Author's Comment: You all really are too wonderfully flattering. Much love :)

Note: A "quoy" is what the spanish refer to as a "guinea pig." It is named so because of its constant squealing and "quuoooying" (I should know I own one). It is also a delicacy mainly in Ecuador and other South American countries.

Also, for the previous reference in chapter three I believe the "Pillars of Hercules" are two mountainous peninsulas which border a pathway connecting the Mediterranean to the Atlantic Ocean. I saw, when Jack had openned the map in AWE that the picture of the cup was indeed symbolic of the "Fountain of Youth" and thus the two pillars were symbolic of the "Pillars of Hercules." If you're as much as a greek mythology buff as I am you'll know that these pillars are often referred to by Plato as a way to "Atlantis" the lost city. Thus of course, this caused many PoTC fans to antcipate a sequel involving this idea (including myself). Also, the islands of South Bimini is thought to be the whereabouts of The Fountain of Youth, where in fact "The Bimini Road" a remnant of some man-made formation of rocks exists from the sea. A psycic Edgar Cayce had stated that he had a vision that parts of Atlantis would rise up and that the highly evolved society was able to use futuristic machines powered by crystals. All quite interesting isn' it mate?

In Fact, A Rat

"I am sorry to inform you that your ship is completely destroyed. There is only one survivor besides yourselves… a Senor Gibbs. He awoke only a day before you, you both being at rest for a total of four." Elizabeth lightenned at the fact that Mr. Gibbs was still alive.

"It appears, he stayed afloat by clinging to the barrels of bootlegged rum that was luckily scattered during the wreckage."

Ha… the rum… how ironic.

"The bretheren will be quite pleased to know I have retrieved their "booty" so to speak." Villanueva stated to the two, he spoke with an air of Spaniard arrogance causing Elizabeth to narrow her eyes in observation.

Absolutely delightful, another arrogant male... pirate no less.

"What pray-tell is this booty?" Elizabeth questionned, attempting to gain her own air of confidence. She threw Jack a sideways glance, finding that he was once again unengaged. She then followed his glance to the rodent held in Villanueva's arms, and only rolled her eyes before drawing her attention to him once again.

"My orders were to retrieve a certain unruly swan, and flightful yet clever sparrow." Villanueva grinned, his teeth quite clean suggesting he was a man of Spaniard class. "Do not fret senorita, there will be no clipping of wings as of yet."

"Is that… a rat?" Jack questionned finally raising an unsteady hand at the creature, his nose twinging in disgust as he continued to focus on the squeaking animal Villanueva held in his hands.

Villanueva turned his attention to Jack, proudly smiling at his comment. "It is in fact a "quoy" Senor Sparrow, a delicacy to many latins and a suitable companion."

"Delicacy?" Elizabeth frowned, her attention now brought to the rodent.

"…a rat?" Jack snarled, his dark eyes still focused on the "quoy."

Villanueva chuckled, "Come captains! We have much meaningful business to discuss. We will get you dressed and we will feast. May you bask in my Spaniard hospitality!" Villanueva left the room, Elizabeth rose and tugged Jack by the hand to follow as well.

"Is' a bloody rat…" Jack slurred. Reluctantly he followed after her, staying a good distance from the squeaking rodent.

"A bloody filthy rat…"

Before they had set foot into the dining quarters a sum of two servants came to them. They immediately dressed Jack in a very light cotton shirt and dressed Elizabeth in a light and comfortable silken dress. Elizabeth had then commented how convenient and tasteful it was that the captain had servants when Jack had simply replied "I'd take the clothes off for you luv, but I'd conveniently have a lack of what to put on."

"You are the sort to conveniently do so…" was Elizabeth's whitty answer, which left Jack with a smug grin. Elizabeth strangely found herself smiling along with him. The two were then led to the grand dining quarters of Captain Villanueva.

The room itself was well decorated, dazzling with gold goblets and plates. There was also, to Elizabeth's joy a great deal of food before them. Chicken, roasted pork, sizzling mushrooms and vegetables, fresh fruits… and was that…

"Come feast! Sit sit!" Villanueva grinned, "Might I interest you in a South American delicacy?" He waved his hand before the plate Elizabeth had fallen pray to, a small roasted animal that seemed very similar in structure to the animal now clinging to the spaniard's shoulder.

"The chicken will suit me fine" Elizabeth said with a sheepish smile, dipping her head slightly in thanks before taking her seat and placing food on her plate. Jack took a seat beside Elizabeth, attempting to stay a seat away from Villanueva and his…rat. His eyes widenned at the "delicacy" the man had so graciously pointed out, a sudden twitch taking hold of his lip.

"Will you not sit closer Captain Sparrow?" Villanueva amicably querried. Jack grinned toothily.

"Content as a cucumber mate." His glance fell on the rat once again before he helped himself anxiously to a piece of pork. "Fancy this ey?" Jack commented on the luxuriousness of the captain's dining quarters, though his eyes began to search the table for something that was seemingly missing.

