"Black sails?" I asked. "Please tell me you didn't say black sails." I stood perfectly still, hardly breathing, not even blinking. Black sails meant the Black Pearl. The Black Pearl meant Jack Sparrow. Jack Sparrow meant something crazy was going to happen.

"Yes, I said black sails. You know the ship?" My father asked.

"Unfortunately." I mumbled, pushing past him up to the deck. The wind was with the sails- he was going to catch up to us easily.

"Should we run out the cannons?" My father followed me up.

"No." I replied, almost wanting to say yes. The old fool had to be trying to get me caught up in one of his crazy schemes. Thankfully, it had been over 30 years since I'd last seen him. He was probably in his seventies by now, though last time he hardly seemed to have aged. "A miracle he hasn't been mutinied against." I muttered under my breath. I glanced to the Dutchman's stern. The Pearl was getting closer.

"Is she a threat?" My father asked.

"Only the captain. And even then, just to me personally." I said, recalling everything Jack had gotten me into in the past. My father started at me like I was crazy. I might as well have been- then I'd be on Jack's level. I glanced behind again. The Pearl was extremely close now. "Lower the port anchor." I said.

"Captain?" My father asked.

"Do it. Maybe he'll go away if I give him the chance to talk." I answered.

"Aye, sir." He said. "Lower the port anchor!" He yelled to the crew, walking off to make sure it was done. The Dutchman jerked to a halt, and the Pearl pulled up on our starboard side.

"Dear William!" I heard someone yell from the other ship.

"Why does he call me that?" I asked myself. I looked around for Jack, and was more than surprised when I saw him. He was no older than the last time I saw him.

"Jack? Why...you..." He laughed.

"All to be explained...if I can come aboard, 'Captain'. See, I need a little help..." He said.

"I knew it." I said under my breath. I turned to him and gestured toward my ship. "Sure." I said. "It doesn't matter what I'll say. You'll come over anyway."

"Aye." He smiled.


"So you actually found the fountain of youth?" I asked.

"I did." He said triumphantly.

"Well, what do you need from me then? It seems like since you found the fountain of youth..." He cut me off.

"Thats part of the problem." He said.

"The fountain of youth?" I asked, usure of what would come.

"I'm not the only one who found it." He began. "And the other person...well...they aren't exactly proud to know me..." He took a breath. "I don't know what they want. But they've been following me lately."

"So you need me to help you fight them?" I asked, wondering how he would sucker me into whatever he needed.

"No, no." He said quickly. "Not fight. Just run."

"Run? Who from?" I asked.

"The other person who found the fountain." He said matter-of-factly, turning his face from me. He knew it wasn't the answer I wanted.

"Yes Jack. That I know. I want a name." I said.

"Well..." He began.

"Will. We've spotted another ship on the horizon." My father interrupted.

"Her colors?" I asked for the third time that day.

"I can't really tell what they are. They look like a Jolly Roger, but they're blue." My father said with a confused face.

"Blue?" Jack asked. "Like a dark blue with a lighter blue stripe down the middle and skull and crossbones?" He asked suspiciously.

"Yes." Bill answered, staring at Jack. "You know the flag?"

"No, never seen it." Jack answered quickly.

"This is who you want to run from, I presume." I glared at Jack.

"Yea...yea this is who I'm running from. But her ship is faster than the Pearl."

"Her?" I asked. Jack made a face. He obviously wasn't planning on telling us it was a woman he was running from. "A past 'girlfriend' I'm guessing."

"No...not exactly." He said, beginning to walk up toward deck. My father and I followed him, and the three of us glanced over the stern. A ship was approching fast.

"She too close to run from." My father said next to me.

"I'll have to face her." Jack said, grimacing. The ship approched the Dutchman's port side. I could see the name "Wandering Corsair" painted on her side. Her anchors lowered and a figure appeared on the starboard side of the Corsair. It was in fact a woman.