Barbossa didn't remember when he got back on the bed. He could feel a dull ache in the back of his head. He rolled over and found a note on Julia's pillow.

'I thought I should inform you that I'm borrowing your ship for the moment. Don't worry. I probably won't sink it. If by the off chance we end up in the water however, I apologize in advance. Even though if we did end up in the water you probably wouldn't read this.

Sorry about hitting you in the head. And about locking you in. I'll get you out when I'm done.'

Julia stood at the helm, shouting out orders as she steered the Queen Anne's Revenge. At first, the men weren't sure about listening to her. Considering that there was a ship behind them, they didn't like the idea of suddenly taking orders from Julia. But after a few minutes of Barbossa not leaving the Captain's Cabin, they started accepting the orders. It helped that she was very confident.

The whole time she was at the helm, Julia never looked back. She kept a confident smile on her face, as if she knew that they could outrun the Troubadour. She knew they could. After all, Teague unintentionally told his daughter all about the Troubadour as he taught her how to sail. Julia knew that there was a problem with the Troubadour's rigging that prevented extended use of the top sails with the wind.

About an hour later, the Troubadour fell behind.

As the men cheered, the door to the Captain's Cabin flew open. Barbossa stormed out and the crew fell silent as he made his way up to Julia. "WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?" He shouted in her face.

"It needed to me done." Julia replied calmly.

"SO YOU FELT THE NEED TO TAKE MY SHIP-"

"Correct term is "borrow". "Take" implies that I had no intention of giving it back."

"You Missy forget your place." Barbossa hissed at her.

"That's the thing." Julia replied with a smirk, before adding in a threatening tone, "You don't know my place."

Barbossa took a deep breath, before gesturing toward the two closest men. "You two. Take her to the brig."

As he watched then escort Julia below deck, Barbossa had the strange feeling that someone was watching him. When he looked to his side, it seemed as though whoever it was slipped just out of view. After a few moments, he turned around completely. There was no one there.

But there was a strange piece of black fabric that no one could place….

Jack and Teague watched as the Queen Anne's Revenge slipped away. Jack didn't want to furl the top sails. That meant slowing down and letting them go. But Teague knew that the top sails could loosen at any moment and get blown away in the wind.

Jack then leaned in against Teague's shoulder. "Dad…how many people know about the top sails?"

Without looking, Teague placed his hand on Jack's forehead and shoved him away. "Only these men and your blasted sister."

"On the bright side, at least we know where she is."

Teague glared at Jack.

"Or not."

Suddenly the sea beside them exploded. Before checking to see what it was and if it was friendly, Teague was already shouting orders. He was acting on instinct, which told him that whatever just appeared was not good.

"Oi! Belay that!" Jack shouted, waving his hands at the men. "Don't shoot!"

Teague turned to Jack. "Jack Sparrow!"

"Dad, it's the Flying Dutchmen."

"All the more reason to sink her."

"No! Remember? Whelp by the name William Turner killed Jones ten years ago."

Teague thought for a moment. Then it came back to him. "Oh right. Captain Elizabeth's husband."

"Right." Jack said, before brushing past Teague. "Oi! William! It's been too long!"

"Jack." Will suddenly appeared behind Jack. "I didn't come to visit."

"Well you're doing an awful job at not visiting." Jack remarked as he turned back around. "And you've had such a great not-visiting record."

"I need your help Jack."

Jack rolled his eyes. "William, I thought your dear wife had grown out of this?"

"Captain Elizabeth is in Shipwreck Cove, guarding the Code." Teague told Jack.

"Why else would Turner be here? He has a ship."

Will sighed, looking straight ahead just as the Revenge slipped over the horizon. "I need you to rescue Barbossa."

Jack raised an eyebrow at Will in confusion. Barbossa needed rescuing? From what? "Why do you care about him? Last I checked, you were fighting the urge to shoot him."

"I can't say I like him, but I'd rather not destroy their ship as Calypso ordered." Will replied flatly. Calypso came to the Flying Dutchmen earlier that day. She told Will that Barbossa must not step foot on Isla Sirena without first finding out everything about the Fates. And about his "lover". Will nearly got sick when he heard the word used in the same sentence as Barbossa's name. Even now, he felt slightly queasy.

"What's after him?" Teague asked, then added before Jack could open his mouth, "besides us."

Will turned to Teague. "Captain Teague, I was told to ask about how your daughter became the Lady of Shipwreck Cove."

"My wife died. That's how." Teague's reply was too quick.

Jack turned to Teague now, suddenly wondering about the exact nature of his mother's death. "Dad, how did Mum die?"

"My cabin." Teague ordered, leading the two men down to the Captain's Cabin. He had them both sit at the desk and got them both drinks before explaining. "It's a secret known only to the Keeper of the Code and the King of the Brethren Court that the Code. A tradition dating back from before the Code itself. It came from the first Keeper's family tradition."

"What did?" Will asked, sipping the drink. It was the strongest rum he had ever tried.

"Is that…gunpowder?" Jack asked, taking another swing. He then frowned at Teague. "You know Mum hated when you did this."

Teague sat at the desk with his own bottle. "The Keeper of the Code is, by tradition, a man and wife." He said, before looking at Jack. "I didn't officially become Keeper of the Code until I married your mum." He then looked at both of them. "The successor to them is...well...uh...I managed to get out of this tradition because my dad died in a typhoon."

"And what tradition is that?" Jack asked nervously.

"Jackie, your mum was dying from consumption. All we could do was ease her pain with rum, and even that was starting to fail. Your mum insisted that the tradition was carried out. That your sister did it." Teague sighed deeply, looking Jack in the eyes. "Jackie, Catherine was eight years old when she stabbed her through the heart."

I hope you weren't hoping for this story to be mostly sunshine and butterflies...

The rum and gunpowder thing...I read that in a book once...I forgot what book that was or what they called the drink, but it seemed very Teague-ish to me... Also the idea of Will even drinking rum is still a little weird to me but whatever.

By the way, I thought I should warn you that the next chapter (if I remember correctly) gets more mature...