It would have been a women she would have chosen to be had she ever been given the choice. A woman; beautiful, cunning and deadly.

She knew intellectually that her entire existence was something of a fluke, something like a mistake. She was never supposed to be alive. But she understood so much more then they thought, years of listening to every conversation taking place within her hearing range had done that. And everything was within her range.

She thought, with little remorse but much more malicious satisfaction, that it was probably a side effect of having so much magic gather together in one place. The magic of the entire world. With no one using it, it had started infecting, affecting everything around it. The trees, the grass, permeating the very air of the island and seeping deeper into her core, filling her so completely…

And then she awoke.

Her awakening was slow and gradual. Silently watching and waiting, bidding her time, taking stock of what and who she was. Then came the realization that all of this was hers. She was the island, the island was her and everything on the island was hers. It was then she decided who she was, who she wanted to be and what she wanted to have.

She came to dread the steady, lengthy visits of the Chosen children. Hating the sound of their laughter, their free and easy movement as they flew effortlessly through the air. Hating the fact that she was dependant on these mere children to survive. And yet, she could not move, could not talk. She could only watch and wait. The plan was not yet ready; the time had not yet come.

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Captain Jack Sparrow yawned and stretched lazily. He couldn't remember the last time that he had had such a delicious nap. He felt rested and refreshed. Everything was perfect. There was absolutely nothing wrong in the world.

He glanced around the room and saw Will Turner still stretched out on another bed, still fast asleep.

Jack sat up, fighting a strong urge to fly up to the ceiling crowing loudly. He shook his head, reminding himself that he wanted Will to rest. After all it was Jack himself who had kept the boy up half the night so why shouldn't he rest when he had the chance. Besides which, he didn't even know how to fly! So why in the world was he even thinking these things?

But he felt excited and energetic; shouldn't he be able to share this mood with everyone else? Who really cared about anyone else? All that mattered was his own happiness. Will could rest any time. This was his island, his domain, here, he could do whatever he wanted and worry about no one else. The rest of them were just jealous…

Jack shook his head again, rather strongly this time. There was something wrong with this entire situation. While he was no stranger to feeling excited and happy, this was not right. This wasn't him, these feelings were not his.

Having finally come to this conclusion, Jack Sparrow could now feel the foreign presence on his mind.

What do you think you're doing? He asked silently. Why do you do this? Who are you?

He thought that he could hear an echo of clear, ringing feminine laughter as the presence slid away from his mind leaving it all his again.

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You want to defeat Peter Pan. You want to once and for all get rid of Captain Jack Sparrow. A voice whispered into his mind. I want you to succeed.

"What?" Barbossa looked around at the trees in the midst of which he stood but could see no one other then himself. "Who are you?"

An ally. The unknown voice stated simply. You are here for a reason Captain Hook, Captain Barbossa. No matter who you are, you are here to defeat the one known as Peter Pan. Are you willing?

"Yes." He didn't know why or how or what the catch to this whole setup was but he was alive again and after being dead it felt wonderful. He wanted to kill Captain Jack Sparrow and if this mysterious voice was going to give him the opportunity to do just that, he wouldn't look his gift horse in the mouth. For now.

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Will Turner awoke with the strongest feeling of someone watching him. Startled, he jumped up, looking around for the danger, then grabbed his dizzy head and looked reproachfully at Jack who had turned out to be the culprit.

"Sorry mate." Captain Jack Sparrow grinned at him. "We've got a bit of a problem.

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Anamaria suddenly paused mid laugh and pointed to a thick canopy of trees a few feet away.

"There they are." She told Elizabeth looking at the two figures coming out onto the beach, one swaying slightly from side to side. Definitely Captain Jack Sparrow. Will caught sight of them first and said something to Jack pointing out the two girls on the sand and Jack nodded, heading in another direction towards where the other crew members were spread out all over the beach.

Minutes later they were all gathered together in the circle in the shade in a bizarre recreation of the night before. Captain Jack Sparrow, the Turners, Gibbs and Anamaria. And still, the only one that knew the whole story or at least more then the rest was Jack.

"We have a problem." He repeated the words said earlier to Will. "There is something wrong with this island. It's not only the fact that it just somehow brought Barbossa back to life." Jack paused, not really knowing how to put into words something that he did not really understand himself.

"There is magic here, right? The magic of the entire world squeezed into one little island. The magical creatures use some of the magic and I am bonded to it as well so that I can use a portion too. The way Isee it, there are certain things that the magic that is bonded to me supposed to do. One of those things was to erase my bad memories and only leave the good ones. The problem is that a lot of the time it did the opposite. I didn't realize this before but this time, on three occasions I felt someone or something in my mind and it wasn't the usual magic that's part of the bond. This is something foreign and I'm not at all sure of what it wants."

"What was it trying to do?" Ana asked, worried. She didn't understand a lot of what was going on on the island but if it was attacking Jack then it couldn't be a good thing.

"It tried to erase my memories, take over my mind and the second time was when it went fishing for the memories of Barbossa and Captain Hook in my mind." Jack said.

"In order to resurrect him."

"Yes."

"Talking about Barbossa, I've put up guards to surround our camp from the inland." Gibbs informed him. "We figure that he's been resurrected without a ship handy, so he'll be on foot and the guards will let us know if he gets close."

"Thank you." Jack nodded at his quartermaster gratefully.

"We'll wait it out, see what happens on both subjects. I just wanted you to know. Meeting adjourned." He grinned at his crewmates and flopped onto his back on the ground staring at the pretty clouds in the sky.

The others continued on to some inane topic, talking friendlily amongst each other but Jack didn't enter the conversation. Instead he took the time to turn and look at his ship, calmly floating in the water. Soon, he thought, knowing that his ship would hear him and understand. Soon.

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