Okay Lily, NOW will you stop being mad at me? THIS IS A NO SLASH FIC!! DIE SLASH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH epp.... I'm OK!

Snuffles

Yeah, no one except Kas is mine...its all from PotC. None of the funky words are a real language. I just made it up...k?

"All hands, on deck!" Came the cry early one morning. "The Sandstorm 'as been spotted!"

The pirates immediately tumbled out of bed and hurried to put on their swords and pistols. When they got on deck, the Captain, Gibbs, and Kas were waiting for them.

"Remember, hold fire unless I give you the signal," Captain Sparrow barked as the enemy ship drew nearer. Fire flashed in the Captain's eyes and Kas could see the desire for revenge.

"Why is the Captain so angry?" whispered Kas in Gibbs's ear.

"You mean you don't know the story of the first meeting between Jack and Peter?" asked Gibbs astounded.

"Whose Peter Blackjaw?" asked Kas.

"Well, Blackjaw and...wait a second, how it be that you know his surname?"

"Oh, you just said it," answered Kas confidently.

"I did? Must be getting on in me years, can't remember what I'm saying...Well Blackjaw and Jack met when they were young lads, around sixteen me thinks. Jack and 'im were best mates and they swore that when they both had their own boats to never attack or raid another ship or property. When Jack turned eighteen 'e got his own ship 'n property from gamblin'. Blackjaw must 'ave been jealous but 'e never said a word. Then one night saw 'im attack with his group of followers, took Jack's boat and burnt down all on his property. Jack tried to follow but failed. 'Is crew deserted and Jack was left with nothin' but his affects. He found job on the Pearl. The capt'n was an older man who took Jack in. Jack worked his way up and became capt'n when the older one died. Course then Barbosa came inta the picture and you should know the rest from there." Gibbs finished his story as Peter Blackjaw prepared to board the Pearl.

"Well, well, well, Peter Blackjaw, my old mate," Jack smiled a false smile.

"Jack...so good to see you. How about we talk a little business?"

"Very well then. Kas, boy, bring me and me guest some rum.

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"No, no and no. Defiantly not, NONE of my crew are for sale. " Jack paced furiously around the room as Blackjaw, Kas and Gibbs watched.

"Jack, I need some crew. How about a hundred for Ana Maria? She has more then one use," Blackjaw glanced at Jack but was to late to duck the rum bottle Jack had hurled at him.

"Never, now unless you have some real business to discuss, I suggest you leave before I loose my temper."

"Very well, down to business," Blackjaw gulped down his glass of rum and motioned for Kas to refill it. "Look here, Jack, I know the Pearl isn't doing so high n' mighty as if could, be so I'm giving you the offer of this map. It's a treasure map, you see. Our ship 'as already tried to find the island and needless to say we were unsuccessful. So now I'm a giving' this to you and if you're successful you give me 25 of the plunder and if you're not, I get what's left of the crew." Blackjaw handed Jack the map and headed towards the door.

"You sure tha' you won't be trading him?" Blackjaw nodded to Kas.

"No. Now get your bloody carcass of my ship, Mr. Gibbs, would you be as kind as to escort him?" Gibbs and Blackjaw left as Jack turned to Kas.

'No need to look so pale, I'd never sell any of my crew." Kas's response was to shake his head.

"Why don't you go back to your hammock? Can't have our best ship boy getting sick on us can we?" Jack studied Kas but all he got was a plain face that showed no emotion.

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Kas was sitting by his hammock book in hand. But he wasn't reading. He was trying to sort out all the thoughts running through his head. 'How had Peter gotten that map? And why would he want them to sail to the island of the Muada? There was nothing dangerous there. The call came for all to report on deck. Kas groaned and straightened up. Muttering a curse under his breath he hurried up to where the Captain was waiting.

Jack had stretched the Map so the whole crew could assemble around it.

"As you see. The whole bloody thing is written in some bloody language that doesn't exist!" Jack took a swing from his rum bottle.

"Actually, Captain. If I may," Kas ventured, "It's written in the language of the Muada, an Arabic tribe."

"And you know this how?" questioned Gibbs, "You've met them, perhaps?"

"I've spent some time with them, yes. And learnt a few things."

"That's not the point. The point is, can ye translate this?"

"Of course. Map is read like any other map. The writing on the bottom is the direction to take to get to their island. And the writing along the side is a challenge."

"Well what does it say?" demanded Jack.

Taking a deep breath Kas read, "Muada is where the race ends, those who can survive the very first bend. Four points of freedom, four points of rest, a million other dangers for you to detest. The swiftest and the bravest that carry through shall be rewarded with riches and more riches anew. Be on your guard and use your wits, those who don't, their life shall call quits."

"So all we have to do is win this race?"

"Yes, but,"

"How long is this race?"

"Across the island. But the Muada don't include geographical features-"

"And then we become rich?"

"Yes, BUT-"

"Gibbs, see the Kas here gets an extra serving of rum. And head to the island. We've got some treasure to win!"

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Later that night

Jack stood at the wheel humming happily, he would soon be rich, and how hard could a race set up by some Arabic tribe be? (AN: No offense meant to anyone). He spun the wheel gently, they were almost there when a loud THUNK met his ears.

"What in the-"

"You can't go any further, Captain," Kas said quietly.

"And why the hell not?" Asked Jack.

"The Shaman won't let you. You're aiming to compete in this race, correct?"

"Yea,"

"Well, you aren't carrying the correct cargo to enter it. Also you are five months early."

"How the heck do you know this?"

"My friend, shall we say, once raced in this race,"

"That's great, now how am I supposed to get this cargo?"

"Turn around and head to the Port of Siavash, "

"Why should I take your advice?"

"I didn't say you should take it, Captain." Kas departed as quietly as he had left.

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The next morning when the crew woke up they were surprised to find themselves not at the Island of Muada but a large port, the Port of Siavash.

"Morning crew, as you might have noticed we are at the Port of Siavash. You are all to go ashore and not come back until evening when you are properly drunk," Jack announced. The crew cheered and headed off the ship.

"And you Kas. You are coming with me. We need to find this cargo that you mentioned last night."

Jack, Kas, and Gibbs walked through the port, coming to a stop in front of a store. KNYE'S WEAPONS read the sign over head.

"We came all the way here just to get some weapon?" complained Jack.

"No. Now stay quiet and for god's sake please let me do the talking," asked Kas. He pushed open the heavy door. Inside were some dusty weapons and a long counter. Behind it stood an old man with walnut skin and clear gray eyes.

"Esca hadina Kas! Nes quete Muada?"

"What in the world did he just say?" asked Gibbs.

"He just greeted me and asked if I've been to Muada lately," answered Kas as the old man shook his hand, delighted.

"Ne quete Muada. Capino vish te celpete in Herteno Muada."

The old man's eyes grew wide. He came around the counter slowly until he was looking Jack in the eye.

"I'm being old. Me know many things. Never has man of waters won race of land and Abia Angeni! Kas, how could you? You is giving this man his death!"

"Peace, old father. I know what I am doing."

"Gestai Fortune eccki tuuos spiti. May the good fortunes look easy on your spirit. Kas, the town shall rejoice with your coming, farewell." The old man hobbled back into the shadows of his counter. Kas led Jack and Gibbs around the counter to an old dusty door.

"You remember how there is a large fence surrounding the many miles behind this building?" asked Kas. "Well, now you shall see what is behind that fence." Kas threw the door open.

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