The next day when they sighted land that they discerned to be Singapore, Helena and Jack barely had any interface, and when confrontation did occur, it was awkward, and filled with painful pauses. Finally, Jack had had enough of the silence between them, and decided to do something about it. As soon as they docked. Maybe a bit after. Sometime, at least… He had to do it sometime before she got out of his reach…That was it. He was going to do something tonight, there was no doubt about it. He just now had the problem of deciding what exactly to do.

They made it to the harbor safely, but the Navy docked that night. The native Asians were bustling through the port and through the docks, and Helena could not be more excited. She was so close to finding Crispin…she knew it. She just knew it. She ran off the ship faster than the rest of the crew, Jack on her tail, to Susanna's shock.

Now, Helena had not spoken to Susanna for three days, and Susanna was starting to get antsy, what, with no 'women' aboard…she'd been just short of harassed by the men for the past few days. And it wasn't like Jack did anything about it, he was more concerned with other things. And especially this day, that they had reached Singapore, Jack had seemed especially distant.

Helena suddenly stopped dead in her tracks when she reached the Port streets, and Jack had to stop fast to keep from running into her.

"Helena?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. She said nothing, just turned her head this way and that, looking around. There was a vast assortment of people before her, of all races and colors, it seemed. The streets, even after dark, were teeming with life, and it was hard, even in the light, to tell one face from another. Jack stood behind Helena, surveying the sight before them.

"And we take in the sight that is Singapore." He said with a chuckle. Helena looked back at him as though she were just noticing him, and then looked away suddenly, and back to the mass of people, animals, and carts. It all looked rather primitive, the little shops, the small buildings…the lights twinkling in the distance from families' houses far above the port streets. It was a lot to digest.

"Crispin, where are you…?" Helena murmured to herself quietly. Jack didn't appear to hear her.

"Now, to finding this brother of yours…" Helena looked back at him again.

"Where…where do I start?" Jack raised a finger.

"Now what's this 'I' business? You're going to need my help, Ellie." She looked confused.

"You want to help me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Silence.

"Ah…our business last night."

More silence.

"Ellie, I don't understand why you-"

"Jack, you know damn well why I'm hesitant!"

"There's no need to get angry, Ellie."

"No! You don't get it! I just…I just…I'm sorry!" She cried, and a few of the passersby looked at her oddly, and then continued about their lives. Jack watched her for a moment, then grinned.

"Nothing to be sorry about, love. Now, let's get to finding this lost brother." He began strolling off, and called back to the confused Helena, "Best to follow me, love, or you might find yourself in a position you don't want to be in, savvy?" Helena, hearing this, scurried off after him quickly, following him through backstreet after backstreet, until they came to a small pub. The name was written above it in an Asian dialect, and Jack led her in slowly.

Once inside, Helena was fascinated. It looked much larger from the inside, with rafter showing, and men hanging from them by their arms, and their legs, and even sitting on them, or swinging from the chandeliers, and other men on the floor, chasing the barmaids and serving girls, or throwing bottles at one another…it was utter chaos, and Helena could not have been laughing harder. Jack raised an eyebrow at her, but she didn't see, too busy was she taking in the scene.

"Like it, do you?" A rum bottle suddenly came flying past, and Jack caught it before it hit the wall, uncorking it, and looking inside of it carefully. Helena looked up at him, her laughter dying down to a chuckle.

"Seems like your kind of place, Captain Sparrow." He took a drink of the rum, and grinned.

"Precisely." He said, looking around. "Now, what are the appearances of this brother you're talking about?" Helena smiled, thinking about Crispin.

"Well…He's always been taller than I, and is very thin. He has dark brown hair, and kind green eyes…he always had such a sweet face…" She looked so happy, thinking about her brother. Jack just watched her, amazed. He truly could not remember looking that happy the last time he thought of his family. Helena returned back to reality moments later when a man and a younger girl shoved their way past her. She looked a bit disgruntled, but quickly recovered, and looked over at Jack. "So?" Jack thought about this for a moment.

"Well. This is a good place to start…I've not known a pirate who didn't head straight for the bar when he made land…" Helena frowned.

"My brother is not a pirate." It was Jack's turn to frown.

