Title: To Save a Family

Chapter 2: Arrival in Pensacola

Author: Elf Toshiba

E-mail: ElfToshiba@yahoo.com

Disclaimerz:

Elf: *yawns and rubs eye* Hi y'all! What's shaking? Nothing over here. Damn, but I needed to get this story out. It was disturbing me, running around in my head when I should have been asleep and preparing for classes - yea, yea. It's summer and all, but I have to take a math course to help me with college. Can y'all believe it? Lil' Elffie in college. Scary, that. Okay, now that y'all are prolly ready to get to the story, here are the real disclaimers:

I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. I wish I did though. They belong to Disney and all associated people. Yea. Dammit.

However, I DO own most of the characters IN this story. Jack Sparrow and Will Turner being the obvious exceptions to the rule.

This story involves a LOT of time-travel, so much so that it'll get confusing pretty fast. If I get enough questions, I'll set out a character map thing to help y'all out. It may help, it may not. Who knows? We'll only find out. Catch ya at the end!

Chapter 2: Arrival in Pensacola

Year: 2003

Pensacola Beach

"Oh, that was horrid!" Astrid cried, brushing the sand out of her hair. "Ugh. How are we supposed to find her now?"

"How should I know? She's your great-grandmother!" Andy replied, pulling her out of the sand and brushing off her back. "Whoa, check out the clothes."

"What the shit?" Astrid looked down and gasped. The clothes she had been wearing were gone and in their place were articles of clothing she had only seen in old photographs of her great-grandmother and her family. A maroon tank top was first, followed by what she could only term as really long and colorful shorts. She had no shoes. She looked at Andy; he was dressed similar to her only in a white muscle shirt and black and grey shorts like hers. There was two bag laying at their feet and Astrid bent down and picked up one. Opening it, she found clothes like the ones she was in but different.

"I'm guessing this is my bag. That one must be yours." She deduced, picking up both of the bags and handing the second one to Andy. She sighed as she looked around. "We're lost aren't we?" she asked in a small voice. Andy placed an arm around her waist and drew her to him.

"Yea, we are. But we'll get through this, okay?" he replied, kissing her lightly on the lips. He turned back to the time machine, just in time to watch as it shrank back to normal size. "How 'bout that? You didn't break it after all." He joked, picking it up and turning it over in his hands, watching as the multicolored sides picked up the rays of the sun. He unzipped the bag and placed it in an inner pocket. "Let's think."

"Don't hurt yourself." Astrid kidded. "Look, let's just walk. Hopefully, these magic bags have some kinda money in them." She kicked sand as she began to walk, Andy following her footsteps.

"Got any more ideas? No sarcasm intended." He said after a few moments of silence.

"None heard. And no. I don't have any ideas. I wish I did though, it would help." Astrid replied, grabbing a pony tail holder off of her wrist and twisted her hair into a tight ponytail and secured it to her head. "Ugh. I hate feeling helpless. I really do."

"Everything'll be fine. Trust me." Andy said as Astrid laid her head on his shoulder.

"Hey! Jax! Wait up!" someone called, the light patter of feet running up behind the duo was heard as another person nearly collided with them. "Jax, you gotta - you're not Jax." The young boy said, looking at Astrid strangely. The original two teens looked at each other for a second before Astrid looked back at the boy.

"No, but I am Astrid Turner, and this is my boyfriend, Andy Swann. Who are you?" she asked, curiosity peaking. Did she really look like her great-grandmother?

"Oh! I'm Mark Sparrow. I thought you were my sister. But she has dark green eyes, like mine. And her hair's darker too, more black than red, I guess. She's really pretty. Are y'all lost?" the little boy asked in all one breath, looking at them expectantly.

Astrid grinned. "Do we really look that lost?"

Mark nodded, "Yep."

"Well, we are. We have no place to stay and we're looking for a Jaquelyn Sparrow. We need to tell her something important." Andy replied. The other boy's face sobered immediately.

"Is she in danger again?" he asked, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. Astrid and Andy's shock must have shown on their faces because Mark continued, "'Cause Com tried to kill her about six months back and it didn't work, Jack got there in time. But if he hadn't Jax wouldn't be alive now."

"Com? Com who?" Astrid asked. She was remembering something about her grandmother Arisa saying something about an attempt on her mother, Astrid's great grandmother's, life when she was younger.

"Commodore Barbosa, he usually goes by Com though. He's psycho. Jax was in the hospital for a few days because of him. He's in jail now though. He shot her twice. Hit her in the arm and her side. It was scary. Did he get out or something?"

Astrid snapped out of her daze. "No, I don't think he did. But there's someone else who wants to hurt her and we're trying to stop it. Can you help us?"

"Who wants to hurt her now?" Mark asked. Something in his heart was telling him to trust these two teens, and his instincts were agreeing with it.

"You could call him a friend of Com's. We're trying to stop him from hurting her." Andy explained, trying to think of something true that he could tell the boy without it being a lie.

"Why?"

"I guess he wants revenge or something."

"Oh, okay. I'll check with Jax and Jack and maybe y'all can stay with us. We have enough room, and if not, we'll get you some place to stay. Savvy?" Astrid jerked.

"You say 'savvy'? I say savvy! Wicked." She commented, a half grin on her face. Mark grinned at her.

"C'mon, my sister and brother are hitting the waves right now, but they should be done in a few minutes. I'll introduce y'all." Mark said, gesturing to Astrid and Andy that they follow him.

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"Hey, Jax, you ready to rip it up?" a young man called, laying belly down on his surf board. He had dark auburn hair, so dark it was nearly black and dark green eyes. The afor mentioned, a girl, looked just like him except for the obvious parts. Both teens were well muscled from their active lives, running after their younger siblings, working on their boat, and the regular sports they played.

