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Naddalemur4realzdistime: First off, your name is very hard to spell. Second, I would be honored if Jason Serner were in your story. Thank you for asking. And third, don't read stories so late. I know their exciting but sleep is important.

Warning: Another deleted scene in this chap.

Chapter 7: The Island of Gold

When I woke up in the morning there was a thick fog over the water. Everyone was eerily quiet. "Hey! Who died?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood. Gibbs sighed and shook his head then indicated for me to come forward. I stood next to him and Will at the railing and looked over the edge. There were sharks and a numerous amount of sunken ships in the water. I shuddered thinking about what happened to the poor sailors.

"Puts a chill in the bone to see how many honest sailors have been claimed by this passage." Gibbs said next to me. I nodded in agreement. Gibbs walked away from the railing and Will was right behind him.

"How is it that Jack came by that compass?" the former blacksmith asked. I decided to listen in.

"Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow before he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of Isla de Muerta." Gibbs said. "That would be before I met him, back when he was captain of the Black Pearl."

I stepped in. "What?" Poor Gibbs nearly choked on his drink.

"Jason, it's rude to eavesdrop on people." Will sighed.

"You have to stop trying to teach me manners, Will. It gets really annoying." I said then turned back to Gibbs. "So Jack was captain of the Black Pearl? He failed to mention that."

"Aye, he prefers to keep things close to the vest now and a hard lesson it was." Gibbs began. He looked a bit relieved to be telling a story. "You see, three days out on voyage his first mate comes up to him and says 'Well everything's an equal share, that should mean the location of the treasure as well' so Jack gives up the bearings. That night there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die, but not before he had gone mad with the heat."

"Ah, so that's the reason for all the…" Will put up his hands and started to wave them about in a drunkenly fashion.

"Excellent imitation of Sparrow, Will. Looks just like him." I laughed.

"Reasons got nothing to do with it." Gibbs said very seriously. "Now lads," Gibbs kneeled down. Will and I followed in suit. "When a pirate's marooned he's given a pistol with one shot, one shot. Well that won't do much good for huntin' or to be rescued, but after three weeks of a starvin' belly and thirst, that pistol started to look real friendly." Gibbs made a gun sign with his fingers and pointed at his head. "But Jack, he escaped the island and he still got that one shot. Oh, he won't use it, save on one man. His mutinous first mate."

"Barbossa." Will and I said.

"Aye."

"How did Jack get off the island?" Will inquired.

"Well, I'll tell ya. He waded out into the shallows and he waited there three days and three nights. All the while the sea creatures became acclimated to his presence. So on the fourth morning he roped himself a couple of sea turtles tied them together and made a raft."

"He roped a couple of sea turtles?" Will asked skeptically.

"Aye, sea turtles."

"What did he use for rope?" I asked. Gibbs was about to answer when we heard steps coming toward us. We looked up and found Jack towering over us.

"Human hair." he said. "From my back." I grimaced. That's disgusting. "Lower the anchor." the captain called.

"Aye, captain, aye!" the crew responded.

"Young masters Turner, Serner and I are to go to shore." Will, Gibbs and I stood up. Gibbs walked up to his captain.

"Captain, what if the worst should happen?"

Jack thought for a moment. "Keep to the code."

"Aye, the code."

Soon Will, Jack and I were in a longboat heading towards the Isla de Muerta. We stopped a near the Black Pearl. Since I was still foggy I couldn't see it as clearly. Jack took out his spyglass and looked at the ship. "Is she there?" Will asked.

"No." Jack said.

"Then where is she?"

Jack closed up his spyglass. "It has begun."

"What has begun?" I asked. Jack went back to rowing towards the island.

"The ritual."

"What ritual?"

"You ask too many questions, Jason." Jack complained. "I don't have time to explain the entire ritual."

"Fine then tell me the short version." I persisted.

Jack sighed. "No. Later, I promise." I crossed my arms and laid back in the boat. At that moment I realized I didn't have a sword. Crap! If this ends in a fight then I'm screwed. Or skewered, I should say. I laughed at my own joke.

"What's so funny?" Will asked. I shook my head and bit my lips. Jack had rowed us into a tunnel. It was fairly dark, the only source of light was the small lantern on our boat. We just passed a skeleton with a sword through its ribs.

"What code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?" Will asked Jack.

"Pirates code." Jack replied. "Any man that falls behind is left behind."

"Pirates have a code? Like a set of rules?" I asked. Jack rolled his eyes.

"No heroes amongst thieves, eh?" Will asked. He sounded like he was angry.

"You know, for someone who has such a bleak outlook on pirates you're well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered the ship of the fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew out of Tortuga, and you're completely obsessed with treasure." Jack loomed over the side of the boat. Will and I were looking as well.

The entire bottom of the underground river was covered with gold, jewels and other fancy trinkets. It took all my self control not to dive in and pick up a handful. I was completely mesmerized. A slight bump pulled me away from my thoughts. I looked up and saw we had reached the shore of the cave.

"That is not true." Will said defensively as we all got out. "I am not obsessed with treasure." Jack had walked over to an opening in the stone wall.

