A/N: Yay! I now have my next chaper up and running and ready for reading and REVIEWING!!!

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I do not own any of the movie characters but I do own Carla, James and Cremedia.

Jack was in shock. This was just terrible, his daughter had been taken from right under his nose by something he had never heard or seen before, and he felt guilty, powerless and empty. He just stood there. He felt numb, and he felt scared. He had only known Carla for about a week, but that was enough time for her to imprint herself on his heart like nobody else ever had and how nobody else ever will.

Everybody was running around and shouting orders to each other, for once the two units were working as one, getting the small rowing boats into the water and clambering in. But to Jack, all this action was a far off place, another world. The world he was in at the moment was only for him and his daughter, everywhere he looked all he could see was Carla. He saw her standing on the deck, her hands in her the pockets of her shorts they had acquired for her in Tortuga, her long dark hair swaying lazily in the slight breeze. Then he looked over to the rigging and saw her over there too, she was making it neater and better to look at. When she saw her father looking at her she beamed and looked back at him, her brown eyes shining with mischief. She was also scrubbing the deck, coming out of her room, and for the last time he saw her, she was stood

simply on the deck, just next to him. This time she even spoke.

'Jack! Jack, come on Jack, Jack wake up you lazy toad, we need to go!' As he was staring at her the words started to sink in and her face began to melt away into that of Barbossa, 'Jack, come on! We are going to find little Carla, come on, you will be useful in this search, she is your daughter! And what you dribbling for?' Jack then noticed that his mouth had been hanging wide open and closed it quick wiping the escaped

spittle off his bottom lip.

'We... We're going to find her?'

'Yes you great buffoon! Just get into the boat will you!' Barbossa practically yelled at him.

Jack allowed himself to be lead into the boat and they sailed away to the place where they believed Carla to have been taken to.

They rowed for about an hour just stopping when a dark shape or two passed underneath them, for Great White Sharks were not uncommon in these waters, and carried on when the possible danger had safely passed.

It was beginning to get dark when something that made them feel like they were close made a sign. A small black waistcoat was floating in the water, Jack picked it out and examined it. Inside one of the pockets

was a piece of parchment with an inky mess scrawled on it. There had been words scratched onto it using a quill, but it was impossible to read any of it because of the ink and the fading light. Mr. Gibbs lit a lantern

and held it over Jack's shoulder, squinting they managed to decipher the ink and the scratches made by the quill. It said:

'Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot

Drink up me hearties, yo ho

We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot

Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me

We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack

Drink up me hearties, yo ho

Maraud and embezzle and even high-jack

Drink up me hearties yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me'

At the end of this verse were some words that made Jack sure who's jacket it was, for there was absolutely no mistaking it...

'Written by Carla Elizabeth Sparrow.'

'Yes, Carla's jacket alright, just now what?' pondered Jack aloud. His thoughts were answered immediately by the same chilling voice that had taken them all by surprise earlier, this time there was something slightly eerier about it. The voice was loud and clear, it hurt their ears just listening to it, it was like the voice was being given a helping hand by something, what, they did not know, yet there was nobody there to be speaking...

'Well done detective! You were all a bit quick, you caught me by surprise alright, but I was ready for you, I'm always ready.'

'Who are you? And what have you done with Carla? Is she OK? Where is she? What do you want with her?!?' Jack was getting desperate; none of the crew had ever seen him like this. It was so odd, he was usually so bouncy and optimistic, but since he had been told he was a father he had become sort of responsible in an odd, strange kind of way. It showed how much love can change a man for the better or for the worse.

'Oh my gosh! We are a worried Daddy are we not? Your precious little girl is perfectly safe; for the time being anyway, so don't you worry about her. My name is Cremedia, Crem for short if you want. Gosh that sounds so much like Crematorium! Ironic... Anyway, what I want with Carla? Why I want absolutely nothing with her, she is not going to be harmed if you act reasonably and sensibly. In actual fact if you are sensible, nobody needs to be hurt! Now, what I want is a memory. Just a simple memory and everyone is happy and safe and together.'

'Cremedia. What memory do you need? And who from?' asked Barbossa calmly

'The memory is that of when the sea Goddess Calypso was released from her human binds, and I need it from Captain Hector Barbossa.' She said with a kind of venomous euphoria in the last few words.

