Ok, hello fans *grin* sadly, I think I have a flamer: TheSilverLady. Ok first you said "this could end badly", then you said "good", then you said, "does this have a plot". Ok, I am going to lay it out v. simply for you if you don't like it, don't read it. I mean, you have reviewed 3 times, and apparently you don't like me v. much, so don't read my work. And by the way it does have a plot, I am just developing it. Ok, sorry to the LOYAL readers for that rant. Okey, the long awaited Tortuga chappie.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING, for now at least. *pout* how can a mouse own a movie??!! HOW? = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Jack stood our on the Pearl's upper deck, cloaked in the darkness of night. His shadowed frame outlined by the moon. He had always loved the sea. Even when he was just a kid, he had fantasized about owning his own boat and sailing until he could no longer see land.

He really hadn't envisioned becoming the most feared pirate in all the Caribbean, yet he was happy with his title. Just the sight of the Pearl drove other ships into a frenzy of madness and terror. The best part about the Pearl was that even though the ghost crew who inhabited it was long gone, the mysterious fog that followed it still clung to the ship. Why that was, nobody knew, not even Jack.

And the terror of the infamous Black Pearl itself was only the beginning. Once the crews of other ships saw Jack, the man so evil that hell itself spat him back out, chaos descended on them in a wave of frenzy. The rumor that the curse had transferred itself upon Jack when he had killed Barbossa kept ships as far as physically possible. When the Black Pearl was rumored to be docked in Jamaica, everybody left Jamaica, thus ending crowds at local bars and taverns.

Jack was now exceedingly rich, including the treasure he had taken from Isle De Murate and all of his latest pillages added up to make him one of the wealthiest pirates of all time. And he was really showing it. All of his crew had tons of jewels, their fingers were weighed down with many grimy rings, and around their necks they wore fabulous gold chains. Jack himself had a crown he got out whenever he got a little to drunk. Sometimes, he wore it when he sacked a village, showing off his good fortune to all the noblemen of the town.

As he stood on the deck, Jack noticed a flickering light in the distance; Tortuga was near. And as usual, there were a few merchant ships heading away from the hubbub of Tortuga, filled with cargo. There was even a ship from the East India Trading Company, bound northward for America. Jack intended that it should not make it there with all of its goods. Those Brits were really starting to piss off the Americans. If they didn't do something soon the Americans were going to start a war.

Turning his attention back to the East India ship, he noticed that Lieutenant Gillette was aboard, most likely trying to prevent The Pearl form pillaging her goods. 'Hah, like that will stop me' he thought. Jack jumped about a foot in the air when Will snuck up behind him and screamed in his ear.

"Hah, the infamous Jack Sparrow frightened by little old me?" Will grinned 'this gets him back for all the times he's done that to me'. Jack simply shook his head.

"That's CAPTIAN Jack Sparrow to you whelp." Jack said, also grinning flailing his hands wildly to get across his point. Will just rolled his eyes and looked out to sea.

"There is an East India trading ship out there laden with a cargo of..." he squinted slightly "Spices and tea most likely. She has a crew of 93 men, including Lieutenant Gillette and, she has a large hole in her starboard side." Will concluded. Jack just stared at Will then back to the East India ship then back at Will.

"How the hell did you figure that out?" Jack asked. Will just shook his head.

"I don't know, I just sort of know." He said, shrugging his shoulders. Jack just continued to stare at Will with a rather comical look where he attempted to raise an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you ever say anything like that before?" Will just shrugged again.

"I don't know, I just didn't, but I did this time." Jack just continued to stare incredulously at Will before going down to his cabin. "Wake up the crew and tell One Eye to start breakfast, I'm starving, savvy?"

"Yes master." Will grumbled.

"I HEARD THAT!!". Will just shook his head and proceeded to do as Jack had asked.

"You probably woke them all up already. Loud mouth, swaggering..."

Will went to the lower deck to find that Jack's crew were suprisingly heavy sleepers. He woke them up one by one, and was forced to deal with Gibbs's incessant moaning "Oh baby!" until he threw a shoe at him. Once he went to One Eye, he told him to get up and start making breakfast, only to find that he was already making it.

"That was easy."

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Down in the dungeon, Norrington, Scott and Elizabeth were having a much worse time. Norrington was throwing up due to the large amounts of oil he had consumed last night. No one knew how he got it all into his body, but they were sure it had something to do with the torturing Jeremy had inflicted.

