AN: SPOILERS! Ye be warned.

"Aye, you may feast your eyes upon the wonders of the map." Barbossa grinned.

He reached his hands into his coat pockets and pulled the elaborate map out. The crew members all stood slightly stooped over, trying to see it, as the Captain began unrolling the map. He stood there, his mouth curved into a smug smile, as he fumbled with his fingers. Ah, the map was unrolled. He let his eyes look down and his smug smile vanished instantly. The men standing around him had their jaws dropped down slightly as they looked at Barbossa. The Captain simply rolled his eyes in disgust. That Jack Sparrow always ruined his plans, and now he was going to have to chase him back down.

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In fact, at that moment, Jack Sparrow felt pretty proud of himself. He let his miniature 'Black Pear' sail off into the horizon as he pulled out the ripped section of the map. He couldn't help but grin as he imagined Barbossa finding that his plan had all been a part of Jack's plan. He slowly turned the sections of the map until one part read 'Fountain of Youth'. That's where he was headed to next. He could only imagine the wonders that the Fountain beheld, yet he was anxious to find it and gain its power. He had been dead once before, and he didn't plan on going back to Davy Jones' locker; or was it Will Turner's locker now?

He took a swig of rum and pulled out his compass. It hadn't been giving him any trouble for a long time. He'd been able to navigate without having it swing towards something…or someone every five seconds. It was quite enjoyable to just be able to go somewhere again. As the Captain thought on it, his mind began to drift to the subject in which he didn't want to be a subject. He thought of the long journey she had taken to get to him, and how she hadn't even told William…what could that mean? Or was she still in denial? When Jack had used Will's limp hand to pierce the heart of Davy Jones, he'd never considered that he may have done it for more than one reason. He'd always thought he'd done it to keep the lad from dying. By making him pierce the heart with his own hand, it saved him from death, forever. As long as no one pierced the new heart that beat within the chest, William would live on. Although this left him in charge of the Flying Dutchman. He had a duty to lead souls to the land of the dead, and he could only set foot on land every ten years. He wondered if he'd used his chance already. And where had that ditsy damsel in distress gone to? There was only one way to find out…Nah. He didn't need to go off looking for that girl. Especially if Will hadn't asked him to like he always did. He kept on sailing into the horizon.

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As young William Turner left land for the last time in ten years, Elizabeth watched from the shores of the island, a special chest set on a boulder behind her. Technically she and Will had been married by Barbossa, but she wondered, did it still mean anything now that Will's and her own life would be severed apart? Would he expect her to never wed and have a family because of his wanting her to always be his? She didn't know. Everything was very confusing for the woman at the time. She wasn't even sure where she should go. Back home, to Port Royal? No…there was nothing for her there. Governor Weatherby and James Norrington were both dead. What life could she possibly have living in Port Royal? None.

But wait…She was still King of all pirates, was she not? The eighth other pirate lords still had to abide by her saying, did they not? Then, she was a pirate…a true pirate. She'd find a ship, or better yet, go back to Singapore, where her predecessor had lived, and they would surely give her a ship and a crew, for they'd have no choice but to obey their King. She still wasn't sure why they insisted on calling her a King instead of a Queen, but it didn't really matter, the position was hers all the same. She turned around a picked up the chest that held William Turner's heart. Before he had left, she had told him to keep the key. It wouldn't be smart to leave both pieces together. Yes, separating the key from its lock was much smarter as a strategic move. The key had been placed in Will's boot, and as for where he'd put it as soon as he was back on the Dutchmen, she didn't know, but as long as it was safe.

Elizabeth began to walk across the beach, suddenly realizing, how was she going to get off the island? Will had left her without a boat or anything, and she'd ridden with her Singaporean ship to the island and had told them they could sail on back to their port. She'd gotten herself stuck, and all she could do was hope for a miracle. There wasn't even any vegetation on the island…it was basically a large sandbar with lots of boulders and rocks. How dreadful…She sighed and slumped back down, dropping the chest into the sand.

