A/N: Oh, look! Look at how fast this kind person has added another chapter! 3 Well, anyway, I have nothing better to do, so I'll do more typing. This chapter will be longer, so don't fret! For Lemony Leafe is here to type! BTW, thanks to anyone who reviewed chapter one already! I've noticed me grammar mistakes and I will be checking harder this chapter.

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-Lemony Leafe

Eternal Damnation - Chapter Two

Salty sea air blasted above and around the heads of the pirates, as they slowly pulled closer to the island. Foamy waves caused the Pearl to bob up and down; Barbossa hadn't expected the waters to be quite this rough, especially since the waters had been so calm farther out. It seemed almost illogical to Barbossa how the waves could be behaving in such a strange manner. It puzzled Barbossa, and he wasn't often puzzled. But the thought seemed almost irrelevant, considering the more important issues at hand. Still, he made a mental note of the waves that he could come back to later.

Black smoke fluttered up peacefully into the clear blue sky, plaguing it with dark gray clouds. A large red and orange fire burned on the beach, barely visible to the naked eye, since the Pearl was still so far off. Elizabeth was probably by that fire, or possibly in the forest. He hoped it was the fire; that would be so much easier than having to wait for her or, God forbid, having them enter to look for her. Barbossa turned away and leaned against the railing, looking out at the open sea again and giving it a small smirk. He couldn't even imagine his life without the sea… Gibbs walked up to Barbossa and leaned against the ship's railing next to him. Barbossa briefly looked at him, and then back out to sea.

"So, Captain Barbossa, what do we do when we lay anchor?" Gibbs asked, looking out at the ocean unfathomably. Barbossa gave him a shrug that subtly suggested boredom, and took a step away from the railing. He looked back at the island.

"Offer Elizabeth a proposition. Offer 'er a spot on the ship in return for helping us find Sparrow," Barbossa uttered. Gibbs nodded in response. There was another long silence as they drifted closer yet. It seemed to be lagging… long and eerie. Silent and dawdled… Barbossa sighed. Every trip he had taken since Calypso brought him back from the dead seemed longer and harder to weather. He assumed it was because so much had been drained out of him in order to live again; but he wasn't ready to stop yet. Never. In fact, it was perfectly okay with him if he died on the sea… who wouldn't want the sound of the ocean to be the last thing they heard?

"Well… what if Elizabeth refuses the offer? Or she can't 'elp us find Jack?" He asked, finally looking at Barbossa. Barbossa thought about it a moment, wind tossing his locks around his barren face.

"…We offer her Will and his freedom," Barbossa said with a lush grin. Gibbs did sort of a double take, his mouth a gape. He pushed away from the rail and walked right up to Barbossa with a shocked expression. Barbossa smiled at it.

"B-but you can't promise that! That's not even… not even possible!" Gibbs yelled. He flailed his arms a little bit when he talked. Barbossa could only react with a large smile, his crooked, yellow teeth showing, one or two with golden grills atop or in place of them. Gibbs blinked at him. Barbossa waved his hand toward Gibbs' post, ushering him to go back. Slowly, as though to say Barbossa was crazy, Gibbs backed away. Barbossa turned away from the ample man and toward the island once more. It had become a lot closer in the land few minutes. It would only be another few before they could drop their anchor and pick up Elizabeth.

Barbossa, grinned, turned toward his crew, and rang out loudly, "A'right, mates, get ready to weigh anchor! We'll be there within the next few minutes if we keep going this speed!"

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even highjack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho…

Jack Sparrow sang to himself as he studied the map to the Aqua de Viva. Immortality: what a pretty word. He enjoyed thinking it and saying it to himself constantly. "Jack Sparrow… immortal Jack Sparrow…" he mumbled quietly to himself as he paused from the song, "…immortal Captain Jack Sparrow… yes, that's the one." Grinning, he turned the pieces of the map, looking for words, hints to where the Aqua de Viva was. He had been on his dinghy for a day or two now and hadn't found anything but salt water... which, he admitted that it wasn't that great or epic of a find. He assumed that salt water had been discovered already...

