A/N: Ok, so, so far, Krystal knows Jack is dead, and that the gang is going to get him from Davy Jones' Locker, and that Elizabeth helped kill Jack, and Jasmine has been taken. Just a small recap. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Plans

Krystal stood on the bowspirt of the Cruel Mistress, staring out to sea. Her eyes wandered across the water, watching the waves roll over each other as she always did when she needed to think. She didn't want to be disturbed. Not now.

Jack is gone. Elizabeth helped his death, and now my first mate's wife has been kidnapped. Not to mention, I apparently have to face my destiny.

She sighed and carefully lowered herself to sit on the bowspirt.

"Why did you get yourself into trouble with Davy Jones?" Krystal asked, as if Jack were there with her.

"It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgment, love," she heard Jack's voice echo behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see a transparent, ghost-like Jack Sparrow sitting on the bowspirt with her. "And his ship's, for that matter."

"Did you have to go to him?" Krystal sighed, swinging her legs to one side of the spirt. "You could have done what I did. Just find another ship."

"What kind of ship could replace the Black Pearl?" Jack replied, mirroring the way she was sitting to sit closer to her.

"Of course it wouldn't be the same, but you would have had a ship. What happened, anyway?"

"How should I know? I'm only an image of the real Captain Jack Sparrow."

"That's right," Krystal scoffed. "I wish it wasn't so. I wish you were really here, Jack."

"I know, love," Jack whispered before disappearing with a gust of wind.

Krystal sighed in sadness before some movement caught her glance and she looked up to see Nemo crawling over the railing and onto the bowspirt toward her.

"Hello, Nemo," she smiled, weakly and held her hand to him, allowing the lemur to jump onto her arm and up to her shoulder as she looked out to sea again with a sigh. "I wonder if they'll really get him back. With Tia Dalma, no doubt it'll be easy if they do."

"Captain!" Scab, the cook, called from the deck, making Krystal spin her head around to see him at the bow, his gray eyes wild with panic.

"What is it, Scab?" Krystal called back.

"It's Mr. Stewart! He's speaking of jumping overboard!"

Krystal's eyes shot wide in shock as she quickly stood and balanced herself toward the deck of the bow to jump off the railing and run onto the main deck. She marched past him and across the deck, demanding, "Where is he?!"

"The brig, ma'am," Scab replied, making her stop and spin around to frown at him. "A few of the men stopped him from jumping."

Krystal sighed in relief before nodding with a smirk, "Good man."

Nemo jumped off of her shoulder to race ahead of her and into her cabin as she turned back to head down one of the hatches to the brig where she saw John sitting on the bench in a cell, mouth gagged and hands bound at the wrists. As soon as he saw his captain he stood up and slammed his foot on the cell door in order to open it, but the door didn't budge, the clang of his boot hitting the iron echoed through the brig.

Krystal walked to the cell and stood in front of her first mate. John's sky blue eyes glared at her in rage and defiance. Krystal only stared back at him, feeling his rage at the fact that his wife was missing and no one had any idea of where she was or who had taken her.

"So," Krystal finally said her hands behind her back. "You wanted to jump overboard, eh?"

John kicked the door again in rage.

"Oi!" Krystal growled, loudly. "I know you're angry! But killing yourself and throwing tantrums is not going to help get Jasmine back! If I untie you and let you out, are you going to act like an adult?!"

John still stared at her in defiance, but nodded.

"Good," she nodded. "Now, come here so I can pull that gag off."

John did as he was told and Krystal untied the gag from her side of the bars.

"Why aren't you trying?!" he snarled once the gag slipped from his mouth before he spun around to glare at Krystal. "Why aren't you trying to find Jasmine?!"

"Watch your tongue, John!" Krystal growled. "Don't think I won't make you walk the plank for insubordinance! I know you're angry! I'm angry! But don't you dare say I'm not trying!"

"You don't understand!" John snapped. "I love her! She's all I have! Now she's been taken! You've never felt how I feel now!"

Realization at his words hit him, making him look to Krystal with wide eyes.

"You thinking about how stupid you are for saying that?" Krystal asked in a low, calm tone, reading his gaze. "I am trying, John. I could have gone with Lizzy and the others to get Jack, and don't think it didn't cross my mind, but I didn't. I stayed here to find Jasmine…to help you find her."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," John muttered, bowing his head.

She watched him as she pulled the ship's keys from her belt and unlocked the cell. He stepped toward her, bound hands outstretched in a silent request to be untied.

"No apologies necessary, mate," Krystal smirked, untying his hands. "All I ask is your cooperation. No more suicide attempts or temper tantrums, savvy?"

John nodded but instead of walking out of the cell, he sat back down on the bench with a sigh, holding his head in his hands as he slumped forward and shook his head. Krystal sighed, stepping into the cell and sitting next to him, waiting for him to vent, as she knew he needed to.

"Why didn't I stay with her in the boat?" he shuddered. "I could have been there to defend her! Or at least see who kidnapped her!"

"John, there was nothing you could have done," she murmured. "No doubt you would have been killed, too." John didn't move, or say a word, making her lift a hand to place it on his shoulder. "But there's something you can do now."

John finally looked up at her with hope and curiosity in his eyes.

"Hacer y esperanza."

"Fight and hope?" John translated with a frown of confusion before shooting to his feet and starting to pace then snapped, "Hope for what?! Hope that whoever took her hasn't hurt her?!"

