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Thanks for the reviews everyone for the last chapter. This story is going to be wrapping up soon but we still need to have a bit more fun before that happens. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Jack awoke several hours later feeling as though his head had been bashed against the wall several times. He sighed while rubbing his forehead taking note of the fact that it was sunny and there wasn't a cloud to be found in the sky. How long had he been out for? Judging by the position of the sun....?

"Jack, je ne peux pas comprendre ce qu'Elizabeth dit. Jack, I cannot understand what Elizabeth is saying."

Sparrow turned his head to see both Turners standing on top of him. "William, I didn't know you spoke fluent French! Voulez-vous...?"

"Jack," Elizabeth said causing Jack to look now upon her. "Prego direte a William che non sta parlando inglese e che non ho indizio che cosa sta dicendo. Will you please tell William that he is not speaking English and that I have no clue what he is saying."

Jack cocked his head to the side. "What?"

"Che cosa sta dicendo? What is he saying?"

"Speak bloody English woman. I don't speak that fancy Greek or whatever...

"Es italiano tú idiota. It is Italian you idiot.," a deep voice drawled from behind.

There stood Norrington looking a tad disheveled and very angry. "And since when do you speak Spanish mate?"

"Español; No hablo una palabra de español. Spanish; I don't speak a word of Spanish."

Jack got to his feet and looked around the deck as the crew began to awaken. "What are you lot doing sleeping on the job? I want everyone to account for their misdeeds at this very moment."

Immediately Jack was bombarded with what he could only describe as words but in many different languages. Some he recognized from the Orient, others from Central and Eastern Europe and others still that he had never even heard before in his life. It was getting annoying.

"All right now everyone just shut it," he called out as loud as he could.

That could not be helped though as the voices continued to get louder. Finally a whistle cut through the chaos.

"All right now everyone just listen up!"

Everyone turned to see AnaMaria appear on the deck looking mighty angry and somewhat annoyed as well. She was speaking perfect English though so that was a good start. Jack sauntered over to her and she continued.

"Would everyone just kindly form a line and we'll have you say a simple sentence and break you off according to whatever language seems to be coming out of your mouth."

"Are you sure that's going to work? What'll we do afterwards?" Jack whispered into her ear.

"We'll cross that bridge once we come to it."

It went on for hours. If the sentence sounded similar enough to what another was saying then they were put together. The odd thing was that the people in the groups seemed to understand each other as well. A problem however was that out of the entire crew only two others were speaking English aside from the Captain and Ana and they were Marty and a young crewman named Robert.

The rest understood anything said in English, the answers were just coming out in different languages. It didn't even seem to be apparent to them that they weren't speaking the right language. Even Cotton's parrot was spurting out words in Greek!

"All right then crew, does anyone remember anything odd that happened right before we all fell asleep?" Jack asked.

A crew member began speaking in Latin and Jack, being the worldly man that he was, was able to detect about three or four words in a slew of words that seemed to last over five minutes.

"Did you get any of that Captain?" Marty asked worriedly.

"Could've sworn I heard the word 'lumen' or 'light' in there. Not much else though I'm afraid. Thank you though," Jack said with the nod of his head.

The crewman nodded back and Jack sighed.

"Jack," Ana said, "perhaps we should go into your cabin and..."

"Yes," Jack said, cutting Ana off hoping against hope that...

"And go over your maps. Maybe there's a nearby island we could stop by and they may be able to help us."

Jack knew that she was right. "Sounds like a fine plan to me. Marty, you're in charge until we're finished."

"Aye Captain," Marty said giving him a salute.

Jack and Ana walked side by side into the cabin and got to work as quickly as they could.

Will looked over to Elizabeth sitting with Gibbs in the Italian group and felt a little anger enter into him. Whomever or whatever had done this had most definitely done it on purpose to mess up their lives even more than they already had. Ever since they had stepped foot on that island.

Why did bad things have to keep happening whenever Jack Sparrow was around? Granted he had helped to save them from the ship but now things would continually go from odd to the downright strange.

Was Elizabeth having some deep, emotional conversation with the man? Why couldn't she look at him?

"Did you know that you whistle very loudly?"

"Focus Sparrow!"

"Have we passed any of these land masses in the last few hours that I don't remember or in the days that I haven't been here?" Jack asked.

"Well as you can see from these little 'x's' that are on the map these are forms of land that we have indeed passed since you've been gone."

Ana pointed them out and Jack nodded right along with her. He noticed a pattern emerge from the spots and connected them together. When finished he and Ana stared in amazement as a triangle emerged with their ship, currently, right in the center.

"Ana, I don't believe I have any need to inform you of the legends that this certain area encompass."

Jack, though he would not say it aloud, was beginning to feel rather nervous. No ship that he had ever heard tell of had ever escaped the central area of the Bermuda Triangle. Then again, this was just another piece to add onto his legend.

"Come, we must inform the others."

Ana took one last look at the map before following him to the deck.

I hope that wasn't too complicated. The internet translator has become a bit of a friend for this story so I'm truly sorry if there are mistakes in the foreign languages department. Recap: Everyone is speaking a different language in order to cause confusion. If you've ever heard the story of the Tower of Babel, that's where the inspiration came from. Thanks once again for reading.