After a few weeks of always seeing Julia with Barbossa, the crew started calling her "the Captain's Pet". Most of the men thought of her as such. She was always following Barbossa, fetching whatever he wanted at any given moment. No one paid any attention to her.

The only exception to that rule was Scrum. Now, didn't really consider himself the smartest man, but he did notice that she did look familiar. After seeing her on deck a few times with the captain, he started to wonder why. He started asking around, only to find out that no one knew. They were all curious and nervous about not knowing.

After all those weeks, Scrum finally got up the courage to ask Barbossa about it. He walked into the Captain's Cabin one night and found Barbossa and Julia standing over the desk, talking about the map laid out on its surface. They both looked up, waiting for Scrum to talk.

"Uh…Captain Barbossa, we were wonderin' if you could tell us what she's doing here."

"That is none of your-"

"Barbossa." Julia said firmly. " According to the Code, they have the right to know."

"Those are more guidelines than actual-"

The sound of the slap echoed through the cabin. Julia was tempted to bring the hand back across his face again, but decided that one slap was enough. "The Code is the law and it will be honored as such. Savvy?"

Furious, Barbossa took a deep breath and looked as though he wanted to shout at her. Scrum thought the captain almost raised his hand to slap her back. Julia raised her eyebrows as sort of a challenge. In response, Barbossa stormed off into the next cabin, mumbling about woman.

"Sorry about that." Julia said, smiling innocently at Scrum as she shook her hand out. "As for your question: I am here for the sole purpose of helping the captain. That is all I can tell you at the moment." She then paused, looking back at Scrum. "I hear say that this current crew once abandoned their stations to mutiny against your captain."

"Blackbeard weren't as good a captain as Barbossa."

"I know. If given the chance, I'm sure Teague would've had his head."

"Teague?"

"Captain Edward Teague. You know. Keeper of the Code? Once the most wanted pirate on the seas?"

"Not ringin' any bells Miss."

Julia frowned at Scrum. "You never heard of Teague?"

"Never."

"And how much of the Code do you know?"

"Just that mutiny is not good."

Running her hand through her hair, Julia sighed sadly. "You are lucky to have lived this long, Mate." She then smirked. "I suppose you've not heard of Jack Sparrow?"

"Oh him I know. He was the one who started the whole mutiny business." Scrum answered quickly. "Met him at the Captain Daughter in London. Met him again below decks. He kept callin' himself Captain Jack Sparrow, but never mentioned his own ship."

"I would appreciate it if you were to keep an eye out for the Troubadour. It's important that we avoid that ship at all costs." Julia whispered, slipping a few coins into his hand as she shook it. "It was good to meet you…"

"Scrum. The name's Scrum."

"Scrum. Now I think you ought to get back on deck before your friends start to worry."

"Go rest Boy." Teague ordered, smirking at Jack. The younger man had been on deck all day, directing the helmsman according to his compass. Teague was happy to see Jack make himself useful, but he knew that he needed to relax too.

Jack had been on deck since sunrise. The helmsmen had changed twice during that time.

"We're catching up." Jack replied.

"Jack Sparrow, go."

"But if they change-"

Teague grabbed Jack's shoulder and lead him to the Captain's Cabin. He forced his son into a chair and handed him a bottle of rum. "Overworking yourself isn't going to help. I'm sure she's fine. If anything, Barbossa probably wants to shoot himself."

"Or he marooned her."

"She is a better pirate than you were at her age."

"Dad, when I was her age, I didn't want to be a pirate."

"And now look at you, the Pirate Lord of the Caribbean. Funny little world." Teague replied teasingly. He walked over to the table, picked up a plate of food, and placed it in front of Jack. "You stay here and eat. I'll be back." He then walked out the door.

Jack reached across the desk for the papers Teague had left there. It was unusual for him to leave papers on his desk like that. Usually, he kept his papers locked in a desk drawer after he was done. Jack knew that he could always slip the blade of a knife through the top of the drawer and pop it open…but he was never brave enough to do it.

The papers were full of notes. Some were quick scribbles about what needed to be fixed or replaced. Some were carefully written letters and symbols. There were lists of everything from crewmen to cargo. A few pages even contained musical notes. The final paper was a short letter, beautifully written and signed by Teague and about half the crew.

'To whoever finds this,

If, by some less than fortunate circumstances, I should die, I want it to be known that my daughter, Catherine Julia Teague, is to succeed me as Keeper of the Code. She knows everything needed for the duty. My son, Jack Sparrow is also a good candidate for the position but I don't want to take the sea from him, which is why I leave him the Troubadour. The two of them will inherit the family fortune. I only pray they don't spend it within the month.

-Edward Teague

Captain of the Troubadour

Keeper of the Code'

Jack looked around the cabin, trying to imagine owning it. After a few moments, he shook his head. Even though she was just as beautiful and powerful, she was not the Black Pearl. To Jack, the Troubadour was just another ship Teague owned. Eventually, it would be the ship Jack would feel forced to take over.

The Black Pearl was, to Jack, the ultimate freedom; the only ship that can outrun the Flying Dutchmen and, now more importantly, the Troubadour and Teague.

Jack just had to figure out how….

I can't help thinking that the crew of the Queen Anne's Revenge are not familiar with the Code. I just get that impression from them. It's either that or they don't know Teague.

I'm sure you've probably noticed that I changed the title. Originally, this was the complete rewrite of Not Quite According to Plan...but then it's become it's own thing. It was going to be changed to "Off the Edge of the Map" after one of Barbossa's lines during his fight with Jack during the first movie, but then I heard the next line and was like "Yeah...that fits better".

I also decided to try to update this story every two weeks...