"I have more food if you wish senor. I also have the best of wines, scotch, whiskey, and beers on my person!" Villanueva said rather excitedely, noticing Jack's search of the table.

"To my dismay I failed to hear any rum in that sentence." Jack slurred ceasing his searching, his mouth half full of roasted meat. Elizabeth frowned but kept silent as her mouth was full of chicken. She wondered if the rum he had drank before the storm had been thus washed out of him, causing him to attempt to refill himself.

"Rum! The best in the Caribbean!" He clapped his hands, "Veng! Ahora!" Two servants came to him nodding in obedience once he summoned them away for the drink. Hurriedly they returned, presenting before the captain a bottle carefully wrapped in cloth. He toook the bottle and uncorked it, pouring Jack a glass and then afterwards offering some to Elizabeth though she then politely decided she would prefer the wine.

"A man of my fancy I'd say…" Jack commented, watching Villanueva pour his share of rum. Jack then took his full cup, rising it unsteadily before him. "Cheers! To old acquaintances!" Jack announced in joy, chiming his cup against those of Villanueva and Elizabeth. All three agreeingly took a sip of their drink, Jack of course taking more of a gulp.

"Senor Sparrow you are quite the fine man!" Villanueva said cheerfully, "It is sadly not too often I come across a man of equal happy manners. Quite the good man you are, we are diamonds in the rough as some women may put it." The spaniard then chuckled.

"So I've been so rightly told mate." Jack grinned, swirling his cup before him with a confident grin then amicably resting his arm behind Elizabeth's head. There was no doubt in Elizabeth's mind who Jack was referring to. She remembered how she had "so rightly told him" that he was infact a "good man."

Villanueva observantly kept silent at Jack's gesture, and wondered if he had planned to "court" the young woman. He was a man of the old tradition, and thus found this a sufficient guess for Sparrow's actions.

"Wonderful" Elizabeth thought silently, taking a sip of her wine, "A man who actually matches his self-confidence. With me seated right between them."

"Now that we're all quite clear on what fine gents we are…clearly…" Jack began, taking another needed sip of his drink, "…lets get on with this meaningful business ey?"

Villanueva nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his own drink before speaking. "The Bretheren Court has sent me to retrieve you and Captain Swann for your absence at Shipwreck Cove. They requested I bring you at once, being a lord of the Spanish Main it seemed most convenient at the time. Of course, there was ill weather afoot and I was so lucky to have survived it myself."

Elizabeth wondered if she should inform the captain that she was now a "Turner" however the whole point seemed utterly insignificant at the moment.

"Tha's all quite settling mate, but I'm afraid I failed to merit an invitation. So I was in fact neither given the pleasure of accepting nor disinclining their request."

"I am afraid Captain Sparrow that you have no choice in the matter" said Villanueva simply, becoming suddenly serious as his chuckling ceased. "You must attend along with King Swann. It is their request."

"If I'm inclined to accept…" Jack said hoarsely with a puckish grin, "…then its not a request now is it?" He then leaned rather roguishly against the back of his chair, a look of rebellion taking his expression. Elizabeth's gaze fell on him as she observed him intently. She once again admired his ability to partake in such whitty banter. She also wondered where this strangely dashing side of him came from. They paused for a good moment. The spaniard's eyes narrowed at the saucyness of his words and curiously flickered from Elizabeth's gaze and then to Captain Sparrow, he noticed the simple admiration in her eyes and again questionned his hand that began to gently massage her shoulder. He wondered if there was an unknown relationship between the two, but found it as none of his business.

"Haha! You are quite right Senor Sparrow!" Villanueva finally chuckled, "Of course I had not asked Captain Swann of her thoughts!" He then diverted his attentions to Elizabeth. She shook her head, waking herself from her obvious gaze at Jack. This had caused Jack of course to frown in question, wondering why she had done so. He found it wasn't like her to daze and keep so silent. It wasn't like the Lizzy he knew.

"MMmm!" Jack remarked, as he was awoken from his thoughts and slightly startled when the rodent on the spaniard's shoulder began to squeal obsessively. "Bloody rat…" he mumbled under his breath.

"I think that as pirate lords and I Pirate King…" she said pridefully, causing Jack to groan with a slight yeeeehh at her referring to herself as pirate king, "…it is our duty to answer the call. Though I am quite questionate as to why we are so desperately needed."

Villanueva quirked a brow, questionately throwing Jack an inquisitive glance which he of course mimicked involuntarily. "Why don't you ask Senor Sparrow…" Villanueva stated, before they were interrupted by a crew member from the deck.

"Estamos aqui Senor!" the man said to his captain, "Claro!" was his reply.

"On deck then Captains, it appears we have arrived at our destination." As Villanueva left Elizabeth shot Jack a questing glance.

"Jack?" she inquired, her eyes narrowing as she wondered what the spaniard had meant by "…ask Senor Sparrow."

"Best we be getting on deck then!" Jack answered rather enthusiastically pushing her out to the deck.

"…Jack!"

"Hop to hop to!"

"JACK!"