"Are we done docking yet?" Jack scowled.

"Nearly." Gibbs responded. He peered over the railing. "The anchor is nearly down."

"Good." He said. "I need to find and speak with a certain pirate."

The First mate ignored him. "Captain, we're free to leave the ship now."

"See you here at sunset, Mister Gibbs." Jack told him with a small smile.

"See ye, Captain."

It'd been two years since the fight against Davy Jones' ship, the Flying Dutchman. It was hard, but Jack had barely just gotten over the fact that he wouldn't see his father for a long time. They needed to help him, obviously. The reason he decided to dock here in Tortuga was to restock the ship, of course, and second of all look for Edward Teague.

Jack reached the main part of town. He made his way through alleys and a few shops, looking and scanning the crowds.

"Looking for someone, boy?" A deep, older voice came from behind.

He spun around, studying the older pirate. He had long, black hair, just like his father's own. The man had a kind, wise face. He immediately knew who he was.

"Edward Teague, yes?" He double-checked.

"Aye, boy, that's my name." Teague replied. "What do ye need of me?"

"To talk." Jack responded. "But somewhere where we won't be overheard."

"I know a place." The man told him quietly. "Follow me."

After entering a small bar, they slid into an empty booth. It wasn't very comfortable, but it was the best they had. Teague looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"So, this is about your son-my father, whatever." Jack began. "He killed Davy Jones and now he's the captain of the Flying Dutchman."

"Ye want to save him." Teague guessed.

He nodded slowly. "Yes...I do." Then he offered,"If you can help, you can ride the Black Pearl with us. You won't have to help the crew."

The older pirate considered this for a silent moment before replying. "And if we took my ship?"

"I'd help the crew of your ship, I swear." Jack told him. Then he suggested,"What if we took both ships?"

"We'd need twice the amount of men."

"Yes, but then we'd stand a better chance against the Dutchman's crew if we have to fight."

"Fight them?" Teague grumbled. "Boy, have you learned nothing? They can't be killed, as long as the curse is on them. We need to break the curse!"

"Okay, we'll break the curse." He agreed. "So, are you in?"

"I am. For Jackie."