A/N: new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 2: Cocos

"Once again, another shore covered in thick, ominous mist," John groaned as he rowed the long boat toward the shore of a beach on Cocos.

"It's her cover," Krystal smirked as she stood on the bow of the boat. "Rebecca likes her privacy."

"Obviously, but does it have to be so thick?" Jack wondered, sitting at Krystal's feet. "We can hardly see a thing."

"I can see just fine," Jasmine chimed in with a smirk sitting next to John, her husband.

"That's because you lived on a foggy island for years," John retorted, and Jasmine made a face at him in return.

"I agree," Matthew said, sitting at the stern of the boat. "I can't see a thing either."

"Matthew, what did I tell you?" Krystal asked. "You could come along, but you had to be the 'stealth' man. You're supposed to be quiet."

"Yes, ma'am," Matthew mumbled. "I'm sorry, ma'am."

"A bit hard on him, ain't ye, love?" Jack murmured, not wanting to override her order.

"Here, you can never be too hard on your pirate protégé," Krystal replied. "We must all be on guard."

"You think she'll try something?" Jack frowned in wonder.

"She may be a friend, but we are both pirates," Krystal answered, not looking away from the shore they were approaching.

"Bit paranoid, are we, love?"

"With good reason. Rebecca reminds me of a side of me I don't much like."

"What side is that, deary?"

"My dark side."

The boat came to a sudden and soft bump and Krystal jumped out as the rest of the group following.

"Matthew," Krystal called, turning to him. "You stay with the boat. If anything happens I want you to head back to the ship ¿Me entiende?" (Understand me?)

Matthew nodded and climbed back into the long boat.

"Are you sure, Captain?" John wondered, helping Jasmine out of the boat.

"I'm sure," Krystal nodded again, facing the fog covered island. "Now, let's go. We have a long walk ahead of us."

Three hours later...

Just as they reached the base of the highest hill in the center of the jungle, Jasmine and Jack collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as Krystal and John remained standing, looking up at the thing.

"Me tootsies are in pain!" Jack complained as he sat up, facing the hill with Krystal standing behind him.

"I can't breathe!" Jasmine gasped as John stood behind her, next to Krystal, and they looked to each other.

"Should I knock, or yell?" Krystal asked him.

"Whatever ye think is best, Captain," John shrugged.

"Right," she nodded with a smirk then turned her gaze to the hill again to shout, "Oi! What's a pirate have to do around 'ere to get a decent 'Welcome'?"

"What're ye doin', love?" Jack wondered, still sitting.

"Being rude," Krystal replied flatly.

"It's the only thing to get Rebecca out," John explained. "She hates rudeness."

"Hate is an understatement," Krystal chuckled, none of them looking from the hill.

"Quite right."

Jack shot to his feet and drew his sword at the sound of the voice coming from their left and shuffled closer to Krystal. John quickly gripped Jasmine's arm and pulled her to her feet just as she began scrambling up and pulled her behind him.

"You're all so paranoid," Krystal sighed, placing a hand on Jack's armed hand as he shot wide eyes at her.

"Look who's talking!" he reminded her.

"Rebecca, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't scare my crew out of their minds," Krystal called as she stepped in front of Jack as he lowered his sword.

"I'm not part of your crew, love," Jack muttered which earned him a jab in the foot with Krystal's heel, making him cry out softly in pain.

"Sorry, Krystal," the voice chuckled before someone finally emerged from the thick fog around them.

The four made out a figure coming closer as they heard twigs snapping and leaves crunching a pair of boot steps. A woman with pale skin, robust build, piercing dark brown eyes and black, waist long hair stood before them. She wore a red shirt with a black vest over it, a black silk sash tied around her waist, black breeches and black leather boots, a black leather, three-cornered hat sitting on her head. If Krystal's friends hadn't known better, they'd have guessed she and Rebecca were related.

"Bienvenidos, Capitán Robyn," Rebecca smirked.

"Gracias, Beck," Krystal nodded, removing her own hat and bowing grandly at her waist. She stood tall again and slapped her hat back on her head before gesturing grandly to the three behind her. "These are my crew, save Jack, here."

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please?" Jack corrected, bowing as well.

"You remember my first mate, John Stewart," Krystal continued, gesturing to John.

"I do," Rebecca nodded, turning her gaze to John. "You're still sailing with this impulsive thing?"

"Still," John nodded with a scoff.

"I haven't stopped him from being happy, however," Krystal quickly added, seeing the look in the other woman's eyes and stepped closer to John, gesturing to the blonde behind him. "This is his wife, Jasmine."

She gripped Jasmine's hand and dragged her out from behind John. Rebecca looked at Jasmine in shock then quickly examined the blonde for a moment.

"Pretty thing," she finally said, emotionlessly then turned her attention to Captain Robyn. "So, Krystal, what brings you to me island?"

"A simple visit," Krystal shrugged, letting go of Jasmine's hand and stepping toward the other captain again, tapping Jack's sword hand to silently tell him to sheath his sword. "Thought we'd do some catching up."

