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To answer your questions. I'm not going for a complete crossover, on occasion someone from Pirates will show up in Black Sails, and Amaya will disappear from time to time in Pirates. But they won't fully crossover with one another.

Charles looked up at his current bed partner in the doorway, he was a proud man and had never felt the need to apologise to anyone, but looking the woman before him, he had to try very hard to stop from explaining himself.

Amaya put the bottle down on a table just inside the room and strode inside, she grabbed the whore by her hair and pulled her back violently. The girl let out a cry of pain before shutting her mouth when she felt the cool bite of steel against her throat, "I was talking to you, you little cunt. What are you doing here?"

The girl whimpered and gave her the same story she gave to Charles, "Mr Rackham sent me here, he thought Captain Vane could use someone to help him relax."

She cried out as Amaya's grip tightened on her hair and a knife bit into the flesh at her neck, causing a thin line of blood to spill down her neck, "Do you really think that it is a good idea to lie to me now? What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

"Please-"

"The next words out of your mouth better be a reason as to why you are in Captain Vane's room, if you don't tell me the truth I will slit your throat. A cheap whore like you isn't worth much, a few Reals and Mr Noonan won't bat an eye at your death."

Tears were spilling from the woman's eyes, she looked up at Captain Vane, hoping for some assistance, but when all she saw was his stony glare she new she had no hope. Eleanor Guthrie wasn't worth her life, "It was Miss Guthrie, she paid me and some of the other girls to entertain Captain Vane."

Amaya gave her a cruel smile and threw her to the ground, "Pick up your shit and get the fuck out!" Her eyes slid over to the now cool bathwater and then back to the sobbing woman on the floor, "And send someone up here to refill the bath." The woman didn't move, "NOW!" The whore flinched, grabbed her dress, and ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Charles opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by her lips on his, pulling back she took in the slightly stunned look on his face and pushed him to sit on the bed, "What-"

"Anne caught me before I came up here and informed me of what she saw, I just thought I should pretend to be angry so that Miss Guthrie believes that she is getting to me."

"You're not upset with me," Charles clarified, unsure whether or not he should believe her. If Eleanor had ever caught him in this position he would be grovelling for weeks in order to get back in her good graces. But Amaya was sat on his lap, her lips brushing across his throat.

"Did you ask her to come up here?"

"I'm not stupid," he replied.

"Then we don't have a problem." Her mouth found his again, lips pressing up against his insistently, choosing not to argue with her any further he removed her shirt, his shirt, she hadn't changed out of it yet and there was something about that, that made him want her even more. His hands reached for her breeches, untying the leather straps that kept them up, he pushed them down so that she was as bare as he was. If she didn't want to talk anymore, then they wouldn't.

Charles lifted Amaya off his lap and slid her up the bed, it would take a while for the water to be heated for her bath, and he was going to take full advantage. His lips found hers again, and his fingers stroked her soft skin, pausing for a fraction of a second every-time they came upon a scar. The two weren't together, they were just enjoying each other's company, naked company, and hadn't reached a level where he could ask her the stories behind the jagged scars that marred otherwise perfect skin.

Amaya pulled him closer to her, grinding against him, telling him without speaking that she didn't want to wait around to be satisfied. He took her silent instruction and was inside her in moments, it didn't take Charles long to bring her to completion, it was fair to say that Amaya had been thinking about him the entire time she was in 'potential negotiation' with Captain Flint. She'd been thinking about Charles' hands, his mouth, his voice, and of course the most important feature that brought her pleasure, his cock. After a few moments he rolled off of her and pulled her to his side, panting, Amaya smiled as she rested her head on his chest, "I needed that," she said.

Before Charles could respond there was a knock on the door and three of Noonan's whores walked in carrying buckets of steaming water. Quickly they lifted the copper tub and tipped the cold water out of the window. Re-filling it with the hot water they'd brought up, they left the room as fast as possible, they'd all heard what Captain Hawk had done to the whore she'd found in Captain Vane's room, they didn't want the same treatment. "Just like I need that," she motioned to the bath, sitting up and moving to test out the water. Charles followed her, gripping her hip with one hand and grabbing a wash cloth with the other, he cleaned her up and then himself. It was so rare that he actually had the chance to bathe in hot water, he decided he would join her.

