krystal smirked, pressing a finger to her lips and slipped out of Jack's embrace making him frown as she moved to the trunk on the other side of the room. She grinned as she gripped the lid, flinging it open to reveal a young man of about seventeen years old with chocolate brown hair and charcoal black eyes, staring at his captain in fear as he scrambled to his feet and jumped out of the trunk.

"Master Warren," Krystal nodded with a smirk, holding her hands behind her back as Matthew Warren stood at attention.

"Captain," he nodded back, his voice cracking before he cleared it. "I'm sorry, Captain. I shouldn't have been hiding in the trunk after ye'd asked for privacy."

"No apologies, Matthew," Krystal replied, walking back to Jack before turning to the boy. "The only thing you should be sorry about is getting caught. I know I trained you better than that. Your actions reflect on me, Spit Fire. Don't let it happen again."

"Mum," he bowed. "It won't happen again."

"If it does, it may mean your life," Krystal replied, sternly. "Get us underway. Easterly course."

Matthew nodded again, pressed his hands together, bowed at the waist and walked out to the deck, shutting the door behind him.

"A bit hard on him, weren't ye, love?" Jack wondered with a frown.

"I have to be," Krystal replied. "If I'm not, he'll end up hurt. Or worse…dead."

"Still," Jack muttered, sitting on the edge of her desk. "He's only a boy. I remember when you were his age. You were always gettin' into trouble, but I let you so you would learn from your mistakes."

"Liar!" Krystal laughed, placing her hands on her hips as she faced him. "You let me get into trouble so that you could rescue me!"

"That too," Jack grinned. "But mostly so you could learn.

"Captain!" a man's voice called as the doors to her cabin opened. The man was in his late twenties with sky-blue eyes and short, curly black hair and a lanky build. "We're coming up on an island."

"Are we, Mr. Stewart?" Krystal smiled at her first mate, calmly. "What island? Can you tell?"

"Cocos, ma'am," John Stewart replied in an Irish accent.

Krystal lifted a brow as she smirked and asked, "Well, we should make a visit then, shouldn't we?"

"If you'd like, ma'am," John nodded. "Shall I tell Master Warren to keep on course for it?"

"Aye, Mr. Stewart, that you should," Krystal smirked as Jack frowned at her. "And be careful of the shoreline, mate."

"What's so special about Cocos Island, love?" Jack wondered as John left the cabin, shutting the door behind him and Krystal turned to step toward him.

"Do you remember that girl I told you about?" she asked, making Jack frown a little deeper. "She saved my life from a pair of evil sirens, recall it? She lives on Cocos."

"Hold on, love," Jack chuckled. "Go back to the part where you were attacked by a pair of Scaly Tails."

"It was many years ago," she began, standing in front of him and setting her hands on his knees. He looked to her, wondering if she knew what she was doing and he could see it in her eyes that she did. "It was after you left me in Spain and I had my first ship, the Phantom Pirate. We were sailing to Isla de Muerta to find you."

"Couldn't live without me, eh?" Jack smirked, lifting his hands to her waist to pull her closer to him and stand her between his knees as she smirked at him.

"At any rate," she continued, lifting her hands to his chest to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. "We were sailing along, minding our own business, when I suddenly hear this song. I knew it was Sirens. Next thing I know, my whole crew in unconscious and I can't steer my ship. Out of nowhere, these two Singer Fish flop onto my deck and try to pull me into the water. As you can imagine, I'm a bit outnumbered, so my struggling doesn't do me much good.

"The ship suddenly makes a bump onto an island beach I'd never seen before and the oddest thing happened…"

She leaned forward and snatched one of the bottles of rum from her desk to open it and take a swig as Jack waited on pins and needles for her to finish her story.

"What?" he finally asked as she lowered the bottle from her lips to continue.

"Someone else appeared onto my deck out of thin air," she smiled in amusement at his engrossed look. "Pretty thing. I wasn't sure if she was friend or foe until she pulled out a sword and hacked the heads from the Singer fishes' shoulders. After addressing that issue, being the courteous pirate I am, I pointed me sword at her and demanded she tell me who she was or I'd slit her throat."

"Well done, love," Jack smirked, patting Krystal on the head as she smiled and lifted her hands to his shoulders to settle her forearms on his shoulders and continue.

"She was actually very calm when she told me who she was," she continued as her settled his hands on he waist. "Rebecca Velasquez from Cocos Island. She lived there since she was a tiny lass with her sister. The waters around her island were Siren waters, apparently, and I swear to you Jack, looking at her was like lookin' into a mirror."

"Another long lost relative, love?" Jack smirked, referring to Elizabeth.

"Very funny, Jack," Krystal retorted. "I only have one sister.

"In any case, we got to talking and we found we had a lot in common. Mr. Stewart was kind enough to rush us off to find you, but I promised her if I was ever in her waters again, I would visit. I suppose she's since tamed those Singer fish 'round her island."

"Well, this better not take long, love," Jack smirked.

"I told her all about you, you know?" Krystal shot back with a smirk of her own. "She'll be excited to meet you."

"Well, then I best not disappoint, eh?" he retorted.

Krystal looked around, suddenly realizing the ship had stopped and her smirk grew as she moved to head toward the deck, but a hand caught her wrist to pull her back to the captain still sitting on her desk.

"Not so fast, love," Jack murmured when she stepped back between his knees.

Without another word he planted his lips to hers and she giggled against his mouth as she slid her arms around his neck again. His hands slid to her waist to pull her closer as his hands slid back around her waist, his tongue creeping slowly into her mouth and making her moan.

"Jack," she muttered against his mouth, slipping her hands to his chest to gently push against him. "I have to tell John to drop anchor."

"Bullocks," he muttered letting her go, but she lingered in the kiss for a moment before finally pulling away and lifting a hand to twirl the braids of his beard with her finger.

"Don't worry, querido," she smiled, leaning toward his face, slowly. "I'll make it up to you."

"Do tell, love," Jack murmured, but she shook her head and quickly fled his embrace before she couldn't tear herself from it.

"Later," she promised, shoving the doors to her cabin open and marching out on deck, Jack jumping off her desk and heading after her. "Mr. Stewart, drop anchor and ready the long boat. We're taking a trip ashore."

A/N: well, there ya go. reviews?