"He sailed to Singapore, supposedly, on his own. I know of few merchant sailors who would dock in a port such as Singapore. Helena looked shocked.

"My brother is a good, reputable man! He would never sail under a pirate's flag!" She exclaimed. Jack put a hand on her shoulder.

"When we find him, you can ask him yourself." Helena narrowed her eyes, but followed him as he made his way through the tavern. Jack walked straight to the bar, and ordered two mugs of rum for himself and Helena, who looked a bit annoyed.

"Why are we getting drinks?" She hissed. "We should be looking for my brother!" She growled as Jack paid for the rum, and moved them to a table towards the back of the room, out of the way of the fights. She took a small drink of her rum, and then glared at Jack.

"As nice as this was for you to buy me rum, WE NEED TO LOOK FOR MY BROTHER. You know, my brother, the reason I came here IN THE FIRST PLACE." Helena frowned, and Jack took a long drink of rum.

"I understand that, dearie." He replied calmly. "But this is as good a place as any place to start." Helena looked reluctant, but nodded, sighing in resignation.

"I suppose you're right…"

They must have waited for what seemed like hours, and had gone through at least three mugs of rum apiece. No sign of Crispin. Helena was dozing off, her back to the bar, and Jack was close to nodding off himself when something, or, rather, someone, caught his eye. He peered over his mug at the bar where a younger man stood, his hair short, and dark brown. From here, he could not see the man's eye color, but he could see that he was tall, and lean.

"Ellie." He murmured, trying to rouse Helena. He put a hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. "Ellie!"

"Wha-what?" Helena asked groggily, her eyes half-lidded.

"I think your brother is here." She woke up almost instantly.

"Where!" She sat up straight, looking around, and Jack had to stifle a laugh.

"I believe he's at the bar, love." Helena scanned the bar until she saw who he meant. She squinted, trying to make out his facial features, and suddenly her eyes widened.

"Cr-Crispin…." She stood, as if in a trance, and made her way to him. Jack watched her, and followed, abandoning the empty flagons, and the little table.

Crispin Craven was sitting at the bar, waiting for his drink. He'd only taken a few sips, when he saw Helena. His eyes widened, and his the first thing he noticed was that she was wearing some of his old clothes.

"H-Helena?" He called to her, and she suddenly ran to him, her hat that she had been wearing falling off, a few strands of hair falling out of it, around her ponytail.

"Crispin!" She cried, and a few of the men and women around them stopped whatever they were doing, and watched Crispin hold Helena close as she hugged him tightly. He led her, and Jack as well, who was following Helena, outside and into the quiet back road. There they stood face to face for a moment, and suddenly, just as Jack was walking out the door, Helena uttered a cry, and flew into Crispin's arms again, the two laughing, and Helena crying happy tears.

"Helena! Helena, my dear sister!" Jack leaned against the outside wall of the tavern, watching.

"Crispin! Oh Crispin, I missed you so much!" She noticed everything about this moment. Crispin wore a dark brown coat with gold trim, black boots, a baggy white shirt, and a grey vest. He had a black belt draped across his chest, and a sword hung from it. He held her away from him for a moment. "Crispin...I…we…mother, father, and I…we thought…we thought you were…" She buried her face in his chest again, crying. "I'm so glad you're safe…" Crispin smiled at her, smoothing down her hair.

"I think there's much for us to talk about, my dear Helena." She looked up at him, and then her eyes found Jack.

"Crispin! You need to meet Jack." She said, pulling from him, and moving to stand next to Jack. Crispin's brow went up.

" 'Jack'? Jack Sparrow?" Jack raised a finger.

"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." Helena looked confused.

"You know Jack?"

"More like I know of Jack." Crispin replied with a chuckle. Jack grinned.

"Word travels fast in the world of pirates." Crispin laughed, nodding.

"It does, my friend." Helena looked shocked.

"Pirates! Crispin, please tell me you've not put in with their lot…" Jack looked offended.

"Helena…." Crispin started, but thought better of it. "We need to go someplace where we can talk." Jack nodded.

"Let's head to the Selkie." He suggested, and Helena nodded.

"Yes…we need to speak of many things, it seems." She said, sighing. Crispin, too, nodded.

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