Only Katrina

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean (movies, ride, characters, plot, dialogue, junior novelization, etc.). Any other tid-bits of creativity, however, are mine… in which I hope you will enjoy. Please be sure to read and review!

Author's Note: Yay, another sequel! Ok… I want to give a heads up here… I will write as diligently as possible and post as soon as possible, HOWEVER, I work a lot (5 jobs, no days off) and so, please don't be expecting the best and immediate postings! Please! I will try, but please bare with me with great patience! Oh, and if you have any ideas you think would be good for this story that you'd like me to write out, I would absolutely love to know about them! Just send me a note! Thank you!

Prologue

After all was said and done in the ordeal with Davy Jones, Jack and his wife returned to Port Royal with their dear friends, the Turners, to begin a more settled life.

This, however, did not go about as easily as all had hoped. For one, Elizabeth began to find her home without her father eerie and depressing; and then there was Jack. Although thrilled to have a son, and relieved to have survived Jones and Beckett, Sparrow was beginning to feel rather caged as he remained on land observing his new home being built and waiting on Norrington to gain the permission needed to give the pirate the freedom to take on the seas as a privateer against the French.

Katrina and Will were quick to notice the change of mood and interests in their spouses. Without hesitation, they planned a visit to see Katrina's father, who was located temporarily in Madrid. It was a perfect idea for Elizabeth, but Katrina wasn't convinced that Jack would last long there due to the lack of ocean views. And so, as Will made the arrangements of the Pearl, crew, and cargo, Katrina wrote to her father to contact her uncle that was a naval officer stationed at Cadiz.

Upon arriving in Spain, to her surprise and relief, Katrina was not only greeted by her Tio Miguel, but also by her father. Everything was taken care of in hiding the Pearl for a few days until decisions of the whereabouts of final lodging were established – for Elizabeth began to change her mind about going to Madrid, and Jack didn't like the idea whatsoever at being at the center of Spain's Royal Naval base.

Although in the comforts and protection of her uncle's mansion, Katrina found her husband to still be slightly anxious, catching him every now and then pacing along the balcony looking over the sea, compass in hand, eyes wandering between it and the horizon; she knew he wasn't going to win the battle to remain on land with her and their child. Therefore, with a loving heart, and for the umpteenth time, Katrina told the pirate captain to set sail on the Pearl. Like the previous times, Jack hesitated and quickly declined, but Katrina forced the truth out of him. Torn, but willing to take her blessing, Jack set off to Tortuga with Gibbs to find himself a proper crew for the mission that had been aching within him since he last saw Sao Feng's sea chart.

It was while in Tortuga that Sparrow came across Barbossa and – more importantly – the wanted map. However, it was also there that he lost the Pearl to Barbossa, again. Taking things in stride, Jack – with the chart he had stolen from Barbossa – set sail to Florida in a simple dingy.

In time, help coming from his compass and the map, Jack did find the Fountain of Youth. In fact, he drank from it. And yet, as he made an attempt to test its powers by slicing the palm of his left hand just as he had done in the Isle de Muerta, it did not instantly heal. Confused, slightly aggravated, but still somewhat proud at the fact that he had made it to this secret fount all on his own, Jack abandoned it and returned to Spain with the intention of unveiling as to why he had not gain immortality…