"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." he said. Will and I joined him. If I thought the gold in the water was a lot, it was nothing compared to the amounts of the cave. Every rock was covered in treasure. Gold, jewels, gems, weapons, everything! The only places not covered were the walking areas. There were pools of water on the floor also filled with treasure. Some of the pirates seemed to be standing on gold.

The biggest pile was in the middle. The rest of the pirates surrounded it, not daring to set foot on the pile. On top of said pile was a tall man with a black feathered hat, a black coat, and a red vest. I could only guess it was Captain Barbossa. Standing next to him was a young woman in a dark red dress, Elizabeth Swann. Between them was a stone chest with weird symbols and pictures on it.

"Elizabeth." Will whispered, moving to get a better look.

"Gentlemen, the time has come!" Barbossa shouted. "Our salvation is nigh! Our torment is near an end!"

"He's definitely a motivational speaker." I whispered.

"For ten years we've been tested and tried, and each man here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again!" the crew cheered. I myself felt transfixed by the speech.

"Suffered I have!" one man shouted.

"Punished we were, the lot of us disproportionate to our crimes! Here it is!" Barbossa shoved the lid off the stone chest with his foot. Inside were hundreds of gold pieces completely identical to each other. "The cursed treasure of Cortéz himself. Every last piece that went astray we have returned. Save for this!" the pirate pointed at Elizabeth.

"Jack!" Will said urgently, struggling to get closer. Jack pulled him down.

"Not yet. We wait for the opportune moment." Jack walked off.

"When is that? When it's the greatest profit for you?" Will said accusingly.

Jack whirled around. "Can I ask you something? Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? Just stay here, and try not to do anything stupid." and with that Jack walked away.

Will frowned and turned to me. "Do you mind just waiting here?"

"What are you planning, Will?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. Just stay here and stay out of trouble." Will didn't wait for an answer, he just walked away. I feel like that's the number one thing said to me.

"You know the first thing I'm gonna do after the curse is lifted?" Barbossa's voice pulled me away from my thoughts. The crew laughed as the captain whispered to Elizabeth. He was about to do something that I had a feeling I wouldn't want to miss but out of the corner of my eye I saw a nearby pile of gold. Smiling evilly, I crept out through the opening and made my way to the gold. Thankfully, no one had noticed me, yet.

I began stuffing my pockets with gold, jewels and gems when I heard gun fire. Crap! I looked down half expecting to see my white shirt reddened with blood but it was clean. Slowly turning around I saw that Barbossa had a pistol in his hand, pointing at a pirate. The captain had just shot one of his own men!

But the man didn't die. "You're not dead." one man said. I thought he looked a bit familiar. It was Koehler, the scarred man from the prison in Port Royal.

"No." a pot-bellied man said. "He shot me!" he shouted accusingly at Barbossa.

"The curse is still upon us!" another man, Twigg I believe, shouted.

Barbossa examined a knife and turned to Elizabeth. "You, maid! Yer father, what was his name? Was yer father William Turner?"

"No." Elizabeth said defiantly. Barbossa was practically fuming.

"Then where's his child? The child that sailed from England eight years ago, the child who in his veins flow the blood of William Turner! Where?" Elizabeth said nothing. Barbossa slapped her and she fell down the pile of gold. When this happened I decided to hide. I ducked behind a rock and continued to listen.

"You two!" I heard a deep voice call. "You brought us the wrong person!"

"No! She had the medallion, she's the proper age." it sounded like the man who got shot.

"She said her name was Turner, didn't she. I think she lied to us." the pot-bellied man's friend bravely defended. Man, some people are just idiots.

"You brought us here for nothing!" Twigg called.

"I won't take questions and or second guesses from the likes of you, Master Twigg." Barbossa said.

"Who's to blame him? Every decision you've made has led us from bad to worse." Koehler called. Now everyone was ganging up on Barbossa.

"It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths!"

"And it was you who brought us here in the first place!" the deep voiced man said. I hear the drawing of swords and snatched a peak at the scene. Everyone had their swords drawn, pointing them at Barbossa.

Barbossa drew his own sword. "Any coward here who dare challenge me, let him speak!" No one did anything. "Hm?" still, no one did anything. He must be pretty handy with that sword. Speaking of swords, two rather nice looking ones caught my eye. They were leaning against a pile of gold and no one was claiming them.

I walked over there as quietly as I could. The swords looked like they were a match set, meant for dual wielding I guessed. Quietly, I unsheathed one sword and examined it. It was sharp with a small emerald in the silver hilt. The other one was the same. They had straps on the sheaths. I swung one strap over my head so the sword hung over my back. I did the same with the other sword but on the other side.

Now I was armed with two sharp swords across my back. At least I could use one of them. I made a mental note to learn how to fight with my left hand.

Then everything turned to chaos. All the pirates started running around. I panicked and started running as well. None of the pirates noticed me until I ran smack into one. It was a big, scary pirate with dark skin and glaring eyes.

"Oh, um, hello! Lovely morning isn't it?" I didn't give him a chance to answer because I took off. He chased after me and caught me before I got too far. "Fils de pute!" I cursed in French. The pirate snarled and lifted me up by my shirt. Well this can't be good.

I left it at a cliffhanger! Don't worry because I'm writing more tonight. I would never make you guys wait very long. Thanks to all!