Sorry I procrastinated so much! But here it is! And I hope you like it! Actually took me a lot to write lol

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I also changed the name of the fic! This used to be Safe and Sound.

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Aiden sighed as he touched land as he retrieved his effects from the dingy. He looked over and saw The Death Seeker fading off into the horizon.

Aiden took hasten to retrieve his effects; Aiden strapped his sheathed sword, pistol, bullets, extra powder to his waist as he strapped his guitar with a small rope around the neck of it.

*flashback*

"I hate ta see ya off lad. Ya were good arms round the ship." Terrace muttered as he tossed Aiden's effects into the leaky dingy.

"I be not what they say I am, yer believe me don't ye?" Aiden whispered.

"Of course. I don't think ye kill yer own motha. I jus can't believe yer a navy boy. But even if ya are, I didnae think ya deserve this."

"Thanks Terrace. Ye a good pirate." Aiden said as he jumped into the dingy.

"But why ye helpin me. And where's everybody?"

"Well," Terrace looked back behind him warily before turning back to Aiden.

"I hear that the Captain wasn't gonna actually let you go to Tortuga."

"What are you talking about Ter? I see Tortuga right there."

Aiden gazed past the miles of fog to the distant island of Tortuga.

Now to mention it, they were quite far from the land of Tortuga…

"Anyways if you happen ta escape, and knock meh out, who was on watch, ye could live… just be sleepin wit one eye open fer the rest of yer life."

"But-" Aiden stated to state.

"But it be better than havin' a league of rope round yer throat, while Captain ties ten cannonballs on the other end eh?"

Aiden sighed. Terrace was right, but he didn't want to actually hurt him.

"Thanks. Ter and sorray. Maybe we meet again unda different circumstances. Tell Maeson I said farewell."

Now Rememba, when ya get ta Tortuga, keep yer fists clenched and possessions close."

"Alright, but you'll tell Maeson righ'?"

"Will do. Now ye got bout twenty minutes before the crew come out."

"Ter?"

Terrace sighed at the talkative lad.

"What?"

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"For this."

Aiden suddenly knocked out an suspecting, yet unsuspecting Terrace with a right punch square on his cheek.

Terrace hit the deck out cold.

Aiden took out his sword and cut the rope holding up the dingy, and he fell fifteen feet to the ocean surface with a splash.

From there he took his paddles and rowed for dear life…

*End Flashback*

Aiden sighed heavily as his feet touched sound ground.

He'd miss the blasted ship that he ran from, his ship mates, and surpisingly the Captain that wanted to kill him.

"Bloody hell, I'm too sentimental." Aiden muttered as he trudged up the dirty street, stepping over drunk and passed out bodies, men being dragged by wagons, and avoiding the strayed punches of men…and women in fights...

Jack Sparrow and Will Turner walked side by side, or well, mainly Jack mainly leading though the familiar streets of Tortuga with ease, knowing the body littered, urine filled streets like the back of his own tanned hand.

"More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep this sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga , savvy? What do you think?" Jack said as snatched a nice looking cane from an unsuspecting person as they passed men shooting holes in barrels of brandy, letting the liquor pour over their faces, emptying into their mouths, as some peeked under a lady's dress who sat atop the barrels.

Will looked upon the filthy man drinking from two tankards drunkedly, the liquor pouring all over his face, but he didn't seem to mind.

Then the smell of the man; an unclean, putrid smell came from said man.

"It'll linger." Will said with a slight grimace.

'He'll get used to it' Jack thought, waving the boy off as they stopped.

" I'll tell you mate, if every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted." Jack said pointedly with one of his signature, odd hand gestures.

As a woman dressed in red approached them, as Jack smiled and walked up to her, despite her scowling painted lips.

"Scarlett!"

Then said Scarlett slapped him harshly across the face, Jack's dreadlocks swinging with the force of the slap.

"Not sure I deserved that." Jack muttered as he rebounded just as Will winced for Jack and saw yet another lady approaching, looking much madder than the last.

However Jack just smiled. "Giselle!"

"Who was she?" Giselle questioned angrily about Scarlett.

"Wot?" Jack asks plainly, simply from not hearing the blonde lass.

Time seemed to repeat itself as Jack landed himself another hand to the face, but harder than the last, Jack's eyes widening in pain slightly, along with confusion.

"I migh've deserved that…"

Will looked at a traveler looking man with disdain as he bumped his shoulder with his bulky guitar until the tanned man turned around and apologized.

