A/N: Okay, so this chapter is really short, but I promise the other chapters will be much longer. Enjoy your reading!
Chapter 1
Captain Jack Sparrow stared at a bottle in his hand, looking at his beloved Black Pearl with curiosity. It had been months since he got the bottle back from Blackbeard, and yet he could not get the ship out of the damn bottle. The Captain took a long chug of from his mug of rum, never removing his eyes from the Pearl. Jack and Joshamee Gibbs have been staying on Tortuga for a few days now, waiting for Captain Edward Teague to arrive. It was a rather cold night, and Poseidon was in a nasty mood for the sea was anything but calm. The rain poured down onto the tavern without mercy. It was oddly quiet and peaceful within the walls of the pub; it made Gibbs rather uncomfortable as he constantly would shift in his seat from time to time.
"Ye have been staring at that for quite some time, Jack," Gibbs spoke in a hushed tone to his Captain. Jack never looked away from the bottle, he only grunted in response. Gibbs remained silent, unsure of what to say to break the silence. He shifted in his seat again, clearing his throat at the same time. "What kind o' black magic did Blackbeard use, anyway?"
"Some sort of hoodoo," Jack responded shortly.
"Uh, don't ya mean voodoo, Captain?"
Jack ripped his eyes away from the bottle and gave Gibbs a look as though he were growing an extra head. "Do you know nothing, mate?" When Gibbs returned the same look, Jack sighed impatiently. "Voodoo is based off of a religion in the Caribbean culture, mostly Haiti. Hoodoo is the magic the culture uses based off of the religion. You know, with spirits and such."
Gibbs nodded. I made sense and yet it didn't.
Thunder suddenly rumbled violently, causing the tables and chairs to shake from the vibration. The entrance door burst open as a tall dark shadow walked through it. The sound of heavy boots clunked onto the floor as the dark figured walked up slowly to the captain and his first mate. The two gentlemen stared at the figure as it stalked closer to them. Jack squinted his eyes from drunkenness. Once he realized who it was standing before them, a grin slowly spread across his face.
" 'Ello, Jackie," Teague grumbled as he sat himself down next to his son. His face was grim and dark.
Seeing this, Jack grabbed a bottle of rum and handed it to his father, "rum?"
Without saying a word, Teague grabbed the bottle from Jack's hand and took a swig.
" 'Hello Cap'n Teague," Gibbs spoke softly. "Tis been a long time."
"Indeed it has, Master Gibbs," Teague replied. The older captain turned to Jack with a dark look in his eyes, "I heard you needed to see me, boy." Jack said nothing, handing over his father the cursed bottle. Teague took it gingerly, inspecting it carefully before handing it back to his son. "Who did this?"
"That would be the one and only, Blackbeard," Jack answered.
"I'm afraid I cannot help ye, Jackie. This is dark magic; the only one who can break the curse is if the one who did the curse was willing to break it. Since, you killed blackbeard, there is nothing you can do."
Jack pouted, "there has to be something."
Teague paused for a moment, taking the bottle of rum and drinking from it. He looked Jack in the eye before sighing, "How desperate are you?"
Jack leaned in, knowing there was indeed a way. "Pretty desperate, mate."
"There is one thing that can break the spell, but it may you cost ye yer own life."
Jack grimaced and looked at Teague with slight disgust, "I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
Teague let a small smile escape his lips from amusement. His son was a smart man, but he was also a coward. "There is a river enchanted by Poseidon himself. Ye take this bottle, fill it with the water from the river and yer ship will break free from the curse."
Jack furrowed his eyebrows, "I have never heard of this river. Where is it located?"
"The city of Atlantis."
Gibbs choked on rum as he heard the name, "It's nothing more than a legend, a myth!"
"Aye, and where do ye think such stories come from, I wonder?" Teague challenged. "The city is real, mate. I have proof."
"Where is it then?" Jack asked eagerly.
Teague stood from his seat, "Aboard me ship, lads. We will sail by dawn."
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