The Honeymoon Saloon was one of the busiest and best saloons in all of the Caribbean. It might not be a surprise to most people that it was located on one of the busiest and best pirate ports in the Caribbean…Tortuga. Granted, pirates from all over the world visited the saloon to find out if, in fact, the rumors of its greatness were true. Other pirates, who were classic visitors of Tortuga or residents of it, got the pleasure of the Honeymoon Saloon on a regular basis.

Hector Barbossa was one of these. He visited Tortuga usually for pleasure. But, on this particular occasion, it was business. He sat on a stool by the bar and ordered a goblet of rum. The bartender, Peter, grabbed one of the big cups and poured the coveted liquid into it. Barbossa gripped it and took a giant swig. "Thank ye, Pete." "You're welcome, Hector. What brings you back to Tortuga? Thought you were on another voyage."
"Need to catch up with an old friend of mine…" he winked at him and flashed his rotten teeth.
Pete smiled back. "Jack." It wasn't a question.
"Aye. Dear Jack. Stole something from me, he did."
"'Tis my understanding that you did the same to him."
He just chuckled and chugged his rum.
"Look, here's Jack now."

Barbossa shifted in his seat and saw Jack walking toward him. He gestured to a deserted table in the back of the saloon. Jack nodded and seated himself. Barbossa strode over and sat across from the other pirate.
"Ahoy, Jack."
"Hector." He stretched his arm to the other side of the table and snatched his rum.
"That be my rum!" He held out his hand, hoping to receive his drink.
"You take my ship, I take your rum. Unless, of course, you would like to give me the Pearl back, I'll let you have as much rum as you please." His famous cocky grin emerged.

Barbossa heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes, dropping his hand. Jack blinked, "I didn't think so." He took a big gulp, and then waved the goblet in his comrade's face. "Quit it, Jack. We've important matters to discuss."
Jack nodded and set the rum down. "Aye. Of course. You have my ship, I have your charts. Seems I've got the better half of the deal here."
"I must say, 'tis a surprise to see you back in Tortuga so soon."
"Don't be absurd! You had that freak with the one eyeball…can't remember his mane… oh well; I met him at the docks this morning. You're not the least bit surprised."
"'Tis not that, Jack. Why aren't ye sailing to the Fountain of Youth?"
Jack grunted and lowered his eyes.
"Ye've got the charts and that bloody compass. All ye need is a ship. Don't tell me ye came back just to command the Pearl."
"Of course not!"
"Then why?" He leaned forward, anxious to hear about Jack's troubles.
"There's nothing wrong with the charts…"
"So 'tis the compass then."
Jack just chugged the rum until it was gone.
"Don't do this to me, Jack. Don't be so cruel to Ol' Hector as to not tell him about yer problems. Ye know I want to hear."
"I know you want to know."
"Then let me know what I want to know."
"I don't want you to know what I know because if you know what I know, I know you'll use it against me in the future…and you know it."
"Jack, did you lose the compass?"
"No."
"Break it?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"The compass doesn't point to the Fountain for me, alright?!" He shouted and leaned back in his chair.
Barbossa laughed. An evil laugh. The laugh that made his enemies' skin crawl.
"Satisfied.
He stopped laughing. "Indeed. Thank ye Jack."
"You're welcome." He shot him a sarcastic smile.
"So, yer here because ye know that I can help you. The compass will point to the Fountain fer me."
"You're getting warmer…" Another sarcastic smile.
"None of yer men have it point there?"
"None of the one's I would trust with my compass."
"Jack, it seems we have a problem on our hands."
"We do?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Aye. Ye want me ship. I want yer charts. I don't need yer compass. I have enough connections to get me directions. YE don't have these 'connections'. The charts'll help me when I get there."
"I do not have the connections you speak of. That's the whole point of this thing." He pulled the compass from his waist and held it in the palm of his hand.
"So, I have a ship and 'connections. Ye have the charts and the compass. Seems we are at and impasse."
"I beg to differ. Why don't you just lead the way, and I'll captain the Pearl while you're doing it?"
"I don't think so."
"Then I believe we are at an impasse."

