Jack watched as Julia helped Barbossa up. He hated the way his sister was so gentle with his former first mate. Deep down, Jack hated the way Barbossa let her help. Most of all, Jack Sparrow hated the way the two of them looked at each other. It seemed as if they were in their own distant world instead of just a few steps away.

Rolling his eyes, Jack crossed those few steps and grabbed Julia's arm. "We've been looking for you."

""We"?" Julia repeated, before it hit her. "YOU BROUGHT DAD?"

"He brought me. Tends to take a ship to take anyone anywhere."

"I'm not going." Julia said, snatching her arm away from Jack. She took a step back toward Barbossa. "You can go tell Dad that he can go hide from the world in his little dusty cave. I am not going back."

"You can tell him that yourself." Jack replied, grabbing her arm again.

This time, Barbossa grabbed Jack's wrist and threw him back. He then placed his hands on Julia's shoulders and moved her behind him. "She's not going with you." He hissed possessively. "You can be a good boy an' tell Teague that he can come for her himself."

"And you can be a man and put your pants back on." Jack kicked Barbossa's trousers toward him. He then walked up to Barbossa. "Captain Teague wants Catherine."

Barbossa gave him a confused smile.

Julia rolled her eyes in annoyance. "It's Julia." She corrected. She then tilted her head to the side with a smirk. "And since when did you care about what Dad wants?"

"I had the misfortune of running into him in the Faithful Bride."

"Jack, it's not misfortune if that is the most popular tavern in Tortuga. It's more like you being stupid for going to the Faithful Bride when the Nest is right there."

"Uncle Grant scares me." Jack admitted. Their Uncle Grant was a strange man, even when Jack was a child. He remembers his uncle best for always changing his own name. Sometimes, he was Uncle Scott. Sometimes, he was Uncle Phil. One time, he was Isabelle. No one could keep track of whatever name Grant happened to be using and only his sister was comfortable enough to ask. Jack knew that even Teague was at least slightly uneasy around his brother in law. And if Teague was even slightly nervous being around someone, Jack was very uncomfortable with them.

And then there was the talking to people who weren't there. Jack never really understood why his uncle spent so much time talking to his "friends" when he came to visit with his mother. After having his own experiences with hallucinations…

…no, Jack still couldn't understand it….

"And Dad scares me, so if you don't mind, we would like some privacy." Julia stated, wrapping her arm in Barbossa's.

"I do mind." Jack replied.

Barbossa frowned, seeing no easy way out. He was unarmed. Julia had two swords, but that still wasn't enough considering that Jack had his usual effects plus the men with him were armed. He knew they only had one choice. "If she goes with you, I want your compass."

Julia turned toward Barbossa. "What?"

"What good is a broken compass to you?" Jack asked quickly. "Blasted thing doesn't even point north."

"We both know it works well enough." Barbossa replied with a smile. "If she's going with you, I'd like some insurance that you won't wander too far."

A few minutes later….

Teague stood on the deck of the Troubadour with an old folded sheet of paper in his hand. When Julia appeared, he held it up for her to see. "Faking your own death might've worked if I didn't know that your uncle can't even spell his own name."

"Sorry. I didn't realize you could still read. I thought all that rum and tobacco combined with your age would've wiped that clean out of your head." Julia replied casually. "Certainly hasn't helped your appearance."

Jack watched his sister in pure shock. Did she really just say that? He wouldn't even let a thought like that cross his mind in Teague's presence, let alone say those words to the man. Judging by the silence, most of the men within earshot probably thought the same.

Teague sighed. "Catherine, I-"

Julia threw her hands in the air in annoyance. "Why the hell does everyone insist on calling me that blasted name?"

Teague's smile faded into a straight face. "Because it's your name."

"No it's not."

"Hell no!" Teague shouted quickly. "No. I am not doing this with you! I spent two years doing this your uncle! I am not doing it with you!"

"This is not the same." Julia as she stopped in front of Teague. "You know it's not."

"I named you Catherine."

"Mum named me Julia and I like that name."

Teague sighed, looking at his daughter. "You've gotten taller." He turned and walked to his cabin. "It's a shame you still have a bad attitude. At this rate, I'll never be able to marry you off."

"I can find my own husband, thank you."

Jack shrugged. "Catherine Barbossa does have somewhat of a nice ring to it."

Teague's hand slipped from the door knob. That was the reason he was so intent on finding his daughter in the first place. He obviously did not approve of his daughter leaving Tortuga with Hector Barbossa of all people. He suspected that Julia actually ran away from Shipwreck Cove to Tortuga with the intention of finding Barbossa, but he never thought she would actually find the man. Teague never thought that Barbossa may actually develop even a passing interest in Julia. He opened the door. "Catherine, come here."

"Make me." Julia challenged, crossing her arms across her chest.

Teague turned. "I'm not asking. That was an order."

"Like I said. Make me."

"Don't make me count to three." Teague threatened, raising a hand. He raised one finger. "One."

Julia smirked at Teague, placing her feet firmly on the deck.

Teague raised another finger. "Two."

Suddenly, Julia found Jack pushing her toward Teague. "Jack!"

Jack rolled his eyes as he continued to push his sister straight into the Captain's Cabin. "I'm not in the mood for you and Dad to spend the rest of the day arguing. Savvy?"

This was a fun chapter to write...