So, a lot happened in the last chapter, though it was very short. This will be a mixed POV chapter between Captain Jack and the younger Jack. Let's see where fate leads them next, shall we?

Chapter 27:

"So, ye have a son, do ye, Jack?" Barbossa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, shut up, Hector." Captain Jack grumbled.

"So, what're ye doing on this island again?"

"Restoring the Fountain."

"Why?" The one-legged man asked.

"Because we can." The captain responded with a mere shrug.

"Care if I join yer little expedition?"

"Sure, besides, when we leave the Bloody Dragon will need a captain."

Shouts erupted ondeck.

*X*

"Jack, where are you going?" Scrum shouted as the lad cut the ropes on the small rowboat.

"Away from here." Jack scowled.

"Why?" Pintel questioned.

"I wasn't made to execute people." He retorted. "I am no pirate."

"But yer father is the captain. Ye have his pirate blood!" Scrum tried to convince him.

"I'm not like my father." The young lad told him. "We're different in too many ways. And I'm not an executioner. Not a pirate either. Was a blacksmith until he stole me from that. I'm going back to my home."

"Your home is here!" Pintel told the angry lad, who had started rowing away. "There'll be nothing for you to go back to after our attack there! Besides, you won't even make it halfway there in that thing."

"What's that?" Jack called. "Can't hear you!"

"Can we blow the deserter down yet?" Scrum scowled.

"I wish." Pintel sighed.

*X*

"How much longer do we have to wait?" A middle-aged pirate asked.

"Maybe another hour." Gibbs responded honestly. "Go get some more rest."

"But-"

"That's an order."

"Aye." The pirate turned and walked away, sighing.

The First Mate shook his head. His gaze moved to Angelica, who paced back and forth, looking guilty. She'd told him about her argument with the captain, but there was nothing he could do. They had to be on the ship by now or on their way back maybe. Hopefully.

*X*

Captain Jack looked up as Scrum and Pintel entered the cabin.

"Captain," Scrum began then his jaw dropped. "Bar-Barbossa?"

"Didn't he die?" Pintel asked.

"Ever hear of swimming?" Barbossa sighed.

"Hector, they came in here for a reason." Captain Jack cut in before the man could say anything else. "Spill it."

"Jack left in a rowboat…" Scrum didn't meet his gaze.

"I know." He crossed his arms, sighing. "The lad just doesn't listen. Are the prisoners dead?"

"Aye, Captain." Pintel nodded.

"Good." Captain Jack turned to Barbossa. "Ye coming, Hector?"

"Aye, Jack, I am." Barbossa gave a nod, moving to stand beside him. "Let's be going."