A/N: I'm on fire tonight. I've introduced a CATCF fic and I'm updating left and right! Problem is I have a full time job now so it might be harder to keep the updates coming quickly.

So why have I done so tonight? Because today and yesterday marked my ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY on F. F. NET! So check out all my stories and relive the fun with the old, enjoy the new. Be on the look out for a second CATCF fic I took over from CiceroGuided, along with all the other new fics I've got in the works for the coming year. Don't worry, I won'tpublish those without finishing what I've got now.

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Jack found himself underwater. Schools of fish danced all around him. He was trying to swim and find his way out before he ran out of air. Before he could, something closed in around him and began to pull him upwards. Jack looked, seeing the ropes of a fisherman's net. Just as his lungs were about to burst, he broke the surface gasping in fresh air. Then he and a few dozen fishes fell to a wooden deck. The net was cut away and Jack sat up about to thank his rescuers, when he noticed they were all of Asian orientation. They wore makeshift armor, kimonos and their facial hair long. Jack gave them a golden grin,

"Would it be too bold to assume that one of you mates speak English?"

"On the contrary..."said a smug voice. The crew parted and Jack paled just a bit. Standing before him, was a strong, muscular Asian man, with a bald head, long mustache, smoking a long pipe. He was dressed in full body armor like a samauri warrior. Starting on his cheekbones going down his neck and surely covered a portion of his torso were elaborate tattoos in a forign script, pictures of long, slim dragons and cheery blossoms. The man smiled wickedly and said,

"Welcome back to my island...Captain Jack Sparrow..." Jack stood to his feet, trying to sway a bit,

"Sao Feng! Mate! Long time no see, ey? How you've been?"

"Better than what I hear about you Jack Sparrow...Are you still mourning the lost of your ship, The Black Pearl?" Sao Feng asked puffing on his pipe.

"Well actually I got her back since we last saw each other..." Jack told him.

"Excellent...then you can repay me the money you stole from my private vault...and the dowry I lost on my daughter...for the thing you stole from her..." Sao Feng said to Jack.

"I swear, all we did was kiss Mate...How did you think I got in to steal from your vault in the first place?" Jack replied with a shrug. Sao Feng laughed,

"Oh...that's right...You're still hung up on the beautiful Arabella Morgan, aren't you?" Jack cast his eyes down to the deck as Sao Feng continued, "It is no matter. You can repay me."

"I know I can!" Jack grinned stepping close to drape an arm around Sao Feng's shoulders, "See there's this chest of Aztec gold...on the bottom of the ocean but I know some of your men are trained to dive for pearls so there you go! I'd be happy to give you the coordinates!"

"Speaking of pearls...where is your Black Pearl? Why did my men fish you out of the ocean like a jellyfish if you got your ship back?" the Chinese pirate asked Jack. Jack winced,

"Well...long story short...Davy Jones, curse, heart, whelp, betrayal and the kraken..."

"So you are once more a captain without a ship...So you must pay back what you owe me in another way." Feng nodded knowingly.

"How's that?" Jack asked. Just then two large pirates stepped forward and took Jack by the arms. Jack looked at surprise at Captain Feng as he replied walking away,

"With your life."

Elizabeth watched in amazement at the sight before her. The 'island' of Sao Feng was a floating collection of spare ships. Gangplanks here, quarterdecks of all shapes, sizes and wood. All weaving themselves together like a grand puzzle piece labyrinth, ladders and stairs the highways and roads, masts and canvas the shade trees. Suddenly, the sound a whip met her ears. She gasped and turned her head to see Arabella smoking a cigar, her jacket off and using a black leather cat of nine tails to break rum bottles set up on the railing. The sound of heavy bootprints to her left brought Barbossa's voice to her ears,

"One of her signatures. Just as Jack is known around the Caribbean for being a crack shot, Arabella is known for using her whip along side her sword."

"Is she that good a fighter?" asked Elizabeth.

"Uh...she's decent. Truth be told the whip only helps defend herself. Not too sure she can defend herself with a sword alone." Barbossa answered. Elizabeth nodded in understanding as she continued to watch Arabella. She saw Will out of the corner of her eye and to her wonder saw him flinch with every crack. Barbossa saw where she was looking and said,

"Don't be surprised on your wedding night, Miss Swann...to find your William has some fresh scars."

"What?" she asked Barbossa. He sighed walking back to the quarterdeck as she followed,

"Every sailor gets them at least once in their life at sea. More often than once. Usually it's five lashes for slacking on your duties."

"Lashes? You mean Will was..." asked Elizabeth.

"Whipped with a strap?...The way he's reacting I'd say he just had his first time. On Davy Jones crew..." Barbossa told her.

"Poor Will..."she said.

"Just think how poor he'd be if he got Moses Law. Forty straps to the back!" Barbossa pointed out to her as he took the helm from Cotton.

"How can such a barbaric and inhuman treatment be given so freely and gladly? It's not right!" Elizabeth said.

"Girly they give out lashes even in the Royal Navy, you know that? A life on the sea means one can't make many mistakes. Lashes help sailors remember that." Barbossa said.

"But Will is not a sailor, he's a blacksmith." Elizabeth said.

"No Lass...You and he are both sailors now...even if you step back on land for a spell. The call of the sea will get to you both. You both have to accept that. Especially the lad over there. So why don't you run along and take his mind off the sounds of his memories, ay?" Barbossa suggested. Elizabeth folded her arms and stayed in place,

"I don't think Will wishes my company at the moment..."