'That be I. But why do you need my memory? And why does it have to be the memory from me? Many people witnessed the releasing of Calypso, why not get a memory from them?'

'Because you are the one who had the idea of releasing my dear sister, so I need it from you!' the person or thing behind the voice was estatic, yet angry at the words, she was happy, this was some sort of good news to her. But why?

'Calypso had a sister?' breathed Ragetti who had been the one to release Calypso at his words

'Yes, but she was always the famous one!' Cremedia was getting angry, they could tell from the way the sea became suddenly full of more waves 'Poor Cremedia! The unknown goddess! The one the pirates don't want!'

'Why don't we pirates want you Crem?' asked Ragetti politely

'Because I'm the goddess of FIRE!' she screamed. The sea was really choppy now, the boats were bobbing everywhere, a gust of wind extinguished their lanterns and there was darkness all around them. Then the worst thing possible happened. Everybody was chucked from the boats, they were being pulled down by some invisible force... they didn't stop until they hit the sandy bottom of the sea bed, and when they tried to push off the bottom, it wouldn't let them.

They were to be trapped there until they died. In other words, they had roughly three minutes of living left.

Barbossa started to signal frantically to everyone, many people were running out of air and beginning to show the first signs of drowning; he had seen an opening and was trying to get them to go over to it. If they were going to die down there anyway then this wasn't going to do anything else to them, was it? Everyone who was still able to walk or swim as the case may be, made their way over to the opening. Looking in Jack saw that it was a cave, and a rather long one at that. From what Jack could see, the cave was long, thin and sloping gently upwards. It was worth the risk, he swam into the entrance and began to make his way up through

the claustrophobic cavern, darkness seeping in around him, the rest of the crew right behind, it was like a train of elephants, nose holding onto the one in fronts tail; the way they crawled through there.

Many unusual objects were scattered on the floor. Even though Jack couldn't see he kept his eyes wide open, the salt of the sea stinging them like mad. The first odd thing they came to was a skull by the feel if it.

Jack had placed his hand down and his fingers had crushed through the eye sockets, smashing it into a thousand tiny powdered bits of bone. The second odd thing was what felt like a candle in a bracket, hung on the wall, this gave the impression that the part of the cave that they were in was not lower than sea level at one point. This gave them a tiny bit of hope that they were not that far from reaching their goal. That was until

they came to the next odd thing... a full human body lay beneath their fingers, everything was still intact, yet the flesh was cold and clammy to touch and it was dead and starting to decay a little, however it was fresh.

Jack was beginning to loose his breath, he was still swimming along the tunnel but he was starting to become lethargic and slow. He felt cold, the water around him was cold and it was beginning to chill him on the inside. Slowly the darkness began to swallow him, and soon he knew, he would be gone if he didn't find air quick. There were jabs of light in front of his eyes, small spots of light, coloured light that didn't make any sense to be down there in such a dark and formidable place where you can't see anything. Then it began to make sense. Jack was tiring fast, becoming faint and this was probably going to be the last thing he ever saw, the few multicoloured pinprick lights that his brain was giving him before he died. He could feel Barbossa behind him, and he pushed him forward. Jack's head slumped down onto his chest, and he began to think of the marvelous life he had had, then Barbossa pushed him again, this time a little more urgently, Jack mustered just about enough strength to lift his tired and weak head up off his chest before he broke the surface of the water into a dimly lit room.

The people who remained from the epidemic swim through the tunnel were very few and far between. Jack and Barbossa swam to the edge of the pool that they had come up into panting for breath, they were tired but OK. Most of their crew came out into the light, however one member was missing. Mr. Cotton emerged rubbing his eyes, you couldn't tell because of all the water whether he was crying or not, but when they heard the news there was no doubt in their minds that he was crying.

'His parrot didn't make it; there was far too much strain on its lungs because it was such a small creature with small lungs. It passed away in the tunnel. Poor guy can't ever speak to us again now.' Ragetti informed them breathlessly.

The majority of survivors were the pirates, with just a few of the Englishmen left, Jack and Barbossa took control of the party. Lord Becket even followed their orders when he realized that his crew were outnumbered indefinitely, so there would be not enough people to back up his argument for wanting 'In' with the orders. And so when everyone had got their breath back they stole a flaming torch from the brackets and proceeded into the unknown once more to find Carla.