Scott was trying to put up with Elizabeth, who was openly flirting with him, and I must say he was doing splendidly.

"So, you say you are rich, eh?" she said, coming as close to him as the bars of her cell would allow. Scott just grumbled something about being engaged and not wanting to hook up with someone he had only met yesterday. He looked up, noting the sounds of a breakfast being made above them.

The Pearl's dungeon was designed so that the galley was directly above the dungeon, making it so the prisoners could listen to food being prepared, but not get any themselves. It really was an ingenious thing, that and the fog surrounding the ship... Scott was relived when Gibbs came in to give them their food, effectively scaring off Elizabeth. Gibbs looked over at the puking Norrington.

"That was rather harsh of Jack to let him alone with Iros, he did try to kill Jack though..."

"Who?" Scott looked up confused.

"Jeremy, that kid is messed up." Gibbs clarified. Elizabeth gave a huge fake cough that sounded suspiciously like "Food".

"Oh, right, here's yer breakfast." Gibbs smirked walking out the door. Norrington took one look at the food Gibbs ha brought them and started throwing up again. Scott took a look at the "breakfast" Gibbs had brought them and felt like doing the same. There was a badly written note by the plate that said:

"Kreman, this is sushi, I figured that you, being the very rich man that you are would enjoy a delicacy from Japan. Enjoy..." Scott read the note and sighed, it was just a delicacy. He laughed to himself, marveling at the fact he could be wary of an exotic food like this. He picked up the sushi and coated it in the green blob on the tray. He chewed happily for a moment before spitting it out, nearly crying with the painful heat that now filled his mouth. It felt like his tongue was on fire.

His mouth still pricking painfully, he realized there was more to the note.

"P.S. the green stuff is called wasabi, it is extremely spicy, DO NOT TAKE MORE THAN A LITTLE AT A TIME, savvy? It is painfully spicy, and the only way to make the bite from it away is with an orange, and you won't have any of those in your cell I'm afraid. Also, I will be meeting you around 5:00 see you then." (A/N: Ah, sushi...the wasabi stuff is real but I made up the part about the oranges, I liiike oranges.). Scott took a second to curse Jack's name, before eating the rest of his sushi, being careful to avoid the wasabi.

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Above the dungeon, in the kitchen, One Eye and his assistant heard a painful yell. One Eye tilted his head slightly.

"Heh, I can still make wasabi."

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Elizabeth had started on her breakfast (some potatoes and burnt fish) as soon as Scott had assured her that he was going to be ok. She chewed a potato thoughtfully. She didn't really care about Will in that way. She was surprised that she had been able to keep up that charade for so long. But, she also wondered if she could EVER get Scott to notice her. Elizabeth was shaken from her stupor by the ships rocking. She looked up at Scott, and put her seductive skills to the test.

Elizabeth smiled, a truly evil plan coming to mind. No man could resist. She laid on the floor and arched her back slightly, 'soon Scott, soon'

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Up on deck, Jack and Will were talking about their destination, and how they could best commandeer the East India Trading co's goods. Jack bit his lip and gazed out at the still dark sky, he had sent a note down to Scott that he would meet him in approximately 12 hours, he had till then to think of a reason for wanting him to be there.

"Uhh Jack, I was just wondering, what are we doing in Tortuga anyways?" Jack just looked innocently at the wall, sipping his beloved rum.

"I, mean why are we here, what is the purpose of us docking here?"

"I won't lie to yeh, I was going to sell Elizabeth to a friend of mine who owns a lot a whores..."

"JACK! You can't do that! She may have ratted us out to Norrington, but she isn't THAT bad!"

"Ok. Then what do you propose we do with her smart-ass?" Jack was slightly pissed off because he had hoped to do this without Will finding out that he was going to sell his ex to a whorehouse. Will didn't respond for a while. They sat in silence for a long time until-

"Hey, Jack, I've got an idea"

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Later, Jack's crew was preparing for their upcoming raid on the East India's ship. They had docked and most of them were on the ship, awaiting orders. Jack however was in his quarters, meeting with Scott Kreman. Jack was seated on his throne-like chair and Kreman was on the floor, feeling unsuperior. Will was lying on Jack's bed, looking at the ceiling. Jack looked at Scott lazily.

"Ok Mr. Kreman, I want you for one thing, if you refuse, I will let Iros kill you how he pleases."

"Well, what do you want? And why don't you have another chair? You are wealthy enough to afford one." Kreman was still miffed over the wasabi incident. Jack just sort of laughed, noblemen, they think the are so wonderful, they think the world revolves around them.

