Jack awoke on another splintery floor, although he had to admit this particular floor smelled much better than the floors of the brig and the main deck.

He was on his side with one leg on top of the other, and he felt no desire to move.

Barbossa kicked Jack's boot with his good leg. Jack was awake but merely stayed down.

His brain seemed to have disconnected itself from his mouth and Jack wasn't sure he could speak, while also not being sure whether or not he could move let alone fight.

Barbossa stared down curiously at the sad sight. Deep down he felt a tinge of anger at the thought that Jack Sparrow had been on his ship for over a day and he had been clueless to the fact.

Barbossa kicked Jacks boot again. Jack's eyes were closed and Barbossa realized Jack went unconscious again.

Using his cane, Barbossa stepped over to the giant table where he kept his charts and took the pitcher of fresh water. Jack gasped after Barbossa poured it all over him and the floor.

"Up Jack!" Barbossa commanded.

The water had woken Jack up just enough to bring him to his senses. He sat up and immediately fell forward with his back hunched.

"I want you to know Hector, I had no intention of coming aboard this ship." Jack managed to say. Barbossa could hear the hurt in is voice and for once Jack didn't sound drunk.

"Perhaps, but that doesn't change the fact that yer here." Barbossa kicked Jack's boot one more time.

Jack got the idea. He put his hands in front of him and pulled his legs to his sides and stood up. His ego was taking a punch from following Barbossas orders but Jack really had no choice at the moment.

In a moment of mercy, Barbossa sat at his table and kicked a chair out. Jack weakly and with great effort pulled the chair out more and sat down.

Barbossa watched his enemy/friend for a few minutes. Jack seemed to be moving his body slightly to see what positions hurt the most. Barbossa found this amusing. He sat back in his own chair exaggerating his look of comfort.

Once he found a barely tolerable position, Jack spoke again. "I've felt worse after quality time with Teague."

Barbossa flashed a knowing smile. He knew what Jack was talking about and it wasn't pleasant.

"So what was yer crime? Incessant chattering I'd wager." Barbossa's mood was almost too cheerful. Jack knew he was rubbing Jack's own condition in his face.

Barbossa didn't receive a verbal answer. Jack had glanced at his brand and that told Barbossa all that he had needed to know. Honest sailors, those who sail the seas but don't fall into the category of "Pirate" despise pirates and thus see them as the scourge of the Earth.

Before either man had a chance to speak again, there was a ruckus outside.

Barbossa left his chair, grabbed his cane and went to see what was going on.

What happened next could have given Barbossa a heart attack…if Barbossa wasn't already cold hearted.

Once he had left his cabin and was outside on deck, a few of Barbossa's 'loyal' crewmen ambushed him. One man grabbed his cane and launched it in the water, a few others relieved Barbossa of everything in his possession, and two other men had one rope and wrapped it around him twice and tied it around his hands behind his back twice. Simultaneously another man, his First Mate, grabbed the Sword of Triton from Barbossa's scabbard.

The words shouted by Barbossa would never be repeated by even the most despicable pirate. "Ye be dead men walking. No one mutinies against me and lives!" Barbossa shouted with the most devilish tinge to his voice.

The mutineers were not fazed by this. "We've heard the stories Barbossa. The last crew you had went down with your ship. The crew before that were either hanged by the British or killed by them in battle and that was only after they were rid of that horrid curse!"

As the man shouted, Jack still felt as though he had been keelhauled but his curiosity gave him enough pain tolerance to see what was going on. He made his way onto the deck.

There he saw Barbossa tied up in the middle of the deck and a group of fifty mutineers gathered around him. Jack couldn't help but smile, if it had been almost 20 years ago this could have been the mutiny that Barbossa organized against Jack.

Karma was a wonderful thing.

"I'll tell ya what mates. If there be one man here who challenge me to a duel and live, I'll give you the ship and ye'll be spared the torment of going to the Locker as mutineers!"

Barbossa despite his situation, was smiling. He was a man of pride and dignity and would not give these mutineers the satisfaction of seeing him cowed and defeated.

After hearing Barbossa's offer the men looked at each other, but the looks they were giving each other clearly showed they had no interest in Barbossa's offer.

They proved it by dragging him to a row boat that was being held up on the side of the Revenge by two men holding a rope at each end. To Jack's utter amazement, Barbossa cooperated and actually limped while he was still tied up.

