AN: 2,600 plus words! The reason it's so long is because I've come to a conclusion; Jack has taken over my every thought, and I think I need to stop writing during the week. I need to focus on my grades, for one class is not too hot right now for me. I hate it, but I would like to get at least a high C/low B for my quarter grade. This is the last update until next week. If I don't update next weekend, then I'll update the following school week. I'll try to write, but please understand. I really hate to do it, though. I apologize, and to make up for it I put in some Hector, I mean, Barbossa and Jack bantering:). I'm sorry once again, and I hope you enjoy the slightly rushed chapter. Enjoy, and I hope to hear from you!

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Calypso's anger swirled around in the dark rain as many soldiers, pirates, and innocent men were slain, blood running across the decks as the water diluted it. A voice echoed through the darkness, none of the fighting pausing for a moment, as if I were the only one who could here it. It was familiar, causing me to freeze in the harsh winds. "Do not stray, child. Da time 'as come for the realities of de human life to occur to ye." It was a gentle warning, and as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared.

I turned, searching for the owner of the voice, but instead of seeing the owner, my eyes were greeted with the sight of Jack nearly being killed. I screamed as a blinding light overcame my sight and a gunshot rang out, worry coursing through my veins instead of blood.

Jack's voice dragged me out of my disturbing dream, his brown eyes staring at me, confusion flickering within them. "Darling, wake up." I groaned and turned into his embrace, inhaling the scent of him.

"What…?"

"Ye were tossin' and turnin'; I was afraid you'd rock the ship." I could hear his laughter in his voice, still roughened from sleep. "Nightmare?"

I sighed and nodded. "Somewhat of one, yes. Blood, Calypso, voices… It was all too familiar, as if it were going to happen at some point."

He shifted onto his back, my head against his chest still. "Darling, we're going to meet with the Brethren Court to discuss the problem Beckett is posing and to propose the release of Calypso. Of course that might happen."

"We're pirates Jack. We fight, and we die. We plunder and steal, lie and cheat. Anything can happen. Calypso spoke to me, Jack." The conclusion of the own struck me. Of course it was a goddess. I would've smacked myself across the face if Jack wouldn't have been so damn intrigued. It was simply barbaric!

"What did sh…?"

"Something about some time coming. I'm not sure, but it was familiar. A familiar voice."

I felt his body tense suddenly, his fingers gripping tighter around me. "Darling, that… Never mind, let's go to sleep. I got ye, so drift off, love."

I tried to do as I was told, but something nagged at me. Jack knew who Calypso was, he wasn't telling me, and he was protective. I sighed deeply as I tilted my head deeper into his chest, kissing the revealed skin gently for a moment before drifting back off.

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He had to tell her; tell her that Calypso was aboard the Pearl amongst the crew, tell her that what she'd seen would be true time and time again. Jack pressed his fingers deeper into her flesh as he held her, knowing she'd sooner or later put two and two together. Bootstrap knew, he'd been a part of Jack's crew in the days before the mutiny; he was there when Jack's debt to Jones had been sealed, he knew.

Jack thought back to how Bootstrap had been acting; strange. As if there was a secret that the elder man had been trying to conceal from his daughter, his son, and hell, the whole crew. Cyrus had told him how he'd thought he'd seen the plagued ship, the Dutchman, in the distance after a close call with Beckett's ship, but Jack put no further thought into it. Then again, the ship had just crossed over tonight; they'd all seen the flash! But, Jack thought as he felt Andie shift within his arms, everyone was distracted last night. After Andie's reaction, I assume the crew wouldn't tell a soul if the flash had been seen or not.

"Jack?"

Her voice was rough and gravely from sleep, his grip apparently having awoken her. "Aye?" His voice was smooth since he hadn't slept yet, and he knew she'd notice.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

Jack sighed and moved a hand up to stroke the side of her face. "Nothing to worry about."

"Was it just me, Jack, or was Bootstrap…"

"Acting odd?" He concluded her sentence, wondering if she'd read his thoughts.

"Odder than you." Her laugh echoed quietly through the room.

Jack rolled his dark eyes and sighed. "Yes, darling."

"You don't think that he could be lying about being alright to me and Will, do you? He said all was well, but…"

"Good Lord, Andie! For a pirate, you worry a damn hell of a lot. If he wanted you to know, you'd know."

"Then why're you reacting in a panic?"

