Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or any part of the Pirates franchise.

A/N: I'm quite pleased with this chapter; the first half was so much fun to write that I actually finished that bit in one sitting. Took two days overall to finish this chapter, which is a record for me. What can I say? I love this fic! I'm hoping to string in a few more reviewers with a second chapter, particularly considering we get to see a few more familiar faces. Enjoy!


The Shores of Tortuga

"That, Sheila, was my last bottle a' 'killer."

"Your point?"

"My point bein' that you don't go about drinkin' the last of my drink!"

"It's fair game and you know it."

"But not my killer!"

"Our ship, our food, our rum."

"Now that ain't fair, Sheila."

"I never said it was, did I?" Chuu seemed stumped by Shizuru's last retort, a blank and almost thoughtful, at least as much as Chuu could be thoughtful, look crossing his face. The two were seated side by side on the short flight of stairs leading from the upper deck to the bow. Shizuru clutched a flask in the hand farthest away from Chuu, the latter attempted to steal it back to no avail. Others stood around them, lazing about the deck with nothing better to do but watch the small argument. The salty stench of the sea met their noses, the waves crashing against the rock and the gulls' cries overhead offering a harsh background to the scene playing out before them.

Touya sighed as he rolled his eyes, leaning against the side of the ship. He was a pirate as far as anyone was concerned, though perhaps one of the more civilized of the crew. The word games Shizuru sent Chuu through nearly every evening, as well as each morning if she was in a particularly good mood, were quite childish and hardly worth his time listening to. Considering they were docked up in Tortuga, however, under orders to keep an eye on the ship, he didn't have much of a choice. His shipmates and, most reluctantly, friends, were bound to hop overboard and join the ruckus of the pirate town if his sane head wasn't showing above deck.

"Kuwabara said somethin' about rum 'fore he left," Rinku stated. It was his version of attempting to comfort Chuu who, at this point, had given up all hopes of getting back his precious alcohol. Rinku was the youngest on board and was often treated as more of a cabin boy than anything, though he was just as good with a sword as any of them.

"But it was my killer," Chuu moaned, staring on in horror as Shizuru took another swig.

"I don't know what you're complaining about," Shizuru replied, raising a brow. "I save you from some killer hangover."

"Any sign of them, Jin?" Suzuka turned his eyes up to the crow's nest, awaiting a reply.

"'Fraid not," came the reply. The Irish pirate looked down at his friends with a grin. "They only jus' left, you know. They won' be comin' back any time soon, now."

"Yeah, yeah," Suzuka grumbled, his lips twisting into a scowl. "The chances of them getting Kuwabara to leave on time are slim to none."

"It's Kurama we have to worry about," Shishiwakamaru butted in, his usual smirk quite at home on what considered to be his handsome face. "Think of all the filth chasing him about believing they're worthy admirers."

"You would know all about them, wouldn't you Shishi," Touya shot back, wearing his own smirk. "You'd give anything to be off this boat and down in Tort' yourself." Shishi scowled but said no more as the rest of crew fell into bouts of laughter; everyone present knew it to be the truth, though most of them harbored similar feelings, the exceptions being Touya and Rinku. Touya found the city to be rather disgusting and filthy, albeit with good rum, where as Rinku was simply too young to care for such pleasures.

"Why are we even bothering to come here, anyway?" Suzuka asked, raising both eyebrows as he turned to Touya for the answer. Touya opened his mouth, but Chuu gracefully interrupted before he could answer.

"MORE RUM!" Touya shook his head in exasperation.

"Hiei said they were searching for someone. A cursed someone," Touya said, his lips raised in a disgusted look. The others looked quite interested; who wouldn't be if their makeshift captains were searching for the only thing standing in their way of freedom?


Port Royal - Governor's Household

Through his searing headache, Koenma could only concentrate long enough to gather a single thought: why was it morning? He could not recall ever getting into bed the night before. In fact, he couldn't remember much anything at all, other than putting the horses away, though now that he thought about it he wasn't sure why he was doing that to begin with. A groan escaped his parted lips as he pushed himself to his hands and knees, squinting in the glaring morning light.

"Hello?" Koenma looked about the stable bets he could, though as far as he could tell he was very much alone. There was an empty stall where he knew a horse should have been and the animals remaining looked quite frantic. He staggered to his feet and soon found himself clinging to the wall as the wold began to spin out of control, tipping this way and that as if trying to knock him off his feet.

