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Thanks for the nice reviews! I thought it was bad because of using only pronouns with He. (see below)

He starred with dead eyes at his blood stained hands. Not his blood. The blood of the man lying before him. An uncle to Jack Sparrow. In the corner, the new widow was crying. She would get to live. She was a Sparrow by name only. She didn't know the treachery of the whole Sparrow family. However, the screaming child in her arms would die as well. It was the rules of his contract. The one he made to Davy Jones. The reason he could find any Turner or Sparrow. He made a deal.

When he had called upon Davy Jones, he was pleased and surprised to learn that Davy had a score to settle with the captain as well. After making a blood oath, he had been granted new powers. But in case the infamous pirate betrayed him, he had a backup plan.

Each member of his crew had taken one of the gold medallions. Then, following the Blood Ritual, they had all paid back their blood. Except for him. His coin was the only thing that kept the crew immortal. It also ensured loyalty. No one would dare mutiny on the only person that could break the curse. His every whim was catered to. Even his toughest mates didn't want to risk upsetting him. It was easy enough to throw one small coin to the depths. In a moment of ingenuity, he had double-crossed his crew and Davy Jones. He was unstoppable.

He turned to the woman, and hauled her off the ground. Choking her, he took the small child from her limp arms. He tossed her aside like a rag doll, and turned his dark eyes on the frightened child. It was a little boy, a spitting image of the dead man on the floor. It could have been Jack's own child by the similarities. And that was what he would think as he'd kill him. Every unfortunate blood relative of Sparrow and Turner, in his mind, were the men themselves. There was no mercy. But still, this was the first child…

There was a pounding on the door, and someone shouted, "What's going on in there?" He dropped the child. Revenge was sweet, but he couldn't fulfill his mission hanging from the gallows. It wouldn't kill him, but after realizing he wouldn't die, he'd be looked up for eternity. The wooden door frame shook, and then fell in. But the confused officers saw only three people in the room and a strange shadow by the window. In a blink, it was gone. Anyone who saw it doubted that it was really there.

Casually walking back to the dock, he said to himself, "Barbossa, father, your time is coming." Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation, the same that had led him to the unfortunate family he had destroyed. But it was stronger. That could only mean it was the real deal. And they were actually coming to him. The sensation entered his brain. One Sparrow…and one…two Turner. Jack Sparrow and Will Turner were approaching Tortuga, where he was already. The second Turner, probably Bootstrap Bill.

As he went to inform his crew, he pondered whether should kill the father first or the son. Bootstrap was as big of a traitor as his son. The power continued to flow through him. A wind started up, nearly a gale. Doors and shutters banged and laundry flapped. Like it or not, the Pearl would be arriving within the hour.

Captain Jack Sparrow looked to the sea before him. It was beautiful in the setting sun. But everything looked wonderful from where he was. One the deck of the Black Pearl, behind the helm where he rightfully belonged. Even better, a lovely woman was hanging on his arm. Anamaria.

"What are you thinking about Jack?" she asked him. He stared up at the sky.

"How perfect life can be," he murmured. She gave him a surprised look.

"There's a crazy pirate after you and you think this is perfect?" A light tapping on the steps announced the arrival of a young woman, although she was dressed like a man.

"Now it is," he smiled, "Lee, get over here."

"It's Leah. How many times must I remind you?" But she came over anyway. He wrapped his free arm around her.

"How is this perfect?" Anamaria asked, a touch of jealousy in her voice at the arrival of the newest pirate on the crew.

"The wind at my back, the Pearl at my front, and a beautiful girl on either side." Smack! Anamaria stalked off. "Did I offend her?" he asked nonchalance. Leah stepped away, looking at the deck below.

"That Elizabeth, does she sail often?"

"What? Why?"

"She seems ill," Leah said, some laughter in her voice. The idea of being seasick was funny to a pirate.

"She was sick before she got here," Jack assured her. A thought danced through his head. "Maybe he's not a eunuch," he whispered, almost to himself.

"What? You think she's knocked up?" Leah pressed. Jack snapped back to reality.

"Who are you talking about?" Jack said. "I was referring to my aunt." Leah shook her head and stalked off, and it was eerily reminiscent of Anamaria. He grinned as he heard her rambling about women not being able to be eunuchs.

When the sun had set, Jack led Elizabeth and Will to what was usually his quarters.

"Blankets there," he pointed, "and good night."

"Wait, Jack," Will said, grabbing his arm. "We don't need any special treatment."

"But you might enjoy privacy. Best for telling secrets," Jack said, looking directly at Elizabeth. He then left with the hopes of bunking with Anamaria. Will stared at the closed doors, then turned to his wife.

"What was that about?" He walked over, holding her gently in her arms. That was one of his only flaws; he cared so much about everything. It was a great piece of character, but sometimes it could be annoying. Like when she wanted to tell him something. Instead, he made her want to melt in his arms.

Elizabeth took a deep breath. "I--" but before she could say anything, there was a burning sensation in her throat and she quickly turned away from Will. Luckily, someone had placed a bucket right by the table. She felt hot all over, throwing up into the wooden pale, and after a moment realized that Will was holding her hair back. This was going to be more difficult than she had thought.

Below deck, Jack found himself in an uncomfortable position. Instead of sharing a bunk with Anamaria, Crimp lay on one side with Gibbs on the other. Not pleasant, especially since Gibbs smelled of pigs. He got up slowly. I'd rather sleep on the deck, where I can at least breath properly, he thought.

As soon as he was on deck, he looked at the sea around him, breathing in the salty air. Odd, it smells like rum and smoke. Like Tortuga. He ran up the steps to the helm, and saw that somehow, during his brief time below deck, the Black Pearl had started to drift, all the way to Tortuga. Something wasn't right. But they would have to dock now, and he was the only one up. Except there were still lights in his cabin. Will had helped him into port before, he'd do it again.

He knocked briefly on the door, and Will poked his head out. In the background, he heard a strange noise, like somebody retching. Most likely Elizabeth.

"We're here," Jack said. "I'll need your help, the crew is sleeping, bless their hearts." After a few minutes, he lowered the dingy. "Coming?" Will seemed unsure. He glanced back at the door where Elizabeth was. Jack could tell that he didn't want to leave her alone. But he came anyway.

Rowing in the dingy, Jack noticed for the first time how quiet Tortuga was. Normally, this was it's peak hours. But there wasn't a soul about. There was a shadowy figure on the dock as they tied the dingy up. At first, neither man was sure that it was a person, it never moved. As they drew closer, they saw him clearly in the dim lamplight.

By looks, he seemed to be around the same age as Will. But he had old eyes, deep and yellow. His skin was pockmarked and he wore a scraggily beard. Although his clothes were torn and old, they had once been those of some sort of gentleman. The kind of clothing worn by a pirate captain. He was even wearing a hat, one that had once held a magnificent green plume, but it looked like it had been sliced off. Jack's breath caught in his throat. He knew that hat, and those eyes. Barbossa.

I love cliffhangers! They're so evil!