"Bloody hell, Jack, d'ya even have to ask?" the girl, Jaquelyn Sparrow, hollered back, rowing with her arms to get her feet to the waves and her face to shore. Her twin, Jackson Sparrow did the same.

Jaquelyn, or Jax as she was called, threw her soaked braid over her shoulder and listened as it plopped wetly on her wet suit, while she watched behind her for the perfect wave. 'Not this one,' she thought, feeling the pull of the water as it flowed under her board. "Get ready!" she called to her brother, preparing herself to catch the crest on the oncoming wave.

The wave hit and she levered herself up, gaining her balance before turning sideways. She always felt at home on the water, whether it be surfing, sailing or anything of the sort, she was most at home in the ocean. She ran her fingers through the water as she maneuvered herself toward the shore.

"Hey! Who's that with Mark?" Jackson, more commonly known as Jack, yelled, pulling up to within a foot of the back of Jax's board. "The girl looks a little like you. You know her?"

Jax shook her head. "Nope. Let's finish this and find out. Savvy?"

"Savvy." Her twin replied, edging back from her board. Jax grinned as she switched positions on the board and felt it submit to her commands. She gracefully fell to one knee as the two made landfall. Mark, sitting with the two unknown teens, the pets and his other siblings, waved the pair over.

"Hey, munchkin. Everything savvy?" Jack asked, planting his board in the sand and hitting a towel. Jax followed suit.

"Yea." Mark replied. "Oh, yea. This is Astrid Turner and Andy Swann. They wanted to talk to Jax and they need a place to stay. Can they?"

"Me? Oh, yea sure they can stay. What's up?" the eighteen-year-old asked, facing Astrid and Andy.

"Um, yea." Andy supplied, seeing that his girlfriend had become silent as she discreetly looked her great-grandmother and great uncle over in shock.

"Does this have to do with Barbossa?"

"Yea. You could say that." Astrid said, coming to herself and remembering her current mission; protecting her family.

Jax sighed. "All right. Mark, you stay out here with the littles, savvy? Jack, you, Astrid and Andy come with me." She turned back to her younger siblings. "Holler if anything happens. Let's go." The four teens picked themselves up off the sand and walked to the Sparrow's home.

Sparrow's 'Nest'

"Wow. You sure have a lot of pirate stuff around." Astrid said, looking around the living quarters of the 'Nest' as Jax and Jack had fondly called it.

"Thanks. Y'all want anything to drink?" Jack asked, walking to the kitchen area.

"Uh, sure! Can we have some - ah, water?" Andy asked, becoming hopelessly clueless about what kinds of drinks they had back in this time. He looked to Astrid who was pattering around the living room, taking in everything around her. From the light gray walls, to the soft cream carpet, to the sound system, then, lastly to the beige leather couch that took up nearly one and a half walls, the half-portion seeming to just start going up into a set of stairs. Scattered tastefully around the room where what looked to pirate memorbilia, from telescopes to flags, gold doubloons to what looked to be a miniature wheel from a dais of a ship. There was also plenty of other nicknacks, but neither time traveler could put a name to the trinkets. Jax seemed to be observing them, a light in her eyes as they lit upon Astrid.

"Astrid, what's your last name again?" she asked, thanking her brother as he brought out the four waters. "Yours too, Andy."

"It's Turner, and his is Swann." Astrid supplied, successfully unscrewing the water bottle and taking a drought.

"Oh." Jax paused and shot a look at Jack.

"Any relation to a Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann?" Jack asked, placing his elbows on his knees.

Astrid and Andy looked at each other in shock. "Yea. We're both decendents. How'd you know?" Astrid asked, confusion shining brightly in her eyes.

"One," Jax began, then stopped. For a moment, she looked like she was thinking of something, then she said, "One second," and shot up the stairs to the second landing. They heard random crashes from above and curses as Jax apparently tore up the landing, in search of something. A sudden, 'Ah ha!' and Jax reappeared to the stairs, carefully carrying something in one arm and the other guided her down the banister to the first floor landing.

"Okay, back to the beginning. One, the way we figured it out was because of the last names. Two, Andy looks a little like the late Elizabeth Swann." Jax was busy explaining and opening the parcel she had carried so carefully down the stairs. She finally got it open. "See? Elizabeth Swann drew this, back, well probably around the teens of the seventeenth century, right after she and Will Turner were married." Jax turned the picture over to the other teens.

Andy gasped softly as he looked upon the face of his ancestor; the same hair color, the same skin tones, nearly same eye color. "Wow." He whispered.

"She also drew this one as well." Jack picked another drawing and handed it to Astrid. She likewise drew in a breath when she saw the picture of Jack Sparrow and Will Turner standing side by side on a ship. She scanned the pictures and recognized her own eyes, only a little lighter in color from Will, and the same facial structure, though more feminine, from Jack. Astrid unconsciously placed her hand on her head when she realized that she had nearly the same color hair as Will.

"Now, what we're trying to figure out about you, Astrid, is why you look so much like both Will Turner and Jack Sparrow. Care to explain?" Jax asked, collecting both pictures and carefully placing them back in the box before looking back up at Astrid.

'Oh shit,' Astrid thought, 'how do I explain it to them without completely screwing everything up? Forget it.' "Well," she started, "I'm related to both." Receiving only blank stares in return, she tried another tactic. One that caused Jax to slid off of the couch and Jack to nearly copy his twin.

"Well, to put it bluntly. I'm your great-granddaughter."

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End notes: Cliffie, ne? Sorry bout that. But, I will start chapter three as soon as I get out of the shower, savvy? Well, catch y'all later! Coming soon, Chapter 3: Generations Collide, or something like that.

Elffie

PS: Muses are EVIL! *ducks head and runs as a mini Jack and Draco chase after her with pitch forks*