Thanks for the review, people! Here's Chapter 5.

Chapter 5: The Order of the White Falcon

His hand was steady, and his eyes were closed. Thinking of such soothing memories followed by a bittersweet goodbye left Will's spirit in shambles. He wanted to go back, but he always muttered the words to himself.

"The Dutchman needs a captain, the Dutchman needs a captain," he'd say silently.

He couldn't help but feel helpless, because the intensity of his love was eating him away and it was too much to bear. Even so, Will would give anything to see his Elizabeth, and if that is carrying souls to the afterlife just to see her one day…just one…he would do so. Eight years seemed like an eternity to Will, because of his duties as the captain. The souls of the dead were riding on his ship and soon he'd be on the other side. Once again, another round trip. Nothing much happened besides that, except watching the men play a bit of Liar's Dice every now and then. He thought more of parting with Elizabeth. Sweet sadness came upon him, and he let his thoughts sift for another few moments. Every day he prayed that she did not die on the waters. He didn't want to see her that way. Will Turner stood up from his deskchair after a bang on the door startled him.

"Captain! Captain!" his father shouted on the other side.

"What is it, father?" Will asked, putting on his coat. He rushed to the door and opened it.

Bootstrap Bill had a frightened look on his face. "Will, we're not alone out here. Something follows us."

Will rushed out of the captain's quarters and up to the helm of the ship. "Is it dangerous?" he asked. The crew were stumbling around, loading the cannons, preparing for the dangers that were ahead. The sky was cloudy, which is not a good sign when you're crossing over.

Bootstrap followed him. "Looks like it."

He looked around the infinite sea of water. "Where is it? What does it look like?"

"It's a black…dark cloud," his father answered.

Will looked behind his shoulder and spotted the black cloud. As his eyes stayed fixed, the black entity began collapsing and implosions occurred. When the smoke from the implosion cleared, Will noticed a black ship blowing past the dust. By the time he began to call out orders, the ship was in very close range.

"Ready the cannons!" he shouted to the crew. He turned his ship around and decided to fight against the black ship. After all, his crew was immortal.

The black ship drew closer, and as it did, Will noticed that there was no one on board, and that the ship was empty.

"Fire, Captain?" Bootstrap asked.

"Hold fire," Will said.

They watched the black ship sail for awhile, but then noticed bodies rising up from the black floors. Deep moans and groans came, like a ghost. The bodies stood up, and were the color of dark, decayed bodies. They were the undead souls of pirates, and they looked like they did not rest easily. All of them were missing eyes, some had only half their jaw, but all of them had decaying, yet strong limbs. They roared like monsters and looked like they were cursed, straight out of a pirate tale. The last body to rise was the captain, who had four arms, all holding cutlasses.

"Undead souls," Bootstrap said. "What disturbance has led to this?"

"We need to get out of this situation," Will's eyes widened. "Fire!"

The Dutchman's cannons fired upon the black ship, but the blasts did little damage. The ship slowly started to regenerate itself, but slow enough that more damage could be done. The captain of the Dutchman stood still as more cannon fire was called, increasing further damage to the opposing vessel. The undead pirates retreated to the side of their ship opposite to Will's. Will noticed what was about to happen and turned to the crew.

"Ready your weapons, men," he said, looking back out to the other ship. "The undead come."

Will drew his blade, the same one that Davy Jones stabbed him with; the same one he made for Norrington. As soon as he drew it, the undead pirates, outnumbering the crew by many, ran full speed and leaped towards the Dutchman.

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The Gilded Fountain was diverse, with an assortment of nationalities and races, not to mention the food and drink. Music, dialogue, and laughter overwhelmed the room. There was a bar, a poker table, and a billiards table where people socialized and enjoyed another day in Aswad Mohit. Jack had broken away from the group, already heading towards the bar.

Barbossa turned to the two women. "Watch ye rear. You inform us or we'll inform ye when the Order has been found."

"Yes," Zi replied. "We'll keep an eye out."

Jack Sparrow sat down at the bar. "Excuse me, but do you have anything decent here?"

The bartender, dressed in a green turban, turned around. "Oh, well…if it isn't the Caribbean legend himself. Come to travel over the sea of sand once again, Jack Sparrow?"

Jack nervously laughed. "No thanks. I'm here to see Hassan."

"Do you have a death wish, Mr. Sparrow?" the bartender asked.

Jack shook his head. "No, I have a business proposition," Jack replied.

The bartender smiled and leaned over the counter. "How lucrative?" he asked with his gritty, dirty teeth showing.