"Well, I have other chairs, but I don't really feel like getting them out. But what I want, is you to fall in love with, and eventually marry, Elizabeth Swaan." Jack was pleased with himself, the look on Scott's face was priceless. Will looked over, and tried to keep his laughter under control. (He eventually had to leave the room and laugh outside.)

"WHAT??!!! HER? But why?!!??" Scott looked livid, most of the time, he could pay people to make them do what he wanted, but Jack Sparrow was not that easily swayed, it was either love or perish in this case.

"Well, as you may or may not know, Governor Swaan gave his daughter to a common peasant, namely Will. However, he still has yet to know that they have chosen not to be together. Now, if his daughter is single, Will is going to be in deep shit with the Governor, but if she is at least engaged to a rich gentleman such as yourself, Will will be spared the rage of the Governor." Jack stated quite calmly.

"So, in other words, you are making me take a hit for your friend?" Scott said sadistically. Jack thought for a moment.

"Yes, that sounds about right. So, you will be leaving my quarters now, escorted to your cell, I'm going to commandeer some stuff, you will think about my offer, I will come back and you will tell me your decision, savvy?" Jack said, his eyes boring into Scott menacingly.

"Ok" Scott sighed in defeat.

"Great, oh William!". Will popped his head in the door.

"Yes?"

"Kindly escort this gentleman back to his cell." Jack put an emphasis on the word "gentleman" as he said this. As Scott and Will left, Jack plopped down onto his bed. Damn, when it all came down to it, Will could come up with some pretty good schemes. He would have to thank him later...

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On the east India's ship, things were going quite smoothly. Since the ship was docked; all they had to do was hold a gun to the people left on board, and presto, the ship was theirs. Now they were loading all of the ship's goods onto the Pearl. And they were ready to go into Tortuga and sell it all.

"You wont get away with this Sparrow!" Lieutenant Gillette said from his position on the mast of his own ship.

"Oh yeah, and how do you propose to stop me eh? I've got you and all of your crew tied up to your own ship, which in about a minute is going to explode, and if you somehow magically conjure up a miraculous escape, unlikely, then I still have blackmail on you. Yeh can't win Sam. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Gillette saw defeat and tried another approach.

"What's your blackmail? If you kill a navel officer the price on your head will double, there is no way you can outsmart the whole British Navy. You are the one who can't win Sparrow."

"Listen to me, I could outsmart the whole British navy all by me onesies, savvy? Now how are you going to stop me when I've got a crew behind me? Oh and about the blackmail thing, I'd love to stay, an chat, but yer ships gonna blow up into little pieces in a second so I better be going, ta."

With that he jumped over onto the Pearl using a handy rope. Gillette struggled with his bonds for a minute before the ship blew up. By that time, Jack was safely on board his ship, and he watched as 15 East India agents met their ultimate demise. Jack smiled to himself; he really was becoming more and more like the man so evil that hell itself spat him back out, to his enemies anyway.

"Aye then, lets go sell this stuff." Jack leapt onto the dock, carrying a box of tea as though he had not just blown up 15 lives.

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After they had sold their commandeered goods, Jack and his crew had taken to drinking at the nearest tavern. They were drinking happily, unaware their captain was being watched. Jack stood up to order his third rum, when a small hooded figure approached them.

"You are Jack Sparrow, correct?" the hooded person had walked right up to Jack.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, what can I do for you?"

"Come with me" 'I'll have to take some guns, what if he is an East India agent' the hooded man rubbed his head. "you may take your crew and any weapons you want but you will not need them, I do not wish to harm you." the man spoke in mystic tones, and Jack just shrugged and beckoned his crew to follow him. The hooded man led them deep into the heart of Tortuga, before stopping at a dirty run-down shop.

"In here, no one must overhear! We will be safe in my shop." As they entered the shop, they instantly smelled incense. All kinds of crystals and daggers lined the dust-ridden shelves. In the back there were what appeared to be shelves of shrunken heads. A stuffed creature stood next to the register, but what it was, no one really knew. All kinds of dusty bottles and books lined the walls, with peeling titles and labels that could not be read.

Jack picked up a book and opened it, only to find that it was a language he could not understand. He set it down open by the shelf to ask the man what it was. While he was turned, a small growling lizard-like creature popped its head and neck out of the book.

"You do not want to be touching that." the man said and as he spoke the book slammed down on the emerging creature's scaly green head, producing a small squeak.

