A/N: Yea, I got a summer job. That's why I haven't updated. Many, many apologies.

Over the Edge, Over Again

Nobody on the Hai Peng was quite sure where it was sailing, except perhaps Barbossa, but nobody really liked it. The small junker had been sailing for a few days now, and so far it had been smooth sailing. But by now, the ship was sailing through a very cold, icy pass. Glaciers stretched above the ship, creating a series of tunnels and channels that the ship had to navigate through. Snow was falling on the crew and the ship, freezing almost everyone to their core.

"Are we there yet?" Calvin complained, clutching his sides. "I feel like I'm in Dr. Zhivago!"

"I told ya," Barbossa said. "You'll know when we're there!"

"I'm freezing! How soon until we get out of this ice patch?" Calvin said.

"He's already told you," Will said. "We don't know. We just have to wait it out."

Calvin cast an angry glass across the ship. Hobbes was on the other side, and he was positively gleeful. His thick tiger fur was keeping him nice and warm. At the moment, he was resting on a crewman's lap.

"Okay, next!" Hobbes called out. He jumped off the crewman, and landed onto the deck. The crewman, sad, got up, and walked off. Another crewman approached Hobbes, eager for the warmth of his body.

At that moment, Pintel ran up, pushing the approaching crewman aside. "Hobbes! Hobbes!" he called. "Look at what I got ya!" In his hand was a large, wet fish, freshly caught.

Hobbes stared at it for a moment, poked at it with his claw, and ate it in four bites.

After happily licking his lips, Hobbes said, "Okay, Pintel. You're up!" Pintel clapped with childlike glee, and sat down. Hobbes jumped onto his lap, and curled up, warming the two. He then noticed Calvin staring, and stuck out his tongue at him.

Calvin stuck his tongue out in response. Despite being chilled to the bone, his face with red with anger. The events of Singapore still burned in his mind. To distract himself, he went over and looked at what Will, Tai Huang, and Gibbs were currently discussing.

In front of Will, Huang, and Gibbs were the navigational charts, on loan from Sao Feng. Calvin had never really gotten a good look at them, so this was his first glance. The maps were highly ornate; different land forms, sea monsters, and mysterious messages were etched into the parchment.

"These are the charts, huh?" Calvin asked Will. "They don't look like much."

"Indeed," Gibbs said. "That may be why we're lost."

"Let me take a look," Calvin said, approaching the map. "Over the edge…over again," Calvin read. But then, Will adjusted the map. He turned the middle of the map a few degrees, and did the same to an outer circle of the map.

"Whoa!" Calvin said. "Cool! I didn't know it did that!" Indeed, the map was made up of circular pieces of parchment which formed rings around a circular piece in the center. All these pieces were movable, and could be turned any which way. Adjusting the pieces would reveal new messages, and new lands, and overall new maps.

Calvin started turning the sections at random. "No!" Will shouted, as he stopped Calvin. "I just had it!"

"I've had it!" Gibbs said. "There's no way we'll be able to get to Davy Jones' Locker with a map that doesn't even stay the same!"

"The map does not stay the same," Tai Huang said. "But it leads to more places."

"Why can't we just bring Jack back the way Tia Dalma brought Barbossa?" Ragetti asked.

Tia Dalma suddenly appeared above deck, surprising everyone. "Because Barbossa was only dead!" She answered. "Jack Sparrow has not been taken to a place of death, but of punishment. The worst fate a person can bring 'pon himself. Stretching on forever. That's what awaits at Davy Jones' Locker." Before anyone was able to respond, Tia Dalma walked to the bow, looking forward in silence.

"I knew there was a good reason," Ragetti said to Calvin.

Adjusting the map again, Will found another message. "Sunrise sets," he read. "Flash of green." Completely lost, Will turn to Barbossa. "Care to interpret Captain Barbossa?"

Barbossa thought for a minute. "Ever gaze upon the green flash, Mister Gibbs?" Barbossa asked.

"Green Flash?" Calvin was unfamiliar with the term. "What's that?"

Gibbs began to talk. "I reckon I've seen a fair share. Happens on rare occasion. At the last glimpse of sunset, a green flash shoots up into the sky. Some people go their whole lives without seeing it. Some claimed to have seen it. And some say-"

"It signals when a soul comes back to this world from the dead!" Pintel eagerly interrupted. Gibbs looked angrily at Pintel, obviously upset. "Sorry…" Pintel said.

"So our big problem is getting to the realm of the dead, right?" Calvin inquired, looking back at the map.

