Later, in the Captain's Cabin of the Black Pearl...

"Jack, I can assure you that the rope isn't necessary." Fitzwilliam said, gesturing the best he could to his bound hands.

"No, it is. Makes me feel so good to see you like that." Jack said, before walking around him. "You're a commodore?"

"Was. I was a commodore until I met your daughter." Fitzwilliam said. "She's a cute little thing."

"You'd better not be looking at her in that way." Jack said, an angry look suddenly appearing on his face as he cocked his pistol. "She's my only child and I do not plan on making any decisions on her future just yet."

Fitzwilliam's face then went red. "I didn't mean that!"

"And you!" Jack said, whipping around to Barbossa, who was looking at the charts on the table. "No cursing around Christine!"

"What are you talking about?" Barbossa asked, confused.

"My six year old told Teague that she learned 'Damn you to the depths of Davy Jones Locker, Bastard', from you."

"Oh." Barbossa said, remembering when he said that infront of Christine...

About a week after they found Christine...

"Barbossa, where are we going?" Christine asked, following him.

"I'm going to the Rum Locker. By myself. Alone. Without you." Barbossa said, annoyed. "Go back to the cabin."

Christine then grabbed onto Barbossa's jacket, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "But I don't wanna be alone."

'Damn it. Now I can't say no.' Barbossa thought, looking down at Christine. "Fine, you can-"

Christine released Barbossa's jacket and backed up just as someone ran into him. Someone with an old bucket. Pintel looked down at the now empty bucket, then up at Barbossa, who's face was bright red. "Sorry Ca-"

"Damn you to the depths of Davy Jones Locker, Bastard!" Barbossa shouted, grabbing the bucket and hitting Pintel with it...

'Huh? I forgot she was there.' Barbossa thought to himself, before looking at Fitzwilliam. "So, who's he?"

"I'm Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III." Fitzwilliam said.

"Just call him Fitzy." Jack said. "Everybody else does."

Barbossa looked at Fitzwilliam's hands. "And why is our perfectly good rope being wasted?"

Fitzwilliam rolled his eyes. "He has a grudge against me for spying on him to get to Teague when he was a teenager."

"That's it?" Barbossa asked Jack. "I'm almost surprised you haven't tried to do that to me."

"What did you do?" Fitzwilliam asked.

"What did he do?" Jack asked. "He stole my ship several times, mutinied against me, marooned me twice, left me in Tortuga once-"

"I stabbed you once." Barbossa said. "And if you weren't my niece's father, I'd stab you again."

Fitzwilliam looked at the Charts. "Do they normally do that?"

Jack and Barbossa turned around, and saw the rings of the charts turning. They were just spinning. Faster and faster, all going in different directions. "This is actually kinda making me sick." Jack mumbled.

Suddenly, the rings just stopped, and there were two new words. Blood and immortality. "Wha?" Jack said, looking at the rings in shock. "I've never seen those words before."

"Neither have I." Barbossa said.

"And you practically slept with these charts for months."

"Then you don't know?" Fitzwilliam asked.

"What?" Jack asked, turning to Fitzwilliam. "What'd you say?"

"Nothing."

My original plan was to reveal what Fitzwilliam's up to in this chapter...but I decided that it can wait...