"So, what is it that you want?" Jack brought the man's attention from Will, who was examining a dusty old medallion with a blueish stone in it.

"I should start from the beginning, it would be easier that way." He lowered his hood to reveal a bald head, with eyes so dark that you could not see the pupils. He was apparently very strong in his youth, for you could see the lines where the muscle used to be. His skin was tan, and wrinkled with age. He projected an image as though he was older than time itself, the wisdom of millennia pulsing through his ancient veins. The image of a confused Jack hung in his head and he began to speak.

"Long ago, I lived on an island off in the absolute middle of the Indian Ocean, try as you might, you will not find it on any map today, it sank beneath the sea, but my, I have gone off topic, I know you are in a hurry. As I was saying, my people were prosperous, we could farm, we had gold and silver and emeralds aplenty. That was what our island was famous for, emeralds. We made thousands of pieces of hand crafted jewelry each more glorious than the last, using emeralds all the time. We grew rich, and boasted, we yelled at the gods to try and stop us if they would. But nothing happened that we knew of.

One day, I think it was the Equinox, we unearthed an emerald, bigger than anyone had ever found! We feasted that night, and rejoiced the finding of the monstrous gem, little did we know, the gods were planning our comeuppance. The next day, the stone was cut, and I got the largest piece. And I crafted it into a necklace in the shape of a lizard (A/N: sorry, I couldn't resist). It was beautiful and the envy of all looked upon it. However, I refused to sell it. But one day, I began to notice that all of my horses and dogs would run away from me if I tried to touch them; they refused to work for me. My sheep escaped and I couldn't ship my goods anywhere. I eventually had to sell my necklace. As soon as I did this, the gods I had so blindly mocked, placed a curse upon it. Soon afterward I moved here, following the travels to the "New World". I have been here ever since, running my shop, selling obscure goods to all who need them. I also sell frozen yogurt, which I call frogurt."

Jack just sort of stood there, as did all the people who had been listening to the story.

"Well mate, it's a great story, however, it fails to inform me why you have brought us here."

"Yes." The old man said apologetically, "Please allow me to continue." Jack looked around at his bored crewmembers, as well as a Will who was curiously eyeing the stuffed beast in the corner of the dark shop.

"Aye, but make it quick". the old man nodded and continued his story.

"So, I moved here, and I found that some people could not see me! Only a few, it was a very odd occurrence indeed. Later, I found that the very emerald which I had coveted was the cause of it, only those who are not virgins can see me, nor hear me. It is an annoyance, and it worries me. I once could not get help after being attacked and I almost died. But now I will tell you what I would like you to do.

Many years before the curse was inacted, I fell in love with a girl, who was my age at the time. I would give anything to be able to see her again, and to have her see me. But the only way the curse can be broken is if the necklace is returned to its original owner willingly. The man I sold it to was bound for Singapore, I expect he still lives there today. Please fetch me the necklace. If you can complete this task, I shall give you one thing you desire above all else." The old man finished his speech and hung his ancient head.

Jack nodded. "Sounds like a bad novel. How can we be sure that you will do this? How do you plan to give us anything we want?" The old man looked up.

"I have...connections with many people, it will be arranged." He said, turning his attention to Jeremy who was examining a dagger it was some silvery material, to light to be steel, to strong to be silver with rubies lining the handle, and a strange inscription on the blade.

"That, is a weapon of mass killing destruction if you could read the inscription. Its blade is an alloy of unknown metals, forged by a master blacksmith, much like you once were Mr. Turner."

Will seemed not to hear, it was almost as though will and the tiny old man were on opposite sides of a soundproof wall. Will got up and walked across the room, right past the man standing there.

"Will, I had no idea." Jack grinned, laughter almost making him impossible to understand. 'we'll just have to fix that then, William'

"Had no idea about what, Jack, why are we even HERE?" Will asked, examining a skull with a black stone set into where the eye sockets once were, creating the image that the eyes were endless pools of black.

"Never mind, you will see later." He said "As for you, we shall go and get your little necklace thing and ummm yeah."

That said, Jack strode out the door, leaving behind an annoyed Gibbs "but I want a frogurt..."

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Oh my god, I am extremely sorry it took me forever to update. *sigh* I have been busy with school (Eeeevil teachers) I know it is an overly used excuse, but that's the truth. I know this chapter sucked, not much humor and not much slash, but to make up for it, I'm putting tons of humor and slash in the next chapter mm-kay? Remember, R&R and I shall attempt to update soon.