"Very."

Nodding, the bartender called out a few words in Arab, and the guards took him upstairs.

"Hey, where did Jack go?" Elizabeth asked after a moment of Jack's absence.

Being dragged upstairs, Jack was hoping Hassan would take up on his proposition. After they made him remove all of his weapons, Hassan stood up from his chair and greeted him.

"Ah, Jack Sparrow," he greeted enthusiastically. "My friend, it's been awhile."

Jack smiled. "Captain Hassan, that's Captain Jack Sparrow to you."

"I go by Altair Hassan now," Hassan said. "The respectable leader of my clan."

"Aye," Jack acknowledged.

Hassan laughed. "So, what is this business proposition you have for me, Captain Sparrow? It's not everyday a Carib like you comes to visit the Persian Gulf."

"It involves the Flying Dutchman," Jack stated, sitting down in a chair aside Hassan.

The Altair nodded and sighed. "So I suspect," Hassan responded, pouring some rum into his cup. "Rum?"

Jack shook his head. "No thank you."

"Jack, you know I wouldn't poison you," Hassan laughed again. "But…about the Dutchman…you wish to free it of its curse. Might I ask why?"

"I want my Pearl back, and it's the only way I'll get Barbossa off my ship," Jack said. "We might start our own fleet."

"Jack," Hassan stared off into space. "You know that I know how to free the Dutchman…but…I am still a pirate at heart. Is there anything in it for me?"

Jack smiled. "I know that you know that I know about the Dutchman. And I'm pretty sure you know and suspect that I know you know or someone that knows how to knowingly free the Dutchman, all knowingly depending on who knows who is doing the knowing," he paused for a bit, waiting for Hassan to absorb those confusing words. "But I might have something you'll be interested in." Jack pulled out a map. "Do you know what this is?"

"It's a map," Hassan said, ignoring Jack's earlier comments. "Where to?"

"This map, mate, leads to the Fountain of Youth. I've already found it, and if you can successfully help me break the curse, it is yours," Jack replied.

"The Fountain of Youth?" Hassan smiled. "Very lucrative, indeed, Jack. But all this, for a ship?"

"Aye," Jack said. He didn't want to completely reveal the arsenal of the Dutchman, nor its capabilities. "Just for the Dutchman, mate."

Stumbling noises came from downstairs.

"Let me go! Let go!" a voice screamed.

Jack turned to the door and Elizabeth was being held captive by one of the guards downstairs. "We found this woman snooping around back."

Hassan turned to Jack. "One of yours, Sparrow?"

Jack nervously smiled. "No, of course not. Are you serious?" Elizabeth gave a sharp glare to Jack.

Hassan smiled. "Then, I guess we can have a little entertainment…" Jack looked at him in an odd manner. "How about a little…swordplay?"

The large, imposing guard freed Elizabeth and drew his sword. "En garde!"

Elizabeth, confused with the situation, drew her sword as well. The duel started off slow, with only her and the guard stepping around the room. Jack tried not to look. Then their blades crossed and the duel intensified. Dodging and slashing, the two duelists missed their targets, but Elizabeth easily defeated the guard when she cut his hand. He could no longer fight.

Hassan clapped. "Impressive…miss?"

"Turner. Elizabeth Turner," she said, still holding her blade. "Missus."

"Mrs. Turner, that was quite impressive," Hassan said. "What would a woman like you be doing in a place like this?"

Elizabeth was straight to business. "I need your help to free the Dutchman."

Jack's eyes widened and he turned away from Hassan, whose glance turned towards him. "I thought you said she wasn't yours. A mere woman, Jack."

Jack smiled. "She's no mere woman, mate. She's the Pirate Lord of the South China Sea, and above all else, the elected Pirate King."

"Pirate king," Hassan nodded, rubbing his chin. "Mmm…yes. A girl with determination like you deserves that title."

"I need your help, because my husband is the captain of that cursed ship. I want to free him. Captain Barbossa said it was something of natural order," Elizabeth explained.

"Barbossa is here, too? Wow, it's like my birthday today," Hassan replied. "But, you won't be going off that easily, Mrs. Turner. See, you're on land now. I rule the trade routes around here."

Elizabeth gripped her rapier. "I can take more of your Falcon members."

Hassan laughed loudly. "She is so funny, Jack!" he patted Jack hard on the back and continued laughing. "A fitting Pirate King, but Mrs. Turner, do you think any of my Falcons would fall so easily? Very well, then. You asked for this. Tsau!"