Barbossa looked at the tiny row boat and laughed once he reached it. "To think I will not get my Revenge even with only a row boat will be the biggest mistake of your miserable lives gentlemen! I WILL BE THE LAST MAN YOUR EYES BEHOLD BEFORE YOUR LIFE ENDS!"

Once he gave his warning threat, Barbossa thrust himself into the rower and sat down still grinning maniacally.

Jack knew the look on his face. It was the look of a man with a plan and Jack had seen it before when death and destruction were in the future.

The men holding the row boat began to lower it. Before it and Barbossa were lowered too far, the First Mate (and probably now Captain) bent over the side and cut Barbossa's bonds and threw in one pistol and one shot as per the Code.

Jack watched the men as they celebrated a successful mutiny. Some of them went to the gunwales and watched the boat hit the water, a few of them pulled out their pistols and fired at the water, presumably to make their former Captain row away from the ship.

Jack caught himself smiling and stopped but not before one man saw Jack. "You be the troublemaker in the brig!"

Jack thought about answering the man in a classic Jack Sparrow line, but decided to act like he was still Mark Thatch, after all Barbossa was most likely the only one to know his true identity.

"Minor disagreement with my fellow prisoners is all." Jack responded trying to sound both sincere and scared. He was bent down slightly as the wounds from his beating still smarted.

The pirates on deck were still energized and excited from the mutiny, so without much discussion about the matter, Jack was drug onto the plank which had been out in case the plan to throw Barbossa into the row boat hadn't worked out.

Once again standing on a ships plank, Jack felt a since of impending doom. Just turning his head made Jack want to scream, and because of that Jack really didn't think he could swim.

Usually Jack gracefully dived when for forced to "walk the plank" but at this moment Jack couldn't bring himself to do it, even with drawn swords and pistols. After a minute an Asian man stomped on the end and Jack was plunged into the sea.

Midair Jack held his breath and loosened his body, he knew that the impact of the water would feel like death.

He was right. Once his body was below the water, Jack could feel unconsciousness trying to claim him as the pain from the fall literally made him sick.

As if a supernatural force was at work, Jack was able to swim to the surface. Not so far away he saw Barbossa and his row boat.

Jack yelled. "Barbossa!"

No response.

"Barbossa!"

Again no response.

Jack really saw no way out of this situation. Keeping himself afloat felt like someone was chopping off his fingers and toes all at once, and though Jack was an extremely good swimmer, he truly felt the threat of drowning. It didn't help that Jack has saw a shark not too far off in the distance when he was still on the plank.

In a moment of desperation, Jack yelled for Barbossa once more. "Barbossa, I'll give you my Compass!"

Barbossa stopped rowing for a moment. He beat his fingers on the oars as he contemplated the meaning of having Jack's famous Compass.

Deciding that saving Jack was a fair trade for the Compass that could get him his ship back, Barbossa turned his boat around and rowed it near Jack.

Once he had the chance, Jack immediately grabbed the side of the rower to relieve himself from the pain of treading water. Barbossa did nothing.

"I'll be having the Compass first."

Jack froze for a moment and remembered the last time he held his compass was when he put it away in his bag while he was on the Adventure. But in that few seconds of panic at the thought that he didn't even have it, Jack took his free hand and reached into the water and patted it on his waist. He felt a hard bump, and discovered he did have his Compass inside the hidden pocket of his trousers.

Apparently the magic Compass not only pointed to what you wanted most, it also appeared from nowhere when you needed it most.

Jack sighed visibly and handed it to Barbossa.

Barbossa who prided himself on keeping his end of deals that he struck, reached into the water and pulled Jack out of the water.

But Barbossa didn't save the man he found the most annoying solely for the man's compass. Just like when Barbossa led the rescue mission that brought Jack back to the Living from Davy Jones Locker, he had an ulterior motive for saving Jack again.

Only a month ago Barbossa had learned that Jack Sparrow was the most wanted pirate in the British Realm. The Crown was so dead set on seeing Jack dead that they put word out that if any pirate could bring Jack to the port of Liverpool, that pirate would receive guaranteed amnesty for every crime they've ever committed. If the pirate brought Jack in 'alive' they'd get the amnesty and ten bars of gold, courtesy of the King.

After hearing about it from a young man who had joined the Revenge, Barbossa had decided then and there he'd be claiming that prize. The only question was: Did he let Jack live and get the Gold? Or did he get the satisfaction of being the one to execute Jack and settle for the Amnesty alone?