He puffed his chest, trying to conceal the truth. "Perhaps we'll find the answers in a couple of days, for the rest of the Court will be with us by then, for we're arriving at the Cove tomorrow morning."

"We're that close?"

"Aye, and we have to release Calypso also."

"Where is she? Calypso, I mean."

A fake yawn escaped Jack's mouth as he tried to escape her questioning. "Night, love."

"Jack? Pl… Oh for the love…"

With that, they both were silent, drifting off.

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The next morning, Jack's words were proved true as we pulled into Shipwreck Cove. It was huge, thousands of lights shining off of the mound of Earth. "Bloody Hell." I murmured as we exited the Pearl, Jack leading me around until we got to the meeting room. Tia Dalma was behind, claiming to have a headache and needing to rest.

Jack had told her that she was a voodoo wizard, as he'd put it, and she knew how to treat such things. They'd bickered about it until Jack surrendered and we'd departed.

Presently, we were facing a large, round table that had a numerous amount of foreign pirates seated around it; French, Chinese, Indian, Singapore, English, then Jack and Barbossa stood at the head of the table, Jack's arm secured around my waist. Pintel and Regetti were standing around like lost puppies and Gibbs was on the other side of his Captain.

I tried one last time to pull out of Jack's grasp, but he kept refusing. His excuse was that I was still unstable on my legs when it came to land, and it'd been true; until we'd gotten to the entrance! However, I could tell he was anxious about encountering his father even though he'd deny it, so I dropped the subject and allowed him to have his way; for the time being, that was.

To my right, a globe was situated on a golden stand, all the swords from a pirate from each country stabbed into it; Jack did so also, however I was to watch it. Barbossa had ordered me to do the same for his, and I sighed; the bloody occupants of the room were before their eyes. Pray tell how they'd sneak out the swords without someone noticing the stealing, but I did as I was told.

The meeting began, Jack proposing the release of Calypso from her 'Human Bindings'. The pirates had responded in a roar of foreign languages, my ears straining to understand. Barbossa calmed them down, slamming a cannon ball on the table. "We must release her. In case ye all are as daft as dear Jack here, then I shall inform ye that Jones has been slain by Bootstrap Bill Turner. Andrea here," he motioned dramatically at me, "Was aboard his ship for most of 'er life, and 'er father killed the beast. However, Calypso is angered. The skies have been overcast with her anger for days now, and we must free her. She must be released so her fury can be released, causing the seas to be violent."

I burst out, not caring about the rude stares I was receiving. "Why would ye want that?"

Dark eyes looked into mine as Jack responded, relinquishing his hold on me to pace around the table, his hands flying. "Because if we don't, she'll destroy her human form, and that'll just make 'er angrier. Say we don't free her. Tia Dalma will be destroyed, Calypso will be angry that we didn't 'rescue' her from her pain, and all Hell will break loose, savvy?"

Tia Dalma?! Suddenly, everything clicked into place. The voice, the accent, it belonged to Tia Dalma. That meant… "Tia Dalma didn't want to be here to hear the conclusion."

Barbossa nodded. "Aye. Apparently you have more brains than dear ole Jack. Took him…"

"That's not the point." The table burst into curses as the cannon ball was banged on the table again. A guitar interrupted, the voice's speaker playing it. I glanced to my left to see an elder version of Jack standing before our eyes. I chuckled to myself when I saw Jack's eyes roll and he sighed. "The point is, she must be freed. The Captains of the pirating World must unite, free her, and destroy Beckett."

"Ah, Captain Teague," Barbossa drawled. "Much obliged."

I heard Jack grumble a quiet response as he swaggered back up to his previous position. "Who said anything about all of us being 'obliged'?"

I snickered but quickly silenced myself as the Pirate king went to sit in a chair near the back. "Parlay", he whispered as he began to strum quietly.

"Aye, Parlay!"

"Parlay!" The room cried.

"Hold on a moment." The strumming and cries of joy ceased. Teague rose and swaggered over to the table and whistled. Almost instantly, a dog ran in with a ring of keys in his mouth as the elder Sparrow withdrew a large book from under the table. I stared, wondering how it could've fit; then again, he was a Sparrow, and I figured it best not to question his actions. The book was unlocked and before the hard, old leather cover could touch the wooden table, I caught the title; 'The Pirate Code'. "According to the code, there must be a Pirate King."

I cut him off. "I thought you were the king…?"

He smirked as he continued to study. "Aye, but I think this is a problem that Jackie's friends need to handle with him."