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The Black Pearl, under Barbossa's command, was sailing west, towards Singapore. Barbossa planned on heading to Singapore's port, where Jack Sparrow would most likely be going to in his small rowboat, and there he'd come up with something to do with him. The Black Pearl was making great time, mostly because the wind was in their favor. Barbossa decided that, with Calypso free again, the wind favor was her doing. The sea-goddess hadn't done anything to harm the crew after she'd been turned loose, and he began to wonder if just having Davy Jones dead and most likely with her, was easing her usual hating heart. In the past Calypso hadn't liked sailors or pirates, she'd turn storms upon them whenever she could, and many were killed. That was why the pirate lords had wanted her captured. They had never really known why until recently why Davy Jones would have told them how to capture Calypso, the one whom his heart had belonged to. Nevertheless they used the information to quickly capture the goddess's spirit and put her in a human body with human bones and limitations. And how she had loathed that body. Perhaps she favored Barbossa's crew now because it had been his idea to set her free.

The sun began to set, and the crew began to yearn for bedding. Barbossa on the other hand, being mortal again, had just gotten used to needing to sleep and rest. And it had been a while since he'd gotten a good night's sleep since his most recent quest to fetch Jack Sparrow back from the world of the dead. He needed to sleep now, and he had Gibbs take over the command for him.

The waters were calm and steady that night; more good favor from Calypso. The crew was quite relaxed for once, and they were enjoying it. The stars were shining so brightly that they were reflected from the water, creating a scene as if they were sailing through the sky and not the sea. It was much like the night they'd spent in the world of the dead when the stars shone into the water and reflected themselves. What a serene environment it created too. It put most of the crew to sleep, just to gaze out at the starry waters. The sea's breezes felt cool against their warm skin, and dried up any drops of sweat. Before they knew it, the whole crew was asleep, though there would be no threat for them that night. Calypso was watching over them, forever in their debt.

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"Wake up you lazy bunch of gits!" Came the loud yelling of Barbossa when he stepped out of his cabin the next morning.

"I leave you all in charge fer one night and you all fall asleep? I be crazy if I don't claim this to be mutiny."

"Captain! My apologies…you see, the water was so starry and shiny-" Gibbs was trying to explain.

"I'd rather not know, Gibbs." Barbossa silenced him. The Captain looked around at all the crew members staring up at him from down on the deck. "Well." He stated testily, and everyone took that as a cue to start working. Rolling his eyes Barbossa turned to walk up the stairs leading to the wheel. He gripped it with experienced hands and checked their direction and speed. He adjusted the direction slightly and found that their speed was just the same as it had been when he'd retired the night before. That was very good considering everyone had fallen asleep. "I don't get enough money for this job." He said to himself.

"You don't get paid, do you?" Raggeti asked plainly.

Barbossa glared at him with a threat and the skinny man with his wooden eyeball instantly continued swabbing the deck.

Barbossa felt the warm wind blowing in from the west. That would slow them down reasonably. Calypso must have been reeking havoc upon some other pirates somewhere off in the seas. Oh well. He'd gone his whole life without the favor of a sea goddess, and he had been fine; this'd just be like the old days, running against the wind with the Pearl. Even going into the wind, the only pirate ship faster than her was the Dutchman, and the Dutchman was know commanded by Will Turner, and he wouldn't harm them.

"Hey Captain Barbossa! I sees a small island!" It was Raggeti.

"You idiot, that's a sandbar!" Pintel corrected his friend with a slap on the back of his head.

Barbossa turned his head to the left and there was a small sandbar indeed. What was that? He squinted his eyes. A figure…ah, Elizabeth it was. He had wondered what had become of her when she'd left. With a grin he turned the wheel to his left; they'd be picking a passenger.

A/N: So…how was that for a beginning? I'm still working on how this will develop, so reviews and suggestions are welcome and loved!