Disclaimer: Hi everyone! I just wanted to say that I don't own anything except for the new characters...again...though I wish I owned Johnny Depp...But isn't that everyone's dream? Just had to repeat that...So please enjoy your reading, I really hope you like it:) Pirates rock. Oh, and I'm really sorry if any of the facts are incorrect! Just let me know. I tried, hehe. Also, this is the first chapter, so there's lots of Jack Sparrow! :)

Montezuma's Revenge

Chapter I: Many, Many, Years Later...

The valiant sea breeze was kicking up, blowing gingerly against Captain Jack Sparrow's grinning face as he looked into the horizon with eager eyes.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me...And really bad eggs..." he sang, almost whispering, and felt the freedom of a lifetime on the ocean rising in his chest. He finally had his Pearl back.

"Jack," he heard someone call. "Captain Jack!" He snapped out of his peaceful reverie, and blinked several times. "Jack, this here boy wants to sweep the floors for ya," said Mr. Gibbs, pushing the boy forwards.

"Oh he does now, does he? He wants to work on me Pearl?" Jack slurred. He swaggered towards him and shrugged lazily. The young man was taller than Jack, and built. His shaggy, dark hair hung strategically in front of his big, blue eyes, for the boy always felt he needed to hide behind them. "Do ye have a name, boy?" Jack asked, standing on his tiptoes, just inches away from his face.

"Gavin. Gavin...Smith."

"Smith? Oh, I'm sure...Well now that you've lied to the captain, you'd like to clean the floors?"

He nodded. Jack sighed and sauntered back and forth, appearing to be in deep thought. "You'll have to be initiated..."

"But Captain, I never heard of any initia-" said Mr. Gibbs, and paused after Jack shot him a scowling glance. "Yes yes, an initiation...Of course."

He scratched his goatee as a sneaky grin stretched across his face. "But for the time being, Gavin, welcome aboard. Mr. Gibbs, show him to my chambers. It's a bit dusty in there. And give him a mop. Tell him to clean up in there." Jack watched the boy intensely as he walked away, wondering what he had to hide. His curiosity disappeared as he turned his attention back to the horizon. Initiation...well, that should be fun.

He collapsed back into his reverie, his thoughts hovering between gold and silver, land and sea. "Jack," he heard someone call. "Captain Jack!" Mr. Gibbs shouted as he snapped back out of his daydream.

"What is it now!" he yelled back angrily, spinning around to lock eyes with him.

"It's the boy, Captain. I think we've caught a thief on board!" Mr. Gibbs roared.

Gavin shook his head rigorously. "I swear, Captain, I do not steal!"

Jack's eyes narrowed. "What did he steal?"

"Nothing!" Gavin yelled.

"He stole this, Jack," declared Mr. Gibbs and handed him a piece of deteriorated parchment paper.

"What's this..." he stared more closely at it, trying to make out the writing. "It's in a foreign language, mate. Why would he steal it?"

"It's a map, Captain..." he muttered.

Jack was quiet for a moment. "Well, of course it is! But it's a map in a different language..."

"Aye, Captain."

"Gavin...that is yer name, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Where did you find-err, steal-where did you steal this from?"

"I didn't steal it, I found it lying on your bed."

"He lies again, for I had nothing of the sort just sitting on my bed..."

"I speak the truth!"

"Well, can ya read what's on the map?"

He was silent. Jack grabbed the boy's hair and stared into his eyes. "What's there ta hide, Smith? Can ya read it or not?"

"I can, Captain," he whispered.

Jack let go, and stood staring at Gavin with a look of disbelief. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Gavin Smith."

"Who are you!" he bellowed.

"Gavin Smith!"

Jack sighed angrily. "We'll soon find out. Lock him up, Mr. Gibbs. We don't want any more thieves aboard my ship."

He smirked and dragged Gavin away. Again, Jack drew his attention back to the horizon. He stared into the blue oblivion, and smiled slightly. "Jack," he heard someone whisper. "Jack Sparrow..."

"Stop interrupting me! I'm trying to--" he spun around and abruptly turned silent. He froze.

A small girl, no more than eight years old, stood before him. Her deep, brown eyes turned sad as she extended her hand. "Captain Jack Sparrow," she whispered. "Give it back."

Jack blinked.

She disappeared.



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