Climbing into the tub he sat down and waited for Amaya to join him. If he'd been with Eleanor she would have expected him to help her in the tub, actually, if he was with Eleanor she wouldn't have allowed him to join her in the bath, she had always liked to keep a certain amount of separation between the two. Between business and pleasure, and Charles was quickly coming to realise that he had fallen directly into the 'business' category in Eleanor's life. But all thoughts of Eleanor flew out of his mind when Amaya entered the tub, sitting down and relaxing against his chest with a contented sigh. Charles had one hand resting on her stomach, and he'd laced the fingers of his other hand with hers and was resting on the edge of the tub. "Are you going to make me ask?" he rumbled.

Amara smiled and tilted her head, lips brushing the underside of his chin for a moment, "The Walrus, may be larger than The Ranger, but The Ranger's faster, it's also already had most of its goods offloaded so I won't have to wait around for it to be ready. Besides, there is something about its Captain, I find myself drawn to him, and I much prefer his company to Captain Flint's."

Charles smirked, lifting his hand from her stomach, he stroked his thumb across her cheek, "And have you told the Captain this?"

She shrugged "I don't want it to go to his head."

"Too late," Charles said, leaning down and placing a firm kiss on her lips, gripping her hip and spinning her around so she was straddling him.

Amaya looked down for a moment before looking back at Charles with a raised eyebrow, "I wasn't talking about that head." She smirked.

Charles grunted and pulled her towards him, "Stop talking."

It was late in the evening when Jack and Riggs made their way to Charles' room, this time Jack had the good sense to knock before entering, having no desire to be shot for interrupting. Luckily for them both, Charles and Amaya were both resting, Charles was sprawled across the bed, his head in Amaya's lap, smoking. While the female Captain ran her fingers over his naked chest with one hand, and gripped a bottle of rum in the other. "What news do you bring?" she asked.

"The Ranger will be ready to leave tomorrow morning, the men are ready and awaiting your orders Captain." Jack said to Charles.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Amaya in question, she shrugged in return, "What? I spoke to Anne before I came up here." She looked at Riggs, "The crew?" she asked.

"They've had their fill of the land for now, they're ready to leave." Riggs replied, the crew of The Hunter were itching to get back to the Isle De Muerta and collect their treasure, of course the fact that in doing so they would get one over on the Captain Jack Sparrow, also didn't hurt.

"Well then, with your agreement," she looked at Charles, who nodded, "We'll leave first thing in the morning. Inform the men, I won't wait around for anyone."

"Get them ready," Charles said to Jack, "Tomorrow, we hunt."

Eleanor sat in her office fuming, not only had Captain Flint failed to secure and Agreement with Captain Hawk, her plan to split Captain Vane and Hawk had failed miserably, the whores she'd paid to take care of Vane had been rebuffed, what's more Captain Hawk had threatened to kill the one she'd found in Vane's room and hadn't left his side since. "I thought you said that after meeting with you she would choose to work with you!" Eleanor scowled.

"And I thought you said that her fucking Vane wouldn't have any bearing on who she chose!" Flint replied, just as angry at the situation as the woman in front of him.

Eleanor scowled, she'd been so sure that Captain Hawk would think with her head and not her heart, she couldn't believe that Captain Hawk, the only female Captain she'd ever met, ever heard of, she just couldn't believe that Captain Hawk wouldn't be smart about what she needed.

Mr Scott sighed, "I don't believe that Captain Hawk refused to work with you because she's fucking Vane," at his words the occupants of the room glared at him, "my sources say that Captain Vane's ship has been emptied of everything they don't need, she had told her men that her hunt is time sensitive, it is not about which ship is stronger, but which ship is faster. She believes that The Ranger, is faster than The Walrus, and she is not wrong, that is why she chose Captain Vane."