He called out one of his Falcon members, who slowly started to walk down the steps of the third floor. Although Elizabeth didn't see him, the closer the steps sounded, the stronger his presence grew. The tension in the air was thickening due to the anticipation of the Falcon's arrival. Once he was in sight, she knew it was the one who attacked the East India Trading Company. The darkness from his hood completely covered his face, and although he was not as big as the guard, he was much more intimidating in his imposing posture and movements.

"Here's your chance, Mrs. Turner," Hassan said. "Can you subsist against one of the Falcons? Go easy on her, now."

Elizabeth picked up the guard's sword and wielded both, for she knew that he possessed dual blades. The Falcon unsheathed both his katana blades that were used to kill British troops earlier today. He began circling her, stepping around before he engaged. She went in first, but his reactions were fast. He parried every strike she could take at him, and it seemed as if he was toying with her. Another moment of strikes passed, then Jack pulled out a gun that he concealed on himself. The Falcon quickly kicked one of Elizabeth's rapiers and it landed on the wall Jack's chair was in front of, next to his face. Hassan lowered the gun.

"Be easy now, Mr. Sparrow," Hassan said. "It's just a little fun."

Elizabeth, now with only one blade in hand, waited for his next move. The assassin stood straight up from his stance and sheathed both of his blades. She was surprised that he would give up both of his katana. He cracked his knuckles and got into a martial arts fighting stance. Elizabeth waited a little longer, and then lunged in for the attack, but he dodged and kicked the blade from her hand straight up into the ceiling, and it was now stuck there. She retreated back towards the wall unarmed, and with quick instinct, pulled out a gun from her waist. Anticipating the gun, the assassin, in a lightning-fast movement, smacked the gun from her hand. Following the parry, he forced his right forearm on her neck and pushed her up against the wall. She futilely struggled to break free, but he was too strong. The assassin raised his left hand up close to her face, and a mechanical sound snapped in his left wrist. Following, a small blade clicked out from his wrist like a switchblade, and like the blink of an eye, the blade shot out from the sheath. She stood still, for the blade was only millimeters away from her face. The small, mechanical switchblade strapped onto his left wrist was concealed very well, and she knew she failed to defeat him. All too easily he bested her, and she still couldn't see his face under that hood, not even at this proximity.

"Tsau, that's enough," Hassan said. The assassin tightened his fist and the blade clicked back into its place. He pulled the rapier down from the ceiling and handed it to Elizabeth. "So, now you know the basic abilities of my assassins, Mrs. Turner. Tsau was merely being humble by sheathing both of his katana. If he had gone full speed, things would have been ugly."

Elizabeth let out a quiet chuckle. "I wasn't expecting the wristblade."

"Ah, but an assassin is a master of deception and hand-to-hand combat, is he not?" Hassan stated with a surprised smile. "Tsau here is Chinese, and the best martial artist in the Order of the White Falcon. He will travel with you to free the Dutchman."

Elizabeth was surprised. "Just like that?"

Hassan laughed. "Yes. Jack has explained the situation to me. Tsau, here, will meet you at the Black Pearl by sunset."

"I'm afraid we don't need any more men on our ship," Jack said. Then he nervously signaled towards Tsau. "Plus he's a little…scary."

Laughing once again, seemingly amused by the events that have occurred, Hassan wrapped his arms around Jack. "Tsau is a man of intelligence and philosophy, Mr. Sparrow. Not only the best fighter of my clan, but by far the most clever one of all. He is also the only one who is willing to help you on your little quest."

Elizabeth looked at Tsau, the assassin who stood beside Hassan with his arms crossed. She walked up to him and held out a hand. "Thank you for helping us, Tsau. This really means a lot to me."

Tsau let a moment pass by, then removed his hood so she could see his face. He was actually an attractive man with a short shaved haircut and a thin, but nicely shaven goatee. He might be a few good years younger than she was, about the same age Will was when Barbossa was cursed by Aztec Gold. It really matched his look, but he might be just a little too good looking to be an assassin, she thought. "There is a lot more here at stake than you think. I am honored to help," he humbly said, shaking her hand.

Elizabeth smiled because in actuality he looked very approachable. "Thank you once again. I'll see you on the ship."

Jack stood up after they shook hands. "No shaking hands for me, mate. Not with that wristblade of yours." They headed downstairs and out the bar.

After they left, Hassan looked at Tsau. "So, what do you think?"

Tsau sighed after what he just saw within the past few minutes. "It's going to be one long journey, man."

I'll be back with Chapter 6 hopefully soon. Once again, thanks for the reviews.