Jack's eye twitched a little bit as he tried to focus over the map. He was already out of rum; he couldn't believe how fast it had gone. It was like it was there and then- poof! No more rum for Jack… maybe that was just the power of the rum working on him, though. He didn't really know anymore, he was just trying to figure out where the hell he was going. His compass kept pointing him in different directions, which really wasn't helping at all. It was sitting at his feet now, untouched for about four hours, maybe more.

Jack thought about Barbossa. Stupid bastard stole his ship. Again. What was it now, the third time? Jack had lost count… bloody prat of a man, that Barbossa. Jack turned away from his map and picked up the empty bottle of rum. He sighed. "The rum's always gone," he moaned, putting it back down and looking back at his map. He tapped his figures against the seat of the dinghy… patted his knees… thought for a moment… and mumbled to himself, "…and really bad eggs." He picked up the bottle of rum quickly, half expecting it to be full. It was still empty.

He blamed Barbossa. He took his ship... which contained all the rum! Jack would kill the bastard! Well, maybe not. He didn't have the heart to kill Barbossa… again. Even though the thought plagued Jack, he pretended that he wasn't thinking about it.

Minutes dragged into hours. Jack kept messing with his map until he finally found something. Three words that were so small that Jack could barely read them without having to touch the map to his nose.

Hidden In Water

Water? Jack thought. He looked over the edge of his tiny boat and into the water, the dinghy's left side sinking deeper. He saw his deformed reflection in the waves. He tilted his head to the right and watched for a moment, thinking as hard as he could even though he still seemed plagued because of his rum. A solution popped into his head.

He looked back at his map, then back at the water, then back to the map again. He didn't know if his solution was right, but anything was worth a try. Leaning back into the dinghy, he grabbed onto the sides of the circular map, lifted it, held it over the water, and slowly dipped it in. He watched in silence and titled his head to the left, as tinier words and more twists and turns appeared, glowing bright colours of blue an orange. "Well, this is new…" he mumbled quietly as he watched with pique. He had made the map more composite… he upheaved the item out of the water and put it back down on the seat. He moved the moist parts around until he had formed another new sentence.

Aqua de Viva situado subterrano

Jack recognized that. It was Spanish. Obviously, Barbossa had gotten the map from Singapore. Spanish used to be one of their main languages, possibly still was. He didn't know what it meant though… he mumbled to himself. "Aqua de Viva… fountain of youth," he said. His brow furrowed in thought. He pointed his index finger at the word 'subterrano'. He took a random assumption that the suffix 'terrano' meant terrain. And sub… under terrain perhaps? "No…" he mumbled, looking up at the sky. "Under… under… underground? Underground!" He said suddenly, looking straight ahead. He looked back down and made his interpretation.

Fountain of Youth located underground

Jack laughed. He'd found yet another clue. He still had no idea where underground it was, but it was probably down in some hidden cove behind a waterfall. He laughed again and continued twisting the pieces to find more. More roads began fitting together, pieces of the puzzle beginning to make more sense. He found Singapore on the map; but there were tons of other places he was that he had only heard rumors of. He laughed once more. "What a find!" He said. He paused and looked away from the map, at the horizon. "Keep a weathered eye on the horizon… and never will I say "what a find" again…" he mumbled to himself. He looked back down.

He saw his compass. It's ebonite top was glistening in the mid-day sunlight. He picked it up and held it in his hand. What do I want most? He thought. Incoherently, Jack opened the lid and watched the arrow spin in circles. He waited… but it kept spinning. Grunting madly, he clicked it shut and tossed it back down onto the dinghy floor.

He picked up the empty bottle of rum again and observed it. He adjusted his mast while still holding it in his hand, then looked at it again with annoyance. "Look's like I'll be doing this without any rum. It's a stretch… but hopefully worth the ancillary work I'll have to put in," he said to no one in particular, before putting the bottle down and returning to his song.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me…