It had been nearly eighteen years since Barbossa slept with another person. It was a secret, his and Jack Sparrow's relationship during their first two years on board the Black Pearl. Neither man was sure about how he felt about the other. It started out as them just getting drunk and messing around out of boredom. Soon, they were drinking less and less rum and in bed more often.

Eventually, Barbossa started to get angry when he saw Jack flirting with women. Jack Sparrow was his to fuck and that was that. Jack soon grew tired of this arrangement, and Barbossa's possessiveness, and decided that they had to stop. Barbossa remembered his captain saying that he needed some space. Apparently by "space", he meant a week in Tortuga with every woman he met.

After watching Jack Sparrow wander off with woman after woman, Barbossa had enough of him. This annoyance with Captain Jack Sparrow would soon spark the idea of mutiny.

Back to the Queen Anne's Revenge, he couldn't help but to stare at the woman in his bed. The way her hair had fallen across, the way she was laying, and the way the sunlight happened to be hitting her reminded him of that morning. With her hair messed up like this, she looked just like Jack Sparrow. Carefully, he lifted her hair out of her face.

The sunlight hitting her eyelids woke Julia up. "Go away. It's too early." She snuggled into the blanket, determined not to leave its warmth.

"My ship. My rules." Barbossa said, snatching the blanket. The moment the blanket fell away, he regretted it. Crisscrossing her back were long scars. He walked over to the other side to get a better look. They looked old, as though they were from her childhood, possibly up to just a few years before. He reached down and trailed his fingers down the length of a particularly dark one.

Julia shivered from the coolness of his skin against hers. Half awake, she looked over her shoulder. "After Mum died, Dad didn't know what to do with me, especially with discipline. There were times when he would drink far too much and I suppose I would him a look he didn't like, and he'd give me the belt." She reached down to the floor and pulled the blanket back over her body. "I didn't deserve it. Most of it. There were times I deserved it, like that time I-"

"You like to talk." Barbossa commented flatly, interrupting Julia. "I don't have time for it. You have five minutes." He stood up, walked out the door, and slammed it shut. He couldn't help but to frown at himself. What was he thinking, bringing her along? Why? He had no idea what to do with her besides…what he already did.

"Uh…captain…" Julia shouted worriedly. "We're out at sea?"

"Aye, we are." Barbossa rolled his eyes. The night before, after several drinks, Julia insisted on going back to her uncle's inn to get her belongings. When she returned with an old chest containing her gown and some oils and perfumes, she actually forced herself on him.

After a few moments, Julia walked out wearing her sailor clothes. "So, what first?"

"Go to the galley and bring me a plate."

"Aye aye Captain!" Julia replied, walking through the office area. She then stopped and turned around slowly. "Where exactly is the galley?"

Jack and Teague sat at a table in the Faithful Bride. Neither had anything to say. They just sat there awkwardly, drinking their ale as they watched each other. It was by chance that they happened to arrive in Tortuga on the same day and that they ran into each other at the door.

Finally, Jack took a deep breath. "So…uh…how have you been?"

"Living. Not much more to say."

"Right…" Jack replied awkwardly. He shifted in his chair. "Well…I don't mean to be rude seeing you are my parent and the Keeper of the Code…but what are you doing in the Caribbean?"

"Jackie, I didn't mean to leave so suddenly back in London. I was planning to try to talk you out of your plan. But of course you showed up much later than I expected." Teague said, before smiling knowingly at Jack. "I never thought I'd see anyone impersonate you so well. She did trick me until she looked at me and kept walking. Only a woman who spent an unusually long period of time with you could've pulled that off."

"Dad, she's only some woman-"

"Jackie, your Mum was "only some woman" to me until she gave birth to you."

"Why are we talking about women?"

"As much as you hate to think about it, you are not getting any younger. When I was your age, you'd already been marooned once by Barbossa." Teague replied. "Jackie, you are old enough to have grandkids by now." He then frowned at the thought. "Part of me is thankful you don't."

"So do you want grandkids or are you happy that you don't have any?"

"I do want grandkids. Some kids back home to make the Cove a bit more comfortable. I also don't want you messing up the minds of those kids."

"Dad, it doesn't matter if I live forever, now does it?" Jack smiled at Teague.

"And how close are we to that?"

Jack's smile dropped. He wasn't any closer to finding eternal life than he had been twenty years ago. If anything, he was farther than ever. Isla de Muerta sank. Will stabbed the heart of Davy Jones. The Spanish destroyed the Fountain of Youth. He was out of ideas. "At least I'm trying."

"Jackie, I spoke to your Uncle Grant earlier. He told me of a tale he heard from one of his friends." Teague whispered, leaning closer to Jack.

"Uncle Grant? Mum's crazy brother?"

"Aye that one." Teague replied. "Your sister has found a whole new mess."

"Cathy? What'd she do this time?" Jack asked, smirking. The last thing he heard about as far as his sister, Catherine, was when she somehow flew a Jolly Rodger from Fort Charles in Port Royal. More recently, he discovered that-between those random challenges-she was a strumpet. He caught her a year ago, when he accidentally walked into the wrong room in a brothel and found her with a man.

It was their secret; Catherine paid Jack off. She paid him off very well.

Teague took a deep breath as pure anger flashed in his eyes.

Jack's smirk grew. "Dad, what did she do?"

"Your sister ran away with Hector Barbossa."

I'll admit that I like a good JackXBarbossa slash. As long as it's well written with an interesting description, I'll check it out. This is my first time writing one though (I may have accidentally hinted at it in Two Captains, One Bed. Not my intention but now that I look back...)

I'll be honest, I wasn't about including slash here until about halfway through a later chapter. Then I decided that it was needed. I actually just finished rewriting the beginning of this chapter...