A cool breeze whistled over the dark Caribbean Sea. The water was still and cooling off as the night crept upon it. But the water was soon disturbed by the appearance of a ship.

The ship, with its tall mast and black sails slipped swiftly through the darkness. It silently drifted through the water, making not a single sound.

All aboard the ship were silent as well, seeing as most of the crew had taken to rest for the night. But there was one man who was not resting…

There was but one light shining aboard the ship, and it was found in the captain's quarters. The dim light flickered as Captain Jack Sparrow sat, peering over an old parchment map. The only sound to be heard was that of Jack's finger tracing a path across the rough parchment surface.

It had been a rough couple of months for Jack and his crew; seeing as every area they ported there was little money, little rum, and women who were less than desirable. But when it came to money, rum, and women, Jack Sparrow never gave up. He was determined that whatever area they decided to pillage next would undoubtedly be better than these, seeing as how it couldn't be much worse.

The silence was disturbed when the cabin door was opened from the outside, and Jack heard a large pair of boots tromp into the room, undoubtedly belonging to his first mate.

"Hector!" Jack said, lifting his head from his map "What do I owe the pleasure of this disturbance?"

Jack's first mate, Hector Barbossa, was smart, nautical, charismatic, and was long tired of being the first mate.

"Jack," Barbossa started "I come to ye with a request."

"A request?" Jack retorted, "Only you would be the one to request a request."

"Aye, but it be a right big one at that," Barbossa continued, sitting in the chair across from Jack, "You see, Jack, the other day you mentioned having knowledge of the island of Isla de Muerta."

"I did," Jack responded, his eyes lowering.

"Having heard many legends of the island myself, I know that this infamous island cannot found except by those who already know where it is, you being one of them," Barbossa alleged, his eyes narrowing "And, seeing as I be the first mate, I find it necessary that this information be endowed upon myself, it'd be a right safer for two to know than only one."

Jack immediately sat upright in his seat, his dark brown eyes meeting Barbossa's owl-eyed gaze. Jack was no fool; he figured this was coming when he had let on information about the island only a few days back. But did he trust Barbossa enough to give him this information?

"And pray tell, why on earth would you want this information in the first place?" Jack questioned.

"Obviously," Barbossa responded, "the island holds a great treasure, a treasure I feel we should acquire."

"Oh believe me mate," Jack began, standing from his chair, "you don't want that treasure."

"Don't I now?" Barbossa inquired.

"The treasure's cursed mate, a little tidbit I might have forgot to mention" Jack said, being as perfectly honest as he ever could be.

"Cursed?" Barbossa spat "What kind of nonsense is that?"

"Very well, you can ignore what I say now, but you might regret it later," said Jack, his demeanor darkening.

"All I ask is to know how to get to the island," Barbossa said, more determined than ever.

"Very well, mate," said Jack, reaching into his pocket "I do agree that it be best that two know rather than one." Jack pulled out his compass from his pocket, "You see this compass?" Barbossa nodded "It points to whatever you want most, its how I found the island the first time."

And with that, Jack revealed the information that he'd long regret revealing.