Hello my darlings~ I am back with what is probably going to be my longest story yet. I just watched the hilarious fight scene with that wheel in the second Pirates movie, and I was struck with inspiration that went like this, 'Hmmmm...Hetalia plus Pirates equals EPIC WIN. Must do now.' And thus, this story is here. I did a lot of historical research to make sure it was accurate, so I hope you enjoy.

I own neither the Pirates of the Caribbean series nor Hetalia: Axis Powers/World Series.

Without further ado here is "The Chase on new Waters".

The smell of sea salt was a pungent and invasive, and the hot, humid air clung to Jack Sparrow's clothes as he fanned himself with his stolen map, his small row boat gently drifting in the Caribbean waters. As he gazed at the sun in boredom, as if he was in a trance, his thoughts ran wild with the idea of cold rum running down his throat and satisfying all needs. The thought overtaking his mind, the man sprang up, stuffing the map into his shirt and digging through his small inventory until he chanced upon his rum bottle. Hastily removing the cork, he moved to take a large swig only to find nothing moving down toward him.

"Bugger," he muttered, looking into the empty bottle and remembering that he had drunk it earlier that day.

Flopping into an exhausted heap, Jack sighed loudly, closing his eyes to rest. The sound of cannons penetrated the peaceful silence, and Jack immediately sat up, his eyes opening and searching for the disturbance. The sight of The Black Pearl and a British trading ship snapped the captain out of his reverie.

"Hm," came a noise of realization from his mouth as he stood up and watched the sight for a moment.

It was not until a cannonball crashed dangerously close to his vessel that he decided to take action, scuttling to the middle of the boat and grabbing both oars on either side. Jack paused for a second, weighing his options. He knew that in his lesser raft that if either side won, then it would come after him and win in any fight the would occur. Glancing from ship to ship as they blasted furiously at each other, he began rowing to one in hopes of an alliance.

Meanwhile, The Black Pearl was alive with action. The crew was rushing all over, swinging from ship to ship, engaging in perilous sword fights, and loading and firing cannons at its foe. Captain Hector Barbossa was at the helm, guiding the ship while defending against those who boarded against his wishes.

"Keep firin'!" he yelled to the other pirates, looking back into the mob of people on his deck, "A few more an' they'll be scrap wood!"

He turned back to face the trading ship when he spotted a row boat floating precariously next to The Black Pearl. Recognizing it at once, Barbossa filled with rage, and he rotated, brandishing his sword threateningly. Across from him stood Jack, his sword drawn and pointed at the other.

"Sparrow," growled Barbossa, his face alight with anger, "An' to what do I owe the pleasure of yer presence aboar' my ship?"

"Just dropping through, I suppose," Jack replied calmly, smiling slightly.

Barbossa moved forward, aiming at the other's chest with his weapon. Blocking it, Jack's smile melted away as the two began to duel. Swords clanging, they exchanged calculating words, waiting for the other to break.

"An' just why woul' I welcome ya back onto the Pearl when ya've committed such treachery against me?" Barbossa questioned, eyebrows raised challengingly.

The captain swung sharply at Jack's head, hitting an enemy crewsman behind him as the man ducked.

"Oh, mate, we may have had our differences in the past," Jack began, stabbing forward with his blade, "but it seems that you're in need of my assistance. Might I remind you of who in fact is the holder of the map to the Fountain of Youth."

Barbossa paused, looking spitefully at Jack who smiled winningly and raised his eyebrows in triumph. Barbossa grudgingly let down his sword as Jack followed the action.

"Fine," he spat out, "but once the fountain's in sight, ya best be watchin' yer head."

With that said he turned swiftly back to the wheel, barking out orders once more. Jack gulped inaudibly and made to follow him.

"Don' even think about it, Sparrow," Barbossa cut in, not bothering to gaze at the other, "Yer on my ship now. I'm the captain, not you."

Jack made a mocking face and silently mouthed the captain's words in a snotty fashion, going stoic as soon as Barbossa, suspecting foul play, looked back at him and snorted in disgust.

The battle dragged on for hours until the pirates had managed to sink the other, loot the ship, and send the survivors off in life boats with no supplies. They all gathered together by Barbossa, the rest of the crew staring curiously at Jack.

"Wha's this then?" Pintel asked, motioning in Jack's direction, "I though' we left 'im in Tortuga. Why's 'e come back?"

"Ah, now that is a question," Jack cut off Barbossa who had begun to explain, strutting lazily around the crew, "You see, mate, you all are looking for a treasure of unworldly proportions."

He stopped to gaze seriously at them.

"The Fountain of Youth," he went on, the crew members grinning with interest while Barbossa rolled his eyes at the display, "Of course, the only way to get to said treasure is with a map, a map that you do not have and a map that I just so happen to possess."

He strolled around some more, making hand motions as he spoke.

"So, I believe it to be in your best interests that I, with my map, stay on the ship and guide you safely to your treasure," he halted his motion again, facing the crew with a grin, "Savvy?"

The crew all shouted in agreement, the excitement overtaking them.

"So alls we nee' to do now is sail to this treasure?" Pintel asked Jack, the promise of treasure lifting his spirits.

"Correct," Jack answered, still grinning as he pointed at Pintel to show his accuracy.