The journey to the house was long enough when one was not disoriented and seemed only that much harder when one was. It was difficult pausing every few feet to cling to a bush or other solid object until the world finished spinning and Koenma soon became quite frustrated with himself. Eventually he arrived at the front door of the large building.

Although the world had, at last, finished being a merry-go-round, he couldn't help but feel that he must still be suffering from head injuries. Both doors were swung open in a wide arc and the inside hall appeared to have been attacked by its own personal hurricane. His gaze drifted to the floor where he caught sight of a pair of shoes. The shoes seemed to be attached to legs, which were connected to a body which led to the face of the butler.

"No," he breathed, eyes wide as they stared at the man's pale face. They, whoever they were, had killed him. Were they after the Governor? Was there anyone left alive?

Koenma stepped through the open doorway, creeping down the hall as quietly as he could. Whoever had killed the butler and attacked the manor might still be around. The front room and the parlor hardly looked any better than the hall and he could spot where valuables had been stolen.

"Pirates," he whispered to himself, staring at the empty spot above the mantle where the golden family crest had once hung.

"Shame, isn't it? Unfortunately, that isn't all they took."

Koenma turned and caught sight of Governor Yukimura. The former's face was curious, though his eyes glinted in fear that something far worse had happened.

"They gave us no warning," the Governor continued. He pretended either not to notice Koenma's silence as he stared at the wall, or simply hadn't cared. "You should see the town, it's completely destroyed." He turned to face Koenma, his eyes narrowed into an accusing glare as if this had all somehow been his fault. "Do you know who did such horrible things, boy?"

"P-Pirates?" Koenma managed.

"Pirates!" Yukimura continued, ignoring Koenma's answer. "Pirates, that's who. And do you know what else they took?" Koenma opened his mouth to reply, but the Governor gave no chance for him to speak. "People. They took people. To be specific, they took my daughter, her personal maid and our guest, Lady Yukina."

Lady Yukina! The words jogged Koenma's memory and the night before came flooding back. He had gone to the docks to fetch Lady Yukina who was visiting the Governor's family while in town in search of her brother. He remembered bringing her back, putting the horses away and then . . . and then . . . Then what? His brows furrowed as he attempted to remember, though each try proved to be quite futile.

"Aside from you and myself, the only staff of this household to remain alive was the chef, though he left promptly this morning," Yukimura said after a moment of silence. "I do not expect him to return. As such, there is only one person I can count on to bring my daughter back safely."

"Who would that be, sir?"

"You." Koenma blinked in surprise, his confusion all too evident on his face. Yukimura laughed. "Your father was one of the best pirates to sail the Caribbean. Did you think I was unaware of that when I agreed to hire you?" He sighed and shook his head. "Normally I would not put my daughter's life in the hands of a pirate, but it seems that situation has come to pass regardless. And so I am trusting you to bring her back."

"But I was never a pirate," Koenma protested, shaking his head. He couldn't go gallivanting off in a ship pretending to be something he wasn't. "I can't commit piracy!"

"I am ordering you to save my daughter," Yukimura countered. "Need I remind you that I am the only reason you have yet to face the gallows?" Unable to hold his gaze any longer, Koenma averted his eyes to the ground. He could feel his cheeks flush with a tinge of pink. Yukimura was right; he owed him his life and there was no way he could refuse without facing his own death.

"I understand sir," he muttered, lifting his eyes to look at Yukimura.

"Good," came the reply. "I suggest you gather your supplies and start in Tortuga. Pirates were what took my daughter and what better place to begin than a pirate infested sorry excuse for a town?" Koenma nodded and Yukimura took his leave, setting off to the stables to fetch a horse to ride into the town; he wasn't going to clean up this mess himself.

When he could no longer hear the thump of hooves against the beaten road, Koenma frowned and decided that he'd best get moving. He slowly made his way toward the kitchen, pausing now and again to inspect a damaged object. It was when he examined the large grandfather clock sitting in the long hall that something bright caught his eye. He drew closer and picked up the small thing, bringing it close to his face.

It was a piece of coral.

Koenma frowned, wondering what a piece of coral was doing in the house or, more importantly, how it had gotten there to begin with. He stared at the small, rough object resting in the palm of his hand and knew it had not been by mere chance it had arrived there.

"Davy Jones," he muttered, eyes narrowing as his hand curled around the piece of coral. What would Davy Jones want with the Governor's daughter? A pirate such as he had no use for her.

My daughter and her personal maid...

It wasn't Keiko they were after; it was Botan. But even so, why would they want but a lowly house maid?

Only then will they be comin' after you.

Davy Jones wanted bait.