"Well that and the fact that she hates you Miss Guthrie," Mr Gates said, sitting back in his chair.

If it wouldn't have been so undignified, Eleanor would have hissed her displeasure at him, "She does not hate me."

"Really?" Gates asked, "Because from what I've been told, not only did you try to take over her hunt, but you also threatened to remove all opportunity for her and her men to trade on this island, and that is why she hates you. That's why Captain Flint didn't stand a chance going into negotiations with Captain Hawk, because he's backed by you."

"This is not Miss Guthrie's fault!" Mr Scott defended.

"The hell it's not! Instead of trying to get Captain Hawk on side, which she should have been able to given how rare it is to see a woman in power, you alienated her! Maybe it was because she's fucking Captain Vane, or maybe it is because she is strong enough to stand on her own, without a powerful man to back her."

"That is enough!" Eleanor exclaimed, "Captain Hawk has not liked me from the moment she set foot on this Island, and I have done nothing but try to work with her, it isn't my fault that Charles turned her against me before I could even speak with her!" She was furious, at Gates for daring to say these things to her, at herself for allowing herself to appear weaker than Captain Hawk, at Charles for backing the female Captain against her. She needed a plan. Looking up at Captain Flint she spoke, "Ready your ship and your men, if we cannot be a part of the Captain Hawk's hunt, then just, have to take it from her. Follow her, find the treasure, and make sure that they don't get away."

Amaya stood next to Charles as their men boarded their ships, they were to be the last to board, ensuring that everyone and everything was ready to go. "Ready to leave?" Charles asked.

"Everything's in order, we'll get there in time."

"You still haven't told me the location of the Isle."

"The Isle's location can only be known to those who have been there before," she smirked, "In any case, we have to make a stop before we get there."

"A stop? Where?" Charles asked looking down at her.

"Well my crew and I aren't going to be hauling our share of the treasure forever, we'll need a new place to hide it."

"And you're going to show me where that is?" Charles asked incredulously, sure they were fucking, but they hadn't known each other for long.

"Don't be ridiculous," she smiled up at him, "we've only known each other for a week, I can hardly trust you with something like that, just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that I'm led around by anything other than my mind. There's a string of small islands not far from here, on one of them is a woman, she'll give me the means by which I need to find a safe place for my treasure. She's someone who can be very powerful, someone that very few are given the privilege to meet."

"And you'll take me to meet her? Even though we've only known each other for a week?"

Pressing against him, she pulled him down to meet her lips in a fierce kiss, "It doesn't matter how long we've known each other Charles, it doesn't matter whether we trust each other or not, I have a feeling, that you meeting her is fated." Pulling away from him she gave him an impish grin, "Now let's go, I'd like to put as much distance between us and Flint as possible." She climbed into the long boat waiting to take her to her ship and gave him a little wave as they set off.

Charles looked at his men in his own long boat waiting for him, "Let's go get that treasure," he said.

It took two weeks before the two ships came close to the Islands that Amaya wanted to visit. "Are we still being followed by The Walrus?" Amaya asked her First Mate.

"Yes, he's keeping a far enough distance that we can't destroy the ship, but he sticking close enough that he won't lose us."

"Signal The Ranger," Amaya sighed. "We'll weigh anchor here, go the rest of the way by Longboat, use our ships to block The Walrus's view, I don't want Captain Flint knowing that we are no longer aboard, I don't want him to know where we're going."

"All do respect Captain," Riggs said, "Shouldn't we worry more about the fact that they are going to follow us to the Isle?"

"Captain Flint can never meet her, it would be the end of everything if he did. As for the Isle, Captain Flint will never even get close."

"How can you know that?"

"There's more than one way to get to the Isle, and one of them, is particularly perilous."

"You mean to pass through the Bay of Storms? That's madness!"

"Well what would you suggest?"

"Fight him! Lure him close and then attack."