"Trust me, young Master Calvin," Barbossa said. "It's not getting' to the land of the dead that's the problem." Barbossa turned the tiller of the ship, adjusting course. "It's gettin' back," he finished.

The small junker sailed deeper into the glacial sea.

Calvin stared into the night sky. The sky was clear, and full of stars. And the water was the same. It reflected the stars above so perfectly, Calvin thought that they were flying through space. The ship had long since cleared the glaciers, and the temperature was now more mild. Indeed, the stillness of the night made it feel like this would be a rather uneventful evening.

"Look at all these stars!" Calvin said, talking to Ragetti.

"You can see all sorts of constellations!" Ragetti replied. "There's the Hydra, and Vela, the ship's sail!"

"Cool," Calvin said, looking at the stars. Noticing Hobbes staring at the stars too, Calvin shouted "It's nice to have someone to talk to who appreciates these adventure type things!" making sure Hobbes could hear.

Meanwhile, Hobbes was also observing the night sky. "Look at all the stars," He commented to Pintel. "They're very pretty."

"I like to imagine that each star is a shining gem, just waiting to be taken," Pintel said in response. "I bet early man thought of stars the same way at night."

"Actually, I bet early man felt like tiger food," Hobbes commented wryly. Pintel looked at Hobbes, and laughed.

"Good one, Hobbes," he said.

"Thanks, Gibbs!" Hobbes shouted back towards Calvin. "It's nice to talk with someone who appreciates the finer things!" Calvin stared back at Hobbes evilly, and Hobbes responded in the same fashion.

Upon hearing this back and forth, Pintel and Ragetti approached one another. "This friendship might be a bit harder to patch up than we guessed," Pintel whispered to his friend.

"Such a shame," Ragetti responded. "And now they're using us as part of their psychological game."

"Bet they'll never be friends again," Pintel said.

"No, no…" Ragetti replied. "They'll come around. I know it!"

"Really now," Pintel said. "If you're so sure, care to put any money on it?"

Ragetti was intrigued. "I'd feel kind of bad, taking money from you so easy-like. But okay. If they become friends again, you owe me ten gold pieces."

"And WHEN they go their separate ways," Pintel added, "You'll owe me ten gold pieces!"

"Deal!" Ragetti said. The two shook hands, and looked at Calvin and Hobbes. Calvin and Hobbes were currently on opposite sides of the deck, deliberately looking away from one another. Pintel laughed heartily, sure that he would win the bet.

The calmness of the night was suddenly shattered, as Will ran to Barbossa, yelling. "Barbossa! Ahead!"

"Aye!" Barbossa responded. "We're good and lost now."

"Lost?" Calvin asked. "Why on earth are we lost?"

"Yea," Hobbes said. "We had the charts!"

Barbossa turned to address the tiger. "For certain you have to be lost to find the places that can't be found. Elseways everyone would know where it was."

Gibbs looked over the side of the ship. "We're gaining speed!" he panicked.

"Aye," Barbossa said, a glint in his eyes.

There was a brief pause, then Will began giving orders to turn the ship around. "Everyone, hard to starboard!" Everybody began to grab the main sail, and turn it. The ship began to rotate, but otherwise it was picking up speed and heading in the same direction.

"Nay, belay that!" Barbossa commanded. "Let 'er run straight and true!" Calvin and Hobbes ran to the port side of the ship, which was now the leading part. The two looked over the side, and were met with a frightful sight.

Dead ahead of them was a large crashing of water. It seemed to stretch on for miles in both directions. And Calvin and Hobbes knew that that could only mean one thing. They were headed right for a waterfall. The biggest waterfall they would ever see.

"The…gulp…edge of the world..?" Calvin asked, forgetting his feud with his friend.

"I think so…" Hobbes said.

"HOLD ON!" Will commanded. Immediately Calvin clung to the side of the ship, and Hobbes grabbed onto some rigging. The edge of the world was coming closer now. It was only two-hundred yards away. One-hundred…fifty…twenty…ten.

"Ye may not survive to pass this way again!" Barbossa shouted to the crew, in a sick joke. "And these be the last friendly words you hear!"

The ship had finally made it to the edge. Calvin and Hobbes looked own into the precipice. Below the water seemed to fall forever into the black abyss. The crew was panicking, and any object not tied down began to slide. Barbossa laugh and the crews panic screams were barely audible above the sound of roaring water.

What was down there? What would possibly over the edge of the world? These two quick questions filled Calvin's mind as the ship began to tip over. "I guess I'm about to find out…" he said to himself, right before he screamed. The Hai Peng spent one last moment on the very edge of the world, the plummeted down into the black abyss.

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