Barbossa thought hard. One question still remained unanswered. "Jack, if the compass doesn't point to the Fountain fer ye, where does it point?" Jack said nothing, he just waved to Peter, signaling him to bring them some more rum. However, one of the saloon girls took the wave to be for her. She hurried over and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jack blinked in confusion. Barbossa sniggled. To his surprise, Jack reached back an unlocked the girl's grasp. "Thanks anyway, miss. Didn't mean to mislead you. Although, I'm sure my friend here would enjoy your company, if you'd be willing to offer it to him." The girl stood up and scoffed, then fluttered her eyelashes at Barbossa, who was too bewildered to give consent, "no thank ye, miss." She shrugged her shoulders and stormed off.
"I believe you hurt her feelings, Hector."
He made no response. Only stared at his enemy in wonder. Jack would never reject some pleasurable company! At least not the Jack HE knew. Wait, there would be one logical explanation: "Mrs. Turner wouldn't happen to be venturing with us on this here voyage, should I agree to go, would she?"
"What makes you think that?" Peter brought over the drinks and Jack took a small swig.
"Just answer the question, Jack."
"Maybe."
"I knew it." He chuckled and chugged some rum.
"What?"
"Ye always had a soft spot fer her."
"Why does everybody keep SAYING that?" He grunted and took another swig.
"Because 'tis true."
"She's just another wench."
"Ye know ye like her."
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not! Rubbish, slander, and calumny!"
"Speaking of Mrs. Turner…" Barbossa spotted her entering the saloon. Her arm was in a sling and she was dressed in a man's attire. She had not changed in the last…month. Jack turned around and saw her coming. He tried to shoo her away with his arms, but she pushed past and sat beside him. "Hello, Captain Barbossa." She smiled and rested her injured arm on the table.
"Mrs. Turner." He nodded and winked at her.
"Just call me Elizabeth, please."
"Have it yer way. Might I inquire as to how ye hurt yerself?"
"I was shot in the shoulder a few days ago while visiting Port Royal. It was not a very obliging trip since I was branded as well." She shook her fully-operational arm's sleeve and revealed her "p".
"Ah. So ye are a true pirate now." He pulled back his own sleeve and revealed his mark.
"I suppose I am."

Barbossa glanced at Jack. His face appeared glum with disappointment. Barbossa knew exactly why. Jack looked up and saw the other captain staring at him. He shook himself and put on a half-smile. Barbossa grinned and stated, "We have a problem, Miss Elizabeth." He was talking to the girl, but still looking at Jack. Elizabeth took Jack's rum and sipped it, "And what is it?"
"Jack has the charts and the compass. I have the ship and connections. Who will captain the Pearl on our journey?"
"Well, what does the Code have to say about this?"
"We're not sure…but it doesn't matter anyways. They're more like guidelines. Remember?"
"Tell that to Captain Teague."
There was an idea. "Elizabeth, you're brilliant! We'll go to Shipwreck Cove and visit Teague. Not only can he straighten this matter out, but he might have some advice for us to follow when we get to the Fountain!"
"That's a great idea!"

They both looked at Jack. He was just staring at Elizabeth's pirate "p". Barbossa cleared his throat to try and get his attention, but no. Elizabeth pulled back her arm and his it under the table. Jack jiggled his head, "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Why ever not?" Elizabeth asked.
"Because…"
Barbossa cut in. "Jack's afraid of Teague. Ye see, Jack's Teague's-"
"Old friend. We don't get along very well. But I'm not afraid."

Barbossa raised an eyebrow at Jack, who, as he was about to say, was Teague's son. Jack and his father, indeed, did not get along very well and were famous in the Brethren Court for their awkward relationship. The few people who knew, like Gibbs and Barbossa, why this was so, were not at liberty to discuss it. You see, Teague was a legend among pirates. Not to say Jack wasn't, but Teague had his true moments of glory, which Jack always seemed to think outshined his own. He continuously needed to needed to be a step ahead of his father, but Teague always appeared to be an inch in front of him. After years of quarreling, the father and son had stopped talking. When they did, the conversation was short and often one or the other feeling inferior. But, why didn't Jack want Elizabeth to know that Teague was his father?

