Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. Disney does.

Man, you know I think I liked last chapter's disclaimer a lot better.

A/N: Mm. Short chapter. Next one will be longer. I promise! I don't know when that update will be though since I'm still working on typing that chapter up. Yeah, it's pretty long. It's not as long as a chapter in LotR is though because that would just be crazy. I could never do that. Anywho, I'm going to be away for a week or so since I'm going to Florida for my uncle's wedding..and possibly stopping by all those other places of interest down there as well. (Disney, Universal) So hopefully it will be fun and when I get back, I hope to hear what you guys thought of this chapter! And now..

Chapter 20

From Morgan's map, they could tell they were outside of a river that led towards the mouth of the caverns. They had landed, luckily, in an area with the least amount of reefs and by this, Morgan had succeeded in pulling the Cicatriz farther into the bay that she had anticipated. For Jack, this meant that he'd have less rowing to accomplish.

The weather was outstanding although any sailors suddenly wouldn't agree as the wind had suddenly died down until the there was hardly a breeze in the air. It wasn't an issue any longer for these two and although they had nearly reached the cavern, there was hardly any area for them to depart from. They had hardly any clue on where they were going but things would soon be falling into place. Studying the sharp rocks as they neared the island, they both knew that this would hardly be an ideal spot to abandon their rowboat for the island.

Jack had stopped rowing then as he studied the blackened rocks carefully. Morgan swore to herself under her breath as she pulled the map out of her dark coat. Studying it carefully, she noticed that they were sitting above a large quarry of sunken rocks but just as before, she could see no way to find an entrance into the island itself. Jack on the other hand, had noticed one of the blackened rocks looked carved into the shape of the end of a pointed compass with its end pointing them towards the right. He began to row again in that direction.

"Seems as if someone spent enough time here to leave a few clues behind," he said as he motioned with his head towards the pointed rocks.

Morgan looked up at him and then towards the island with wide eyes. "Strange," she murmured quietly.

Jack silently agreed with her remark. This whole trip had been one strange encounter after the other. Somehow a carving out of a rock didn't seem as odd as an old pirate Captain who had known about the future.

"Just what is it ye have in that bag, White?" Jack asked as he continued to row, his eyes resting on the bag at her feet.

"Which one?" Morgan replied as she rolled the map back up and placed it in her coat. He motioned to the bag next to her with his head.

"Fire arms," Morgan replied before turning her head to look away from him.

"Ah," he said, "Is that all?"

With annoyance, she turned to look at him knowing that he was trying to tease her into being angry at him. Morgan didn't want to give him the satisfaction and so she looked away towards the rocks as she seethed quietly. He smirked in amusement as he rowed them towards an opening of the rocks. They both knew she had brought along Henry's skull and although he had teased her about it, the fact that they were finishing what the dead man had started bothered him slightly. How he could have know that someday the pieces would all come back was something that Jack couldn't understand unless – unless it was fate? Had it been fate when he had gone searching for the Black Pearl for ten years and in the process had found the son of Bootstrap Bill? Was it fate when he had met Captain Henry White and his daughter that day years ago? Was it fate now that he was rowing their boat towards the cave of an island which men had once though was the Isle of de Murta, of which he held the compass to? Jack Sparrow wondered if all his life had been leading up to one thing – something that would kill him or change him. Was this it?

Morgan watched as they slowly entered the mouth of a cave that sat gaping open like a mouth that had been moaning in pain. The darkness of the caves was nearly surrounding them as they embanked just inside of a bend in the river. White exited first, not really paying attention to what she was doing as she tried to fathom what would await them on their journey. Jack's mind had also turned towards the island of undead souls that his feet now stood upon. For both of them, the question was once they went in, what would lead them back out?


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