"There be just one problem with that, Sparrow," Barbossa interrupted their conversation.

"Correct," Jack remarked and then blinked, registering what he said a bit too late, "What problem?"

"Give me yer map," Barbossa held out his hand, causing Jack to cover his chest protectively.

"Why?" he questioned, distrusting.

Sighing with exasperation, Barbossa motioned with his hands, and two crew members obediently grabbed Jack's arms. As he struggled to break free, Barbossa reached into Jack's shirt and grabbed the map, pulling it out and opening it for the whole crew. With a nod toward Jack's holders who let him go after Barbossa aligned the circles of the map and plopped a finger on the Fountain of Youth's location.

"See here," he started as everyone else leaned in to see, "This is the fountain's location, and as ya can see, the surroundin' sea is all territory belongin' to the Eas' India Tradin' Company. We go in there, and we'll be hangin' from the gallows by the next mornin'."

"Oh," Jack stated, staring dumbfounded at the map, "That certainly is a problem."

The pirates all stood quietly, the excitement dying down and being replaced with exhaustion.

"So wha' are we goin' ta do?" Ragetti asked, looking at Barbossa for answers.

"There ain't nothin' we can do," the captain returned, "No ship can take down the whole fleet of British ships there."

"Now," Jack spoke up, smiling mysteriously, "that's where you're wrong."

"What are ya talkin' about?" the other man countered, eyes narrowing.

Jack's smile widened, and the crew's anticipation increased.

"The Plague," his two words sent the crew off into hushed whispers and not so hushed shouts.

Growing annoyed at the noise, Barbossa yelled, "Shut up, all of ya!"

As the others settled, he continued, "Where are ya getting' these ideas, Sparrow. Every pirate knows that that be a myth."

"I'm a bi' confused actually," Ragetti piped up, drawing all attention, "Jus' wha's The Plague?"

"The Plague," Jack articulated loudly, swinging his arms as he walked and spoke, "is the most powerful ship ever to have existed, powerful enough to get us to the fountain, led by the strongest pirate to ever sail the seas."

"Captain Kirkland," Barbossa picked up, still glaring at Jack, "What are ya getting' at? Ya sayin' he an' his ship are real?"

"Precisely, my unfortunate ally," Jack smirked knowingly, "In fact, I have heard from sources that he is not only real but that he is alive and retired as a wealthy lord in good old London."

"Supposin' he is real," Barbossa remarked, "Just how are we goin' to take his prized ship, him bein' an otherworldly being as it seems?"

Jack stopped his stride, miffed for a second, before beginning again with a plan.

"Indeed we will stand no chance against him," he began, "That's why we need leverage."

"Leverage," reiterated Pintel dumbly.

"Leverage," Jack repeated, "that comes in the convenient form of a boy, more accurately his ward."

"He's got a ward?" Barbossa questioned.

Jack's grin grew even larger as he walked to Barbossa and said, "Exactly. Rumor has it he's a colony boy up in Philadelphia. Once we have him, we have a hold over Kirkland. Once we have a hold, he'll surely surrender The Plague to us, and once we have the ship..."

"We have the fountain," Barbossa filled in, sharing a look of comprehension with Jack.

"Now hol' on," Pintel raged, "If we're goin' ta Philadelphia, then i' woul' take a'least two months ta sail from 'ere ta there."

"Well then, ya'd best be getting' some supplies ready," retorted Barbossa, "We're goin' to the New World."

The pirates bursted into life, readying the ship and preparing to stop off at a nearby island for food. The wind blew softly against Jack's face, and as he peered around at the ongoing action, he could not help but feel a sense of foreboding. Shrugging it off, he went in search of some rum, humming a classic pirate song as he went.

Meanwhile in London, England, another was preparing to head off to the colonies. Arthur Kirkland hummed pleasantly as he gazed upon the seas, the memories of his last trip to his precious colony's land filling his head. Sipping his tea, he turned to his crew, a bunch of British naval officers at the request of his boss.

"Are we set to go?" he asked, his queenly British accent displaying his high status.

"All set, sir," a particularly dim looking one responded, saluting.

Arthur nodded and put down his cup.

"Let's head out then," he ordered, watching as the men started rushing around to fill his request, "I'd rather not be here if the frog shows up."

His British naval ship began to move away from his home as he took the wheel and steered, gazing at the glimmering blue water.

Perfect conditions, he mused, Must be my lucky day, I suppose.

With a head held high the British Empire embarked on his journey, knowing that though it would take many months, his boy's smiling face was going to be worth it. Little did he know that he would be in for the strangest chase of his life.

Whew. -3- That took me so long. Hope it was worth it! ;) The next chapter is in production, so review to give me some feedback. :)

Fun Facts!

The Pirates of the Caribbean series takes place in the early eighteenth century during the decline of piracy. The age of pirates was officially over by 1720.

During that same period, the East India Trading Company was expanding its trade across the seas, including its thirteen colonies in North America.

The Caribbean Sea is right off the coast of Mexico and is surrounded by South America and islands like Jamaica where Port Royal, the place where Elizabeth's father was governor, is the capital.

Philadelphia is the birthplace of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States of America. The United States Second Congress met there to create them, making it a logical choice for Alfred's house.

London was England's capital and the place where the East India Trading Company was established, so it was an obvious place for Arthur's residence.