"Fight Flint? He may only have one crew but The Walrus is strong, it would damage our ship, men would die, and we still have the French to contend with. I'm Captain Hawk savvy? What's life without a little madness?" She walked off towards her longboat, she'd pick up Captain Vane along the way.

Carter looked at hm, "Were you really expecting a different answer?"

Riggs sighed, "No, but I had to try."

"Captain's ready to leave," Carter said, "let's go."

"Captain," Carter said, causing both Vane and Amaya to look at him, he and Riggs were rowing the longboat, the only two permitted to come on the journey to see her with them. "There's another ship here." He tossed Amaya his looking glass and she saw the sails.

"It's The Pearl," she said, putting the looking glass down.

"Jack?" Riggs asked, "The fuck's he doing here?"

"I suppose we'll find out won't we. Under no circumstances is anyone to tell him that we're going for the Isle."

"What are you going to tell him?" Charles asked, he'd never met Jack Sparrow, but he had heard the legends and was curious about the man.

"I'm not going to tell him anything, he left me, he doesn't deserve anything from me."

Charles frowned, he hadn't known Amaya for long, but the look on her face when she thought of her brother, it was not a look he wanted to see on her.

Amaya didn't know what to do, for all her confidence, and all the love she held for her brother, she didn't know what to do when she saw him, she hadn't laid eyes on Jack since he stole her ship. She loved him and he betrayed her, but still she'd managed to convince what was left of her crew not to hunt him down and gut him. She told them all that it was her fault, that he should have expected his betrayal, but she didn't, she couldn't, she never believed for even a second that Jack's desires to be Captain of The Black Pearl, that his wants to be immortal would be put above her, his family. He betrayed her and she didn't know if she would ever be able to forgive him for wounding her so deeply.

Vane stepped off the longboat and reached out his hand to help Amaya onto the small dock, she didn't need the help, he knew it, and if it were Eleanor, she wouldn't have accepted his hand, but Amaya did. She took his hand and allowed Charles to help her out of the boat, in full view of her men, and the man on the docks staring at them, yet she didn't hesitate. And just like that, Charles felt the tiniest sliver of ice surrounding his heart chip away.

Amaya stepped in front of the man on the dock, "Mr Gibbs," she said, "he inside?"

"Yes ma-am, he is."

"Alright then, I guess we'll wait till he's done."

"Actually, she said you'd be coming, told me to tell you to go up there first, and send your man up after he's gone."

Amaya looked at Charles, "Let me see what she wants, I'll come and get you in a moment."

"Amaya-"

"It's fine, he's not going to try anything," she gestured to the man she'd called Mr Gibbs, "he's far to drunk to even think it. Besides, I should see Jack on my own." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "I'll only be a few minutes." She climbed the ladder to the home set in the trees, leaving the four men to their own devices.

"Mr Gibbs," Carter said.

"Mr Carter."

"Mr Gibbs."

"Mr Riggs." Gibbs nodded and then looked over at Captain Vane, "Who's he?"

Riggs smirked, he was never a fan of Mr Gibbs, he could never understand how the older man could side with Jack instead of his sister. "Please meet, Captain Charles Vane, Captain Hawk's partner."

"Captain Vane, I'd like you to meet Mr Gibbs, first mate to Captain Jack Sparrow, aboard The Black Pearl."

"Charles Vane?" Gibbs asked, he'd only ever heard of the pirate known as the Scourge of The Caribbean, he knew that Amaya would not be kept down, he knew that she would be able to re-build her crew, her life, after Jack had stolen her ship and her men, but he never thought that she would ally herself with such a man. Charles Vane was one of the strongest Captain's in the world, he honestly didn't think that Amaya would have had enough strength to stand next to him and still keep a hold of what was hers.

Amaya walked into the small home in the trees, looking for it's two occupants.

"You took your time," the woman said.

"I wasn't aware that you were waiting for me." Amaya replied.

The woman smiled, "Amaya, my sweet Little Bird."

"Tia Dalma, Goddess of the Sea, you called to me."