Elizabeth pouted and pleaded, "Come on, please, Jack? We need all the help we can get. Plus, from what I saw of Captain Teague, it seems he's very knowledgeable!" Jack grunted and rolled his eyes, "Of course he is!" He said this sarcastically and stood up, pushing in his chair with great force. Barbossa did the same, except in a less angry manner, and said urgently, "Jack, we best be getting a move on before the Company finds ye here." Jack and Elizabeth both gave him a confused look. He snickered and confirmed, "Yes, I know all about yer little…dispute with Lord Duran and that Collins fellow. Most of the Caribbean pirates do." Jack licked his lips and sighed, "Alright, we'll go to Shipwreck Cove and see bloody Teague." Elizabeth shrieked with glee and hugged him with her free arm, "Thank you, Jack! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The pirate did not return the hug, but glanced at Barbossa, who slyly grinned. This was going to be an interesting voyage.

William Turner shouted orders to his crew. "Hoist the sails! Snap to!" He found himself more irritable these days…ever since he realized that Elizabeth could very well be with Jack. This is not what he wanted. Jack had feeling for Elizabeth, and Will knew it. He knew that that was why Jack had saved his life. That was why Jack had saved his life. That was why he'd come back when the Kraken had been attacking that day. (Elizabeth had told him about it.) That was why Jack saved her life so many times, risking his own…

"William!" He heard a voice shout behind him, disturbing his train of thought. He spun around, but no one was there. He looked all over the place, but found no one. "William!" He heard it again. The voice sounded familiar. "William!" He turned abruptly and she was there. Calypso. "Ah!" he yelled. He jumped and fell over. Sucking in air, he stood back up. Calypso giggled a little, then walked over to him and stroked his cheek.
"William. I told you you had a touch a destiny." She stepped back, smiling.
"I didn't think you meant this." He gripped the helm, shaking his head.
"I suppose you did not. I understand you 'ave been tinking about Elizabet'. Dis is expected."
Will wanted so much to leap into the air and scream. Could she tell?
"I see dat look in your eyes, William. Do not worry. I can say." A sly grin formed.
"You can?" He thought he might explode with anxiety.
"What do you want to know?" She held her hands out as if offering herself.
"Is she with Jack?" …Maybe he'd said that too quickly.
"I see you are curious. Been tinking about dis a lot, 'ave you?"
"No." he lied. He didn't want to seem too eager to learn Elizabeth's whereabouts.
"Indeed. Elizabet' is wit' witty Jack."
Will slammed his fist on the helm and snarled.
"Do not worry, William. No promise 'as been broken. You 'ave not be betrayed or forgotten." She placed a hand on his twitching shoulder.
Will raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
"Elizabet' 'as remained faithful…Jack is...tolerable. I cannot promise da same for da future." She dropped her hand and started circling him.
"Of course not. No telling what Jack might do."
"Or Elizabet'."
Will had not thought of this…entirely. At least not as much as he wouldn't admit…
"William, I 'ave some news dat might be a interest to you." She stopped to face him.
"Is it bad or good?" If it was bad, he didn't want to know…or did he?
"Depends on 'ow you look at it…" She made an invisible scale with her hands.
"Alright, Calypso. What is it?" He held his breath.
"Elizabet' is excepting a child."
"What?" He heard it, he just couldn't believe it!
"She's going to 'ave a baby." She folded her arms, awaiting his response.

Will was euphoric. Words could not express how happy he was. He shot into the air and shouted, "Woo-hoo!" He hugged Calypso then, realizing what he's done, stepped away swiftly. She looked at him strange. As if she knew he was hiding something.
"William…" She seemed hesitant to speak.
"Yes?" More good news?
"I 'ave a question."
"Anything. I owe you." A giant smile was still stuck to his face.
"Are you 'appy about dis because you are to be a father? Or, are you 'happy because dis proves dat Elizabet' is yours?"
"Well…" It seemed to be both for him. How could this be?
"Dis child is not a trophy, William. 'Tis a blessing."
And then she was gone. Leaving him alone with his thoughts.