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Summary: Jack's out on a quest for the Fountain of Youth and the Black Pearl; Will has to deal with being the Captain of the Flying Dutchman; Elizabeth is a Captain herself; and Barbossa is trying to beat Jack to the finish line. Now, their fates are intertwined, but how do they join?
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Disclaimer: Just doing this for fun. PotC does not belong to me… neither does Jack Sparrow… sigh… darnnit.
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Chapter 4: The compass
Captain Barbossa – ahem, former Captain Barbossa – was smiling. He had just been mutinied upon, marooned, and left for dead, and he was smiling. Standing on the shore of Cannibal Island, fondling his effects, Barbossa only stared across the ocean, looking directly at the Black Pearl. He continued smiling.
He noticed the ship turn around and watched it gaily as it re-approached the island. Still, he kept on smiling. His smile grew only bigger as Jack stepped foot on the island and charged over to Barbossa.
"What are ya doing here, Jack?" He responded through a smiling mouth. "Miss me already?"
Jack leaned back and frowned. Then he pointed an accusing finger as Barbossa. "You," he began. "You stole my compass!"
Barbossa grinned as he pulled out said compass and held it up by the string it was on. "What, this?"
Seeing his old possession, Jack greedily stretched out his right hand and tried to grab it. But Barbossa only moved it up higher.
Seeing he was getting nowhere, Jack pulled out his pistol. "Give me my compass, or I'll shoot you!"
Barbossa pulled out his pistol that only contained one shot. "Well, I'll just shoot you first!"
"I have the charts!" cried Jack hopefully.
Barbossa eyed him with one large eye. "I could shoot you and then run aboard my ship and steal the charts."
Jack was silent, fingering the handle of his pistol. "Touché." Jack Sparrow knew when he was beat. Or at least when he knew he wanted his enemies to believe he was beat.
Barbossa cocked his pistol and held it to Jack's head. Before he could fire however, Jack cried, "Taliki Piki!"
From behind him, Barbossa heard the yells of many, many people. Slowly, almost not daring to look, Barbossa turned his head to face the group. To his dismay, Jack had apparently found some help. The large group of people were, in fact, the indigenous tribes of the area who gave the island its name: Cannibal Island. Brabossa rolled his eyes as he lowered his gun. Would he ever beat Jack Sparrow?
"So you're going to sick a tribe upon me, are ya Jack?" questioned Barbossa, gesturing to the people behind him.
Jack opened his mouth while he smiled. His finger went up in the air, building the suspense, and then he lowered it with a quick, "No."
Barbossa grumbled.
"Actually, I am feeling quite generous today and if you would only give me my compass and your unyielding loyalty, I shall let you upon my ship."
Silence.
"Well?"
Barbossa eyed the tribal people. "They don't look too bad…"
Jack leaned in closer. "Remember, mate, it's called Cannibal Island for a reason." Barbossa still eyed Jack warily. "Think about it: Get eaten by people, or," piped Jack, "sail underneath the one and only Cpt. Jack Sparrow!" Jack finished his proposal with his arms wide and a large, devilish grin upon his face.
Still, Barbossa did not reply.
"I am losing my generosity rather quickly, Hector!" yelled Jack, all traces of his former smile gone.
"Oh all right, you flabbering cockroach!" at last responded the marooned pirate. "I'll come aboard with ye."
Jack only smiled and then turned and walked to his ship, a very grumpy man trailing behind him. But behind them both, stood a large crowd of hungry, saddened cannibals, weeping again for their loss.
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Captain Swann leaned against the railing of her ship, various crewmembers doing their job behind her. Quite frankly, she didn't know where exactly they were off to. She just sailed where the wind took her (hoping against hope that it would sail her to Will). Of course, she did not mention the latter to anyone. After all, what were the chances of running into the captain of the Flying Dutchman?
Realizing what the chances were, Elizabeth turned around swiftly, saw a crewmember she never really liked, pulled out her pistol, and then shot the man. Blowing off the smoke of the pistol, she sauntered over to the man, and bent over him. Rising, she looked around the ocean hopefully. After a few minutes, nothing happened. Frowning, Elizabeth walked back over to her railing – ignoring the astonished stares that followed her – and whispered, "Now why didn't that work?"
Resting her chin on her hand, she pondered over other ways to get to see Will. She had just killed a man, and wasn't it Will's job to ferry the dead? Oh, right. That was in the Underworld. But didn't Davy Jones come when people were near death?
Turning back around, she looked for another crewmember she was never really fond. Seeing her staring over them, many began to disappear from the deck, fearing that they would be next to get shot.
Seeing that they were all running away, Cpt. Swann hesitated for just a moment before she shot another man in the back.
Quickly walking over to him, she saw that he wasn't yet dead. Good.
Now she once again raised her head to look out at the sea. Then she saw it: The Flying Dutchman. An overpowering joy came over as she saw the ship come out of the water, almost right next to them. She nearly cried out when she saw Will come aboard her ship. Will on her ship! It was almost too good to be true.
However, Will didn't even look her way when he walked past her. Immediately the smile fell from her lips. He walked over to the man and knelt to him.
"Do you fear death?" he asked solemnly.
The man looked into the Captains eyes for just a moment before he breathed out his last breath. Then he was gone.
Will closed the man's eyes and then walked over to Elizabeth. He grabbed her arm harshly and pulled her over to him.
"I do not appreciate you killing innocent people just so you can see me, Captain Swann," he whispered in her ear.
Elizabeth paled. "I-I didn't know what else to do. I had to see you, Will."
Then for the first time, Will looked into her eyes. "You know that we can only see each other once every ten years. That was the deal."
She faltered. "Well… I know. But, but couldn't there be some way…?" She trailed off.
Will shook his head. "No."
"Then that means I'll only be able to see you five or six more times," Elizabeth said quietly, her voice cracking.
Will frowned. After a slight pause he said, "I'm trying to get a way to solve that." She was quiet. Listening. "The Fountain of Youth," Will said very quietly.
Elizabeth's brow furrowed. "But I thought that was just a myth."
"So did I, until Jack mentioned it. He's going after it, Elizabeth, and I am going to make it there before him."
This brought a smile to her lips. "So you know where it is then?"
This time, it was Will's turn to falter. "Not exactly."
Once again, the smile slipped away. Seeing her dismay, Will quickly added, "But I am working on figuring it out. I have a meeting set up and everything."
"With who?" pondered Elizabeth.
"Calypso."
A/N: Yippee! Another chappie out and done! Hope you all enjoyed, and, like always, tell me your thoughts!
I thank everyone for their kind words and I hope I'll be seeing you all again soon with Chapter Five: the Meeting.
Much evil love,
E. Ll