"And you came," Tia moved towards her, stroking Amaya's cheek, "I have missed you my Little Bird."

Amaya shrugged, "Come now, you never miss anyone for too long, after all, you are restless and unforgiving, like the Sea."

Tia kissed Amaya on the lips and pulled back, "Talking of unforgiving, talk to him." She motioned towards Jack, who was watching them from the doorway, "Then you will talk to me."

Amaya looked over at Jack and nodded to Tia, she walked over to him, unable think of anything to say to the person that hurt her more than she could ever imagine. Jack stared at his little sister and waited for her to say something, the longer she stood there, refusing to look at him, refusing to speak, the more uncomfortable he grew. "So," he finally spoke, "How've you been?" At that question Amaya punched him in the face and stormed into the other room. "I deserved that," Jack said and followed her.

"Amaya, Maya luv, little sister!"

"You don't get to call me that!" she hissed, "I'm not your sister!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not Jack! I'm not, because if I was, you would never have done what you did. If I was you never would have betrayed me, your family, your blood, THE ONLY PERSON THAT STOOD BY YOUR SIDE WHEN NO ONE ELSE WOULD! I WAS THERE! WHEN BARBOSA TOOK THE PEARL, I WAS THERE! WHEN NO ONE WOULD FOLLOW YOU, I WAS THERE! I TOOK CARE OF YOU, LOVED YOU AND YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!"

"I know," he said closing his eyes in defeat, "I know," he whispered.

Amaya wiped tears from her eyes, calming herself, she didn't want her men to come up and see what the commotion was all about, "And what do you want from me now? What could I possibly have left for you to take?"

"I don't want anything from you but your forgiveness." He replied.

"My forgiveness? You're not even sorry."

"But I am," Jack said, reaching out to her, "I am sorry, I hurt you, I shouldn't have taken the ship, the men, but I can't change what I've done. I can't change who I am, but I'm sorry."

She hit his chest, and then again and again, "You don't get to just be sorry! You don't!"

Jack pulled her to him, holding strong against her assault and let her tire herself out, hugging her to him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated, over and over until his voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper, "I'm sorry, I love you, I'm so sorry."

Sniffling she buried her face in his chest, and the two reverted to something that they hadn't been in years, in that moment Jack was ten year old boy who'd just been given his new born sister, in that moment, Jack was reminded of the promise he made to his father, to always protect his sister, to always care for her, and for only the second time in his life did he feel shame.

Jack sat down, bringing his sister with him, and she pulled away from him, "Why now?" she asked eventually, "You've had years to find me."

Jack gave a hollow laugh, "What can I do luv? I'm dying, I had to see you before that."

"What?" Amaya asked in horror, she looked over her brother, eyes stopping at his bandaged hand, "What is that Jack?"

Her brother sighed and unwrapped the stained white fabric and showed her the palm of his hand, "Like I said," he smiled, "I'm dying."

"Oh Jack," Amaya sighed and came to his side, "The Pearl really did sink to the bottom of the Locker 13 years ago, didn't it? And you made a deal with him, you just couldn't help yourself could you?"

"Like I said," he shrugged, "I can't change who I am."

"Can she help?" she motioned to the other room, where she assumed Tia was waiting.

"Not more than she has," he replied.

"Then you should go," she said standing, "you go, and run, and fight, you don't just give in to him, you make him work for it."

"You forgive me then?" he asked hopefully.

"You're my brother Jack, there's not much you could do, that I wouldn't forgive."

He kissed her cheek, picked up a jar full of dirt from the table, "Goodbye, little sister."

"Goodbye Jack."

Jack Sparrow climbed down the ladder and was met with not only Gibbs, and what appeared t be Pintel and Ragetti, the two morons that had abandoned Barbosa to join his crew, but three other men. Two he recognised as Amaya's men, but the third, he knew instantly that the third man wasn't apart of her crew. Jack frowned and made his way over to them, "Mr Riggs, Mr Carter," he nodded.

