Disclaimer: I don't own the Black Pearl or Captain Jack Sparrow. Wouldn't it be fun if I did though? Own Morgan and Jonathan though.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long with the update, this story was in limbo for a while. I finally have a complete and utterly semi-complex plot for this story. I really can't wait to write it. Hope there's some people out there enjoying this as much as I'm enjoying writing it. I'm a going to be super busy this weekend since I have to choral concerts to perform at with my college choir so what would make me extremely happy when I get home late at night would be to see reviews! And lots of them! That means you! So please, please tell me what you think so far! More updates should come soon. Vacation is coming up soon! YAY! Enjoy!

Chapter 3 – Jonathan Mead

"The bloody Black Pearl," Morgan muttered out loud to herself with a smile as she sat down at the table of a filthy bar in Tortuga. "Now, there's a ship I haven't heard that much about lately."

She had just returned to Tortuga from her last escapade where she had run into the British merchant ship and was spending the money she had stole just as quickly as it had been gained.

"Aye, Captain Barbossa and his crew of men seem to have faded into the unknown after Captain Jack Sparrow got his ship back," Jonathan Mead said taking a drink of his grog.

He was a business man of all the wrong sorts. Jonathan traded goods, animals, and in some cases humans. Captain White had known him for years and he was one of the few men besides her crew who knew she was actually a woman. Meade was a tricky man who could pull the wool over anyone's eyes if they weren't looking and would steal the clothes of your back if need be the case but Morgan still liked him anyway. They had become good friends in a business where they were both out for themselves and although neither of them fully trusted the other, they would always count on the other to bring together a plan.

Jonathan Meade was younger than her, that much Morgan knew but his looked seemed to be deceiving. He was no young, handsome man and had already a few gray hairs and wrinkles upon his face. Meade was tall and thin as a rail with the worse set of teeth that Morgan had ever seen. On most days, he would smoke a long pipe or chew on a wedge of tobacco but tonight, he had put away his tobacco for a mugs of alcohol that his friend had insisted on buying.

Morgan ran her tongue across her upper teeth as she processed the information she had just received. "Jack Sparrow, eh? I remember Jack, highly doubt 'e would remember me. Tortuga is a wonderful town to meet friends and enemies," she said as she smirked in a most cat-like manner.

"Perhaps ye two should catch up on old times," Mead suggested as Morgan gave him a dirty look from over her mug. "He might be interested in that little venture of yours."

"I highly doubt that, Jonathan. I'm in that business fer myself, thank ye very much," Captain White snarled, glaring at a blond who had given Jonathan the eye. "No whore, pirate or rat will convince me otherwise."

"Are you callin' me a rat?" Jonathan asked, leaning towards her in a whisper.

She smiled as she leaned towards him. "Of course."

Jonathan threw his head back and laughed, 'haw-hawing' at her name calling. "Morgan if I knew yew any better, I'd kill ya for a remark like that."

Morgan just smirked at him. "And if I knew ye any less you'd be dead, mate."

Jonathan laughed at her again before getting serious. "Morgan, yer a great mate and probably the best female pirate I've ever seen in action.."

She snorted. "I'm the only female pirate you've seen in action," Morgan replied before taking a drink. "What is it that ye want, Jonathan?"

"There's a treasure to be found if yer one who'd like to go after it," he said slowly and gulping down half his grog.

Morgan watched some drunken sailors wander by as she thought about what Jonathan had just said. "What's yer price?"

"I want Jack Sparrow."

Captain White raised her eyebrows at that. "What do ye want with him?"

"Is it a matter to ye that ye'd be sticking yer nose into? I want him and his crew alive along with the Black Pearl. If ye must know, he has a map to an island I want on that ship."

White looked halfway interested at him. She still knew very few details about Mead's plan but she knew that the crew of the Cicatriz would be looking for something to do. "Are we agreed?" Mead asked as his black eyes stared back at her under the dim candlelit tavern.

"Aye," Captain White said before they shook on it. "Now..this treasure.. where can I find it?"

Jonathan leaned in close to her, his thin ghoulish face holding the answer. "That's what ye need to get Sparrow for," he whispered quietly before he leaned back in his chair. "I myself was once a member of 'is crew. That is, before Barbossa became Captain. Found a map to treasure and hid it before the Sparrow noticed I took it. I hid it in one of the floor boards before I got off that wretched ship fo' good. It was a good thing that I did for the next trip out was in search of that cursed Isle de Murte."

Morgan licked her drying lips. "Mead, if it's treasure ye want, I know where ye can get one for less trouble than it's worth.."

Jonathan cut her off before she had time to finish. "There's more to this than just treasure," he said mysteriously before downing the rest of his grog.

"And that ye won't tell..," Morgan added, catching on quickly.

"Does the idea of the most powerful army, an army that cannot die, attached to that gold attract your attention?"

Morgan looked at him curiously. "Besides, there's a rumor that Jack Sparrow knows where Isle of de Murte is hidden," Jonathan Mead added slyly as White's eyes flashed with greed.

"Isle de Murte?" she whispered softly.

"Ah.. so I see I've got yer interest," Jonathan said teasing her with a smile.

Morgan gave him a dirty look. "Of course, you fool. I've been tryin' to find that island since a child. One place my father always mentioned.."

"What about his compass?" Jonathan asked, knowing the type of response he'd get.

"I told you never to mention that!" Morgan growled at the gangly man as her eyes flashed with anger as she reached for her knife.

Mead just cackled his 'haw-haw' laugh at her. "Seems like you've done quite well without it."

".. and Sparrow's done just as well with it. Mangy cat." She spat in frustration.

Jonathan laughed back at her in amusement as she glared across at him. "What's yer plan?" she asked.

"The question, Morgan, is what is your plan. I want the crew alive and the map. Ye'll get yer share when I get the map."

"And why should I give it to you?" she protested. "With a map I could very well find the treasure meself."

"Not without me, Morgan. I'm the only one who knows how to read it and without me, yer useless with that map.
Morgan nodded slowly. She could see Jonathan wanted to stay alive and was only looking out for his own skin. She didn't trust him completely but this adventure was what she was looking for.

White nodded before getting up from the table. "I want the crew alive," he reminded her. "I know yerthoughts on prisoners. Alive an' unharmed. You may have them when I finish with them."

"Fine," Morgan replied in annoyance. "They're yours when I get them," she told him before walking out of the tavern and off to her ship. Tomorrow morning she would begin searching for the Black Pearl.