"Unfortunately, yes," she replied, calmly. "We'll have to look for her."

"Where can we start? We know nothing!"

"We'll start with Killer Kan."

John shot a look of terror at her as he froze mid-step, recognizing the name and growled, "You don't think he did it? My, God, if her touches her—!"

"You'll have your chance for revenge, Mr. Stewart," Krystal cut in. "Yes, I believe it was he. It's no coincidence that your wife would be missing just as Tia Dalma would tell me to face my destiny."

John sighed in helplessness and turned to lean on the bars of the cell, asking, "Well, where are we sailing, then?"

"Isla de Asesino," Krystal replied, standing to step next to him and lean back on the bars to face him, crossing her arms in front of her. "Kan's home."

"That's not a real name, is it?" he scoffed in wonder. "'Kan'…it sounds like a word in another language."

"It is," she nodded. "It's Japanese. It means 'intuition' or 'sixth sense.' That's how he knows where his enemies are going to be. That's his 'power.'"

"How do we fight that?" he sighed again, turning as well to cross his arms and lean back on the bars, mirroring her stance.

"We don't," she confessed, making him look to her in wide-eyed disbelief as she looked up at him, continuing, "We don't worry about that. But we need to be sure that Killer Kan is on Isla de Asesino. We need to find Kan the Samurai."

A green glow suddenly came from the tattoo on Krystal's left arm, making her look to it with a frown and pull her sleeve down to get a better look at it as it became brighter and shot beams of light at the ceiling, blinding the both of them.

"What is that?" John wondered, lifting an arm to shade his eyes.

"How should I know?" Krystal retorted.

The green beams fluttered and shone onto the ceiling, their light waning just enough to show a picture above them. They both looked up at the image that formed of an island…and island that looked extremely familiar to Krystal.

"Captain," John breathed, staring at the ceiling in wide-eyed disbelief. "What's that island?"

"It's Isla de Asesino," she murmured back, just as breathless and staring at the image as well.

The image zoomed into a bunch of trees, allowing the two to see a small, Japanese style house.

"What is it?" John frowned in wonder.

"It's a Jap—" Krystal cut herself off in realization, making John look to her with a frown of wonder.

"Captain?" John prompted.

"Kan is Japanese…sort of," she explained, not taking her gaze off the image. "He was raised there. That's why Tia Dalma said my destiny was connected to this…I got this tattoo in Japan."

The picture shifted again, zooming in and taking the image into the house. They saw a blonde woman tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

"Jasmine!" John called, as if she could hear him.

The picture panned around to the door and framed in the doorway was a tall, broad-shouldered man in black. There was a sword on his hip and a pistol in his black leather belt. Everything the man wore was black, including the mask that covered his mouth and nose. Is golden eyes shone evilly through strands of chocolate brown hair.

"Killer Kan," Krystal breathed.

"Come and get me, Captain Robyn!" Kan shouted from the image.

The green beams suddenly turned to one and disappeared, taking the image with it. Krystal and John stared at her arm in disbelief. The tattoo on her arm of the dragon and the serpent had changed. The serpent was now coiled around the dragon.

"What's the significance of the change?" John wondered, stepping close to look to the tattoo.

"Probably because Kan is now coiled around my mind, taunting me," she replied, pulling her sleeve down as she stared ahead in rage.

"Taunting?" he echoed.

"Up on deck with me, Mr. Stewart," she ordered, racing out of the cell and back to the main deck, John on her heels. She turned to the helm where the bosun stood, steering the ship.

"Matthew!" she called. "Which way are we headed, presently?"

"Sou-east, ma'am!" Matthew replied in an Australian accent.

"Wrong way, lad! We should be going Nor-west!"

"Right, sorry, ma'am!"

"No apologies! Adjust our course!"

"The other way, Captain?" John whispered.

"That handsome boy isn't too bright. We're not headed the other way. At least…I don't think we are," Krystal shrugged before walking toward the galley as John frowned after her in confusion.

"That was a bit too Jack-like," he muttered before running up next to Matthew at the helm.

Matthew was seventeen, a bit young to be a bosun, but what else could the captain do about a stowaway's dreams of sailing the sea. After all, she was there once. The boy had straight, long, chocolate brown hair with a red sash tied around his head and charcoal eyes that were soft with compassion, something that would unfortunately be forced out of him. John knew it, and though he knew Krystal could see that too, he knew his captain would try to keep that compassion in him a little while longer.

"She never wants apologies, does she?" he asked John, spinning the helm to direct the ship.

"No, never," John replied, remaining next to the bosun.

"I know this is your wife that's been kidnapped," Matthew reported, straightening the course of the ship. "Just so you know, I'll fight with you to get her back."

"Thanks, Matthew," John smirked, sadly. "But I don't want you to be killed because of me."

"What makes you think I'll be killed?" Matthew frowned, defensively.

"This isn't your fight, Matthew. Thank you, but no."

A/N: I'm not good with directions, so, yeah. Anyways...now we know who took Jasmine, and it figures it would be Kan, eh? Ha ha! I tend to make things a bit confusing with my fics because there's a lot rattling around in my head. I had a hard time trying to make sense of this fic to myself...lol! So, if this ever doesn't make sense to you, the reader, leave your question in your review and I'll try to answer it as best as I can. I encourage questions with all my other fics too. Reviews, please!