The next day…

Barbossa stood over a map of the Caribbean in the Chart Room of the Queen Anne's Revenge, holding Jack's compass. His plan seemed brilliant at the time. He was tired of trying to an island that was supposed to just appear. If he had Jack's compass, even just for an hour, Barbossa thought he could chart a course to the mysterious island.

Except the red arrow kept pointing back across the island.

He frowned at the compass. No wonder Jack had so much trouble with the compass. It seemed to change its course according every fleeting thought. He thought about the apple on the table and the arrow suddenly shifted to point at it. Barbossa gave the compass a good shake, like he had seen Jack do so many times.

Barbossa took one last look at the compass, before throwing it aside. "Blasted thing!" He shouted, looking back down at the charts. After a moment of silence, he turned. He stood straighter. "I don't intend on dying just yet Captain Turner."

"Barbossa, I came to warn you: do not go to Isla Sirena." Will said.

"Don't suppose you want a drink?" Barbossa commented, drinking from a bottle of red wine.

Will smiled, grabbing the other bottle from the table. He pulled the cork out with his teeth before taking a swing. He turned to Barbossa. "It's been a long ten years."

Barbossa nodded. "I know." He replied, before taking another swing of the wine. When he looked at Will, he couldn't help but to think of the crew of the Black Pearl. For years, Barbossa heard their screams in his sleep every night. Their faces haunted his dreams. This only stopped when he met Julia.

"I have orders. Miss Teague cannot set foot on Isla Sirena." Will looked over at the fabric on a chair, before looking back at Barbossa. "You two are being watched by Them."

"Them?"

Will shrugged. "The Fates."

Barbossa rolled his eyes. "Like I said, I don't intend on dying just yet."

"The Fates have set a high price on their favor. A price I doubt anyone would pay."

"A thread made from the hair of a man, sealed with a woman's blood." Barbossa replied. He read that in a book Julia brought with her. He himself had never heard of the tale before, but he was curious. According to the tale, if someone brought the Fates such a thread, they would grant the person three wishes, including immortality. "I gave my word to Julia that I'd bring her there. Now tell me why you expect me to break it?"

"Maybe not so much "break" as to delay it." Will said, looking down at the map of the Caribbean. He pointed at an island labeled as Isla Fortuna. "I've heard this island has the best caviar in the Caribbean."

"Snowy Island?" Julia asked, walking up to the table.

Barbossa rolled his eyes. "The door was shut for a reason."

"What does it matter?" Julia asked with a smirk. "I know how to get anything out of you." She then turned to Will. "You must be Captain Turner. Your son looks just like you."

Will took a good look at Julia. She did look a lot like Jack. If it weren't for the fact that she was so close to Barbossa, Will might've even thought that she was Jack's. Then Will saw Julia's hand slip down to Barbossa's….

…Will looked away quickly. Yes, Will had seen a lot as crew onboard the Interceptor and the Black Pearl and even as captain of the Flying Dutchmen. He had been intimate with Elizabeth. He had caught glimpses of men being intimate with each other out at sea. He understood intimacy.

But then this was Hector Barbossa…..

"We have company, Julia." Barbossa reminded her as he took her hand in his. "Later."

"Might not work out then. I was followed. I left Jack on the beach with Scrum." Julia replied, as her smirk grew into a smile. "We may as well have our fun before Dad cuts your only properly functioning part off."

"My only properly functioning part?" Barbossa asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

Julia shrugged. "You should be grateful that part still works." She smirked, looking down at the map. "Captain Turner, who happens to own this delightful island you-"She looked up and noticed that Will already left. She rolled her eyes, before noticing the compass on the table. Carefully, she picked it up to examine it. "I've heard of a few people who'd love to get their hands on this." She opened it and snapped it shut. "Bloody thing doesn't even point north."

Barbossa had to smile. "Are you trying to find north?"

"No. I'm trying to find some logical reason anyone would want a broken compass."

Back on the Flying Dutchman, Will sat in a chair in his cabin. This was madness. He already knew that anything even vaguely related to Jack Sparrow eventually fell into some degree of madness, but this was just beyond anything Will Turner could have imagined. And it seemed to just get worse. The fact that Calypso has him guarding Isla Sirena, keeping an eye on Julia Teague, and still ferrying souls was starting to wear him out.

A gray and white dog walked up to Will and rested his head on his knee. Crumbs was Bootstrap's dog when he was a teenager. No one knew how the dog ended up in the Locker or why he remained after so many souls had been ferried. Bootstrap Bill was convinced that Crumbs had stayed behind to be with him. Man's best friend and all that.

The dog was old though, and had difficulties going up and down the stairs, so he slept in the Captain's Cabin on Will's bed. Strangely enough, Will found a hole in the wall next to the door to the deck, with a hinged door just big enough for Crumbs to go through. It took a few days to get Crumbs used to the door, but he eventually realized that it was a quicker way to get to Bootstrap.

Will patted the dog's head, thinking about everything that was happening. The calm Will had enjoyed for the past ten years had been shattered suddenly within a matter of minutes. No, it was destined to falter before it began. Ever since Julia saw Hector Barbossa, this chain of events was set.

The Fates demand an unborn child.

Calypso demands that they do not meet.

Supposedly, Captain Teague has a terrible beast at his disposal.

Calypso claims to know how to summon this beast, but she warns that summoning it could mean the death of Julia Teague.

Will Turner didn't understand it and Calypso didn't care to explain. Now, could only do his duties to the Sea Goddess and hope for the best. There was no going around this storm.

...and we have the cute pet...though a bit older than the cute pets I usually write about...

Anyways, I hope the end of this chapter isn't too revealing...

*Sorry for late update. You've no idea how busy I've been*