"Captain Sparrow," Riggs returned, "Fancy seeing you here."

Jack grimaced and turned to his men, "Ready the boat."

Gibbs nodded, but then spotted the mark on Jack's hand and gasped, "The Black Spot!" He spat three times and turned around, as though it would stop him from catching it. The other two idiots promptly repeated it.

"Shut up and get ready to leave!" Jack said, before turning to the man he didn't recognise, "You're fucking my little sister, aren't you?" Charles said nothing but tilted his head to look at him. "If you hurt my sister, I will pull myself from the fiery depths of hell just to end you. Is that clear?"

Charles sneered at him, but still said nothing, Charles Vane was loyal to a fault and he could not imagine ever betraying someone he considered to be his family. As far as he was concerned, Jack Sparrow wasn't a loyal man, and Charles wouldn't believe a word that came out of his mouth. Jack frowned and sat down on the boat, whoever that man was, he didn't give him a good feeling.

"Charles!" Amaya called. He looked up at her, and climbed the ladder to walk inside, whoever the woman Amaya wanted to see was clearly important, and powerful if what she said was true. He followed her inside, one hand on the small of her back as he looked around the strange home.

"Charles Vane," Tia's voice spoke from her place behind a small table, "from Slave to Pirate Captain, I've been waiting for you."

Charles frowned at Amaya who shrugged, "I told you," she said, "she is a very powerful woman. Charles Vane, meet Tia Dalma, sit down, find out what she wants, I'll be in the other room."

She moved away from him and Charles sat down, whoever this woman was, he didn't need to be told how powerful she was, he could feel it.

It took about an hour before Amaya was called back into the room with Charles and Tia, the trapped Goddess had said what she needed to say to Charles, and was now ready for Amaya. "What you want?" Tia asked, "What you need?"

Amaya sat down next to Charles, "Whatever I want most, I suppose."

Tia smiled, "Anything could be yours, and you want that?"

"Well I don't want to make it to easy for myself." She shrugged and Tia nodded.

The Goddess got up, and retrieved a compass, much like the one she'd given Jack Sparrow, all those years ago. "There is a price for such a thing."

Amaya nodded, "I'll pay it."

"Then come." Tia motioned, she put the compass on the table and walked into a third room of her little house. As Amaya followed her out, Charles looked at the compass and frowned, it was broken, was this really what she'd come for?

Amaya followed Tia into the other room and froze at what she saw, there, lying on the bed, was a very dead, Captain Barbosa, "What is he doing here?" she asked. She hated Barbosa almost as much as Jack did.

"His destiny is not yet done," Tia replied calmly.

"You can't mean to bring him back," Amaya shook her head, it had taken so much for Jack to kill him, so much, and here Tia was saying she wanted him back.

"We still need him."

"And what do you want from me?" she asked.

"The blood of the betrayed."

Amaya frowned, her blood, he ruined her, much like Jack had, and now she was to bring him back. She pulled out her knife and sliced the palm of her left hand, squeezing the wound, she allowed her blood to drip into a bowl proffered by Tia. Pulling back she looked at the Goddess, "Is that enough?" When Tia nodded Amaya left, she picked up the compass and Charles followed.

They climbed into the longboat silently and Riggs and Carter rowed them towards their boats. "We came all this way for a broken compass?" Charles asked.

"It's not broken," she refuted, "you just don't know how to use it."

Charles looked at her, he wouldn't get anything else out of her about the compass. "What was the payment for it?"

She looked at him, and offered him a sad smile, "What did she talk to you about?"

Charles smirked and pulled back from her, that was fair enough, she didn't want to tell him about her conversation with that mystery woman, and he didn't want to tell her about his. "When do we reach the Isle?"

"Well that depends," Amaya replied.

"On what?"

"On how long we want Captain Flint lost at sea for." She smirked and Charles replied in kind.

"Well then, what did you have in mind?"

Here's a nice long chapter since its been so long, thanks for all your reviews, please review if you liked it!