"Seems you've come just at the right time," Rebecca smirked. "I was just cooking up a plan to become very rich."

"Is that so?" Krystal smirked back. "Why not let me in on it, eh?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to help, actually."

"I hate to break up this lovely reunion, but I heard something about gettin' rich," Jack interrupted with a grin, slinging an arm around Krystal's shoulders. "Count me in on it, love."

"Good," Rebecca grinned as well. "We'll need all the help we can get with this."

"And why is that?" Krystal wondered, getting impatient with Rebecca's mysterious behavior.

Rebecca didn't say anything and instead, strode slowly toward Krystal. Jack instinctively pulled Krystal a but closer and she allowed it.

Rebecca stood close to Krystal's ear and whispered, "I've found it."

"Found what?" Krystal frowned in wonder.

"The place that's only been rumored," the other woman grinned. "The place that Cortes tried for but never won."

Krystal's eyes shot wide at Rebecca who nodded with a knowing grin.

"You can't mean it," Krystal breathed in disbelief.

"What?" Jack frowned, glancing between the two women. "What can't she mean, love?"

"Oh, yes, Krystal," Rebecca breathed with a smirk. "I have found the City of Gold."

"I knew a city of silver once," Jack threw in.

"You're telling me you've found El Dorado?" Krystal breathed again.

"Whatever you call it, it's all the same," Rebecca said. "If we went there together, we could split everything, right down the middle."

"I get a bit too, right love?" Jack chimed in again, nudging Krystal with his arm still slung around her shoulders.

"It could all be ours, Krystal," Rebecca grinned, ignoring Jack completely. "All we need do is get our hands dirty a bit."

Krystal's eyes shifted from shock and awe to disbelief and confusion.

"Get our hands dirty?" she wondered with a frown with a frown across her brow.

"Don't tell me you got squeamish over the years," Rebecca grinned, deviously. "We can't have all those natives sniveling about our gold. We'll need to get rid of them all."

Krystal stared at Rebecca in total disbelief and stumbled back, confusing Jack, John and Jasmine, none of them having heard what Rebecca had been saying.

"What's wrong, love?" Jack called, his arm lowering from her shoulders as she stepped away still staring at Rebecca and looking completely horrified.

"Captain?" John tried, but Krystal still said nothing.

"Perra enferma!" (You sick bitch!) Krystal finally spat, her rage overpowering every other emotion. "You mean to say you're going to follow through with Cortes had planned?"

"The only reason Cortes failed was because he had mere guns and swords," Rebecca replied, coolly. "His idea was right, but his fire power was less than what we pirates have at our disposal."

Krystal glared at the woman and marched directly in front of her to growl, "You're willing to commit genocide for gold?"

"You've killed for less, I'm sure," Rebecca retorted, dismissively.

"I only kill when someone picks a fight that can only be settled in death," Krytsal corrected through gritted teeth. "Someone pushes me, I push back. I don't murder innocent people!"

"How does a pirate raid ports and gain treasure without killing a few innocent people?" Rebecca retorted.

"Tell her how we raid, Mr. Stewart," Krystal ordered without turning her burning gaze from the captain in front of her.

"Silently, in the dead of night," John replied, taking Jasmine's hand at hearing his captain's tone.

"Not very dignified for a pirate, is it?" Rebecca smirked, evilly. "Dead men tell no tales, and all that."

"I'll not kill for you," Krystal ground out.

"Then you won't to," Rebecca shrugged, patting Krystal's shoulder. "I'll take care of the killing. You make sure all the booty gets in the ships. We'll split it when we get back here." Rebecca turned around to walk away, waving a hand toward the direction she was heading and calling, "Follow me. We set sail westward tomorrow morning. Till then, you four can rest in my home."

"No."

Rebecca made a dead stop and turned on her heel, slowly to face Krystal as the other three watched the scene with wide eyes.

"What was that?" Rebecca wondered if she'd heard right.

"I said no," Krystal repeated. "I'm not going to murder innocents just to swipe some shinys. It's not my way. I'll steal and fight to keep it, but I won't kill in cold blood."

Rebecca sighed and shook her head hopelessly, sighing, "Krystal, I really like you, but it seems you've gone and made me mad. You can't call yourself my friend if you won't even go along with this wonderful plan of mine. And besides, you owe me for saving your life. If not for me, those Sirens would've been picking your flesh from their teeth. Is this any way to pay me back for my good deed?"

"Rebecca," Krystal sighed in return, crossing her arms over her chest and looking the other woman straight in the eye. "Vete a hacer puñetas." (Go to hell)

Rebecca scoffed with a smirk and shook her head again. She lifted one hand and the four of them placed their hands on their swords but Rebecca only snapped her fingers. Out from nowhere, five sailors with brandished swords appeared and started inching toward the group as they huddled together in a circle facing outward.

"Maybe, it would've been wiser not to make her angry, love," Jack muttered to Krystal who glared at him before drawing her sword.

"Let the fun begin," she smirked, facing ahead again.

A/N: oh snap! reviews?