"It's quite all right."

The man smiled and nodded his head at the two men, one who was just straightening up from a mighty slap the traveler happened to barely see.

Will winced as the cheerful man's face collide with an unprovoked punch from a dirty stranger, causing the two to tumble and fight on the ground rolling in mixtures of alcohol and urine, two or three extra men joining in for fun.

"Aye, the poor poets never get peace do they? Ah, the beautiful wonders of Tortuga aye? Come on Mr. Turner, unless you want to join in with the poor poet?"

Will quickly shook his head, following the Captain through the streets of Tortuga, not wanting to end up like that poor poet.

"Jack, if I may ask, what exactly are we doing in Tortuga?" Will asked as his nose crinkled from barnyard putrid smell.

"To meet a friend. My dear friend Mr. Gibbs o' course. We just have to find him first, but I have an idea where, no worray." Jack said with and awkward gesture of his hand, which still held the cane.

"Aye, here. This here malodorous, most foul smelling of places… The Pig Pen." Jack said as he carelessly tossed away the cane, almost hitting a passed out drunk with it.

"Why here?"

"Because I found him here last time." Jack answered with another weird waving-pointing gesture.

"…And I'm righ'."

Will saw as he saw a dirty man with slightly graying mutton chops laying in the pig pen, actually using a pig a pillow.

Jack picked up two pails of water that were actually drinking pails for the hogs and handed one to Will.

Jack smirked as he pours the entire bucket of water all over a sleeping Gibbs.

Gibbs woke with a dazed jolt, instantaneously waving around a dangerous dagger.

"Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot!" Gibbs yelled waving around the dagger.

Gibbs eyes squinted and after a moment recognized the dreadlock and red bandana fashioned man holding an empty pail.

"Mother's love! Jack ! You should know better than ta wake a man when he's sleepin'. 'S bad luck." Mr. Gibbs said with a slight grimace.

"Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys, the man who was sleeping, a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking." Jack said as he kneeled down beside Gibbs with raised expected eyebrows.

"…Aye, that'll bout do it." Gibbs said as he took Jack's hand, and Jack pulled him up to his feet.

Will then splashed his pail upon Mr. Gibbs.

Gibbs gasped in shock and frustration, dripping wet from yet another pail of water.

"Blast! I'm already awake!" Gibbs yelled, wanting an explanation.

Jack turned with amusement to Will, wondering why he actually threw the pail of sloppy water on Mr. Gibbs again.

"That was for the smell." Will clarified innocently.

"Get off meh ya no good scaly pickpocketing crooks!" Aiden bellowed as he fought against the, now five men fighting against him for fun.

Apparently it was fun to fight against someone who fought back. Aiden didn't think so. At least not one against five.

Aiden repeatedly punched the other man until he was unconscious, and was missing a tooth, or three.

The others scuffled away from Aiden slightly smiling. They weren't giving up.

"That be a nice guitar on yer back. It fetch a pretty shilling or two I reckon." A shorter grungy man said the others nodding greedily.

Aiden warily stood up, looking at the four men, staring at his prized possession.

Are these the kind of people who live in Tortuga? Yarida was lawless, but not this lawless. Aiden wasn't used to this type of fight unless cannons, ships, and the seas was involved.

This was ruthless.

"No. No. Don't ye little no good bilge rat scalywags even think about taking this here guitar."

They all just smiled and came towards Aiden, when kicks and knees met guts, punches met faces, and two more men fell. Aiden smiled through a busted lip as he thought he was winning until a well-placed kick met Aiden's groin.

Aiden's eyes shut fast as his bloodied and bruised hands instinctively went to protect his family jewels from any further harm as he sunk to his knees down to the dusty floor.

He had not expected that.

"You cheated." Aiden said in a strained voice, vein popping from the side of his neck in order to keep from yelping out in immense pain .

"Oy, who say I play fair?" The taller one smiled as he punched the man next to him out cold, before delivering the same blow to Aiden, who fell limply to the ground, as his vision went completely black before his face collided with the hard packed soil.

The man went and slid the pretty looking guitar off Aiden's shoulder, grinning madly, ignoring Aiden's other effects.

"I tink I done just keep ya fer meself. Ye are a pritty little thing ain' ya. Welcome to Tortuga!" The man laughed as he kick dust in an unconscious Aiden's face before walking away with his new prize.

Welcome to Tortuga.

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