"Why?" asked Barbossa.

"Nevermind..."Elizabeth sighed walking off.

"You know Lass...Jack Sparrow even gave out lashes from time to time..." Barbossa said. Elizabeth stopped looking back over her shoulder.

"Did he?"

"Only once to each man and only when the mouthed off of him one too many times." Barbossa nodded.

"How do you know?" asked Elizabeth.

"What did you think sent me over the edge of mutiny?" Barbossa asked her seeing her surprised look in her eyes as it all sank in. Elizabeth didn't know what to think about Will's pain, Jack's past, the truth about life on the sea or the fact that she had just conversed so freely with a man who held her life hostage last year. Barbossa gave off a chuckle as she walked down the ladder, helping Gibbs with the sails.

A half four later Will found himself chained behind the back and led through the streets of the makeshift city. Asian pirates had set up booths like at a marketplace and we're selling their wares to the foreign guests visiting Sao Feng. Before him marched Barbossa and behind him marched Arabella, who pushed him every once in a while to keep up the illusion of him being a prisoner. Will turned his head to glare back an annoyed glance at the woman a moment. When he turned his head back around, a wondrous sight met his young eyes. Sao Feng had built for himself a palace made out of figureheads and the bows of ships. The cravings all stared down at him like gargoyles on a cathedral, protecting the pirate emperor within from evil spirits. Barbossa stopped them and pulled out a burlap sack.

"Here boy...we'll need to keep your face hidden. Sao Feng doesn't tolerate old enemies. Why you had to up and go look exactly like your father did at your age..."Barbossa said shaking his head.

"Sao Feng has met my father?" Will whispered.

"Let's just say Feng has a particularly nasty scar on his bum that he ain't too proud off!" Barbossa smirked. Will lifted up the corner of his mouth in pride and amusement as Barbossa dropped the burlap over his head. Arabella took his arm and guided him roughly to the front gate where Barbossa told the big burly guard,

"We've brought a slave for Master Feng!" The guard grunted once and opened the door letting them go inside. Although Will couldn't see it properly through the loose knit, the inner court was just as miraculous. The ladders of ships formed and outdoor amphitheater, surrounding a protruding quarterdeck leading to the inside of the prison. The inside of an old Captain's cabin served as a private box with a large red and gold throne, obviously Sao Feng's. Ropes and sails were draped over the opening for the courtyard to provide shading. Two guards came out and began poking Will in the stomach, when a voice addressed Arabella from above,

"Arabella Morgan..." Arabella and Barbossa looked up to see Sao Feng decending from one of the upper rooms. He continued to speak, "I never thought I would see you again."

Arabella gave an uneasy look to Barbossa and said,

"Well...I think last time we parted on amicable terms, Master Feng."

"Only because you had no one to turn to when Jack Sparrow betrayed you. And please...call me Sao...You did once." the Chinese pirate said.

"Once! And only once. Captain Feng I've brought you a bounty, but I was hoping to make a larger profit off him by selling him to the highest bidder...in an auction." Arabella said businesslike.

"I love auctions...but what auction is complete without some trinkets to attract the big spenders?" Feng asked. Arabella got really close to the pirate, brushing her leg against his.

"Oh I have some trinkets Feng." The pirate was so distracted, he never saw Arabella unhook a key from his belt and replace it with a skeleton key. She continued with a smoldering look, "I just did business with Tia Dalma." Arabella smiled as she stepped back, showing the key behind her back to Barbossa. Barbossa casually came forward and palmed it from her as Sao Feng laughed,

"Ah...one can always count on Tia Dalma to deliver the goods! So come...come and dine with me. Your mate can see your prisoner gets to his cell."

Barbossa rolled his eyes at the Chinaman assuming he was Arabella's lackey, but Arabella smiled and took Captain Feng by the arm fluttering her eyelashes,

"That would be delightful! Smithe, take the trash down to cells won't you?"

Barbossa watched the redhead go up the stairs with a dry glare,

"Aye ma'am...daft git...just like Sparrow!" Of course, this last part he muttered to himself as he followed Feng's men, taking Will roughly by the arm below.

The storm raged on the tossing ocean. White caps broke everywhere, sending forceful waves washing aboard the deck of the Lady Virginia. Lightning crashed and thunder rolled. Rain pelleted down in sheets and the wind howled. Anamaria had been sailing for fifteen years she never saw so much rain. As if the seas were angry and taking out revenge. It chilled the normally chilly woman to the bone. She gasped as she saw another one of her shipmates was pitched overboard before he had a chance to scream. She scrambled to make it to the quarterdeck where Norrington was fighting with the helm, using all of his strength.

"Anamaria! Have the men drop canvas!" Norrington yelled over the ocean's mighty roar.

"There's only three men left! We'll never make it to the top in time!" Anamaria yelled.

"That was an order sailor!" Norrington barked at her. Anamaria paused.

"Thank you!" she shouted back at him before returning to her given duty. Norrington only mused on that a second before turning his attention back to the ship. He had to make it through! He had to! In the last few days half of his men had jumped overboard in response to the mermaids call. That was when he ordered the remaining sailors to put cotton in their ears. Now they had run into this storm. And to his fear, a sudden reef appeared out of the water and the Lady Virginia ran into it.