I laughed as Jack growled, annoyed by his father's antics. "In the meantime," Teague started once more, "Gibbs, ye old mate, collect the eight pieces." Gibbs nodded and did as he was told.

Grabbing an old basket from the edge of the table, he held it out and every Pirate Lord threw in a 'piece of eight'; more like a piece of junk. Nonetheless, Teague seemed satisfied and ordered Gibbs to take it to the Pearl and the first mate of the Pearl nodded. "Vote for a new king."

I rolled my eyes as each Lord called his own name out. I groaned as it became Jack's turn. "Jack Sparrow."

"Then who the bloody hell is Pirate…"

I got cut off by Barbossa gripping my arm tightly. "It looks like you're still the King, Captain Teague…"

"Aye." The crowd broke into loud conversation until Barbossa yelled over the noise for a moment.

"That settles it then, the fourth Brethren Court will sail out of the Cove together, and when a Company ship is spotted… Well, we'll just go from there."

With that, Teague proceeded back to his chair and Jack followed with me close behind. "Well, well, well, who's this?"

Jack turned to see me and he gripped my waist. "You missed the intro…" I glared at him. "This is Andie…" He grumbled and I smiled as I shook his father's hand then leaned into Jack's gentle grip.

"Jackie, looks like I'll be needin' a ship to sail on, bein' King 'n all…"

Barbossa chipped in and the fact that he was going to get Jack was written onto his old face. "Ye can sail on me ship."

I laughed out loud as Jack groaned. "Hector, how many times do I have to tell ye it's my ship?"

I continued to laugh as Jack bantered with his elder friend in front of his father, who was just rolling his eyes as they went on and on. Barbossa grinned. "Well in that case, I just agreed to let your father come aboard. All I had to do was think like you."

Jack rolled his eyes. Everyone knew that Jack would've done the opposite; allowed his father to stay behind or sail with another ship. As Barbossa turned to gather the basket from Gibbs, Jack bent slightly and whispered in my ear. "Bloody Hell, I'm sick of that man…"

I laughed and I pulled him out of the room, forgetting that I was new to land and doing fine.

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Jack boarded his ship, pouting slightly as he dragged me into the cabin, complaining the whole way. "Bloody man, donating MY ship for MY father who I want to do nothing with. Just bloody great, isn't it?" He slammed open a drawer and withdrew a bottle, swigging it as he ranted. "As if it isn't enough SAILING with the mutinous…"

"Oh good Lord, Jack! Calm down." He raised his eyebrows at me as I went over to where he stood by his desk. "Shouldn't you go check on Cyrus?"

"The man is fine. Probably chatting up a storm with Barbossa…" I grabbed his arm and drug him to the bed, where he flopped down. I curled up beside him, gazing at him gently as he quietly stopped ranting.

"Do you need to be bribed like a little child?" I smirked as he stared at me, lust echoing in his dark eyes.

"Hm… I think I do in fact…" Slowly, he leaned forward and captured my lips, pushing me back onto the pillows behind me.

My eyes fluttered closed as I allowed my hands to slither around his back, his hands relentless as they searched over my body. I grinned as his lips continued to work on mine, one of my hands tangling in his hair to pull him closer.

I didn't know what was causing me to act in such a manner; I'd never been like this in my life, and I didn't know what to do. I did know that wenches interacted in a way with men that evolved from what we were presently interacting.

His hands slipped under my shirt only to find that I had a dark black binding around my chest, preventing perverts like himself from seeing certain things should I get soaked. He moaned as I pulled away, the lust in his eyes having turned to a near black color shining with passion. I'd never known a pirate to even know what it was, for they were supposed to only love wenches' attention and their passions themselves.

Jack sighed and smiled at me innocently, although I knew he was hardly innocent a good portion of the time. "I'll wait, love. Although I do wish that we could continue."

I pressed my hands to his chest as he loomed over me, his hands tangled in my dark hair. "Not now, aye? Maybe once… Once everything is over and we have time."

He nodded and rotated onto his back, my head following to rest on his chest as it gently rose and fell in rhythm to his breathing. "Andie, you can't keep me waitin' forever, you know?" I nodded into his chest. His heart joined with the gentle breaths he was taking in, soothing my eyes closed as he held me close. "Although, right now, darling, I think just sleepin' sounds bloody brilliant right now. Don't want to face that bloody…"

"Jack!"

"Hm?"

"Let it go."

With that, I drifted off in his calm and gentle hold.