A/N: Yay! Here is chapter 2. I'm really pleased that I received a review on my first story and a fave. Thank you reviewer/faver. This chapter is a little shorter than the last, but I was hard pressed for time this week. I'm going to be ambitious and attempt to update every other week. With my schedule I don't know how that will work out but I will try. Enjoy and please review. :)

PS. The lines differentiate between who the story is focusing on instead of saying meanwhile or just leaving it without. Plus it is easier to edit if I have to.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. ALL RIGHTS GO TO RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

“What the…” cried Elizabeth, her eyes wide. “Jack….”

“I know,” he replied shrugging off her questioning look. That map I had dear William steal had more than one destination that could be located by using said map. The Spring of Eternal Youth is just one of those places, and along with my trusty compass,” he held it up proudly, “I had no problem finding it in the least.”

“Then, what about Barbosa and the rest of your crew and The Black Pearl, where were…where are they?” questioned Elizabeth.

“Abandoned me again, but I had the map. Last I heard they were sailing around somewhere in the Pacific.”

“Damn.” She stormed off leaving Jack to watch her back disappear into the mayhem that was Tortuga.

The Captain of the Flying Dutchman stood at the helm slowly piloting his ship towards its intended target—the wreckage of a ship. If there was one part of the job he dislike this was it; having to collect there destroyed souls. This, along with learning of his son’s kidnapping, was wearing on his nerves. He was constantly worried that the next group of souls he would be ferrying would have his son with them. His father, now first mate, studied Will’s face before taking the wheel of the ship from him. “Bootstrap” Bill Turner could see that until his grandson was found it was going to be a tough time for Will, not to mention himself.

Jack found Elizabeth nursing a mug of rum in the bar where over two decades ago she had knocked out James Norrington in a bar fight while in pursuit of Jack.

“You love, you’re going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow? Jack said casually as he slipped onto the stool next to her. She ignored him and continued to drink. Once that was gone she ordered a second.
“What’s wrong? You hate rum.” Elizabeth turned to him and with a small hiccup replied. Her words slurred together slightly, but were clear enough that Jack could hear her say:

“You want to know what is wrong? The crew of the Black Pearl has kidnapped my son, and I can’t go rescue him without a ship and my own crew. But no one will willingly go after the Black Pearl. That’s what’s wrong.” She took another swig of rum before promptly vomiting the contents of her stomach onto the floor.

“You’re a mess Elizabeth. An absolute mess,” Jack said shaking his head. Heaving her up so that she was standing, he began to help her walk out of the bar towards a nearby inn.

Noah leaned against the wall of the cell slowly digesting the information he had learned. It was hard to imagine Beckett having a son. The rest of his shipmates from The Porthos were sleeping as he sat there contemplating what their fates might be. Suddenly loud cries reached Noah’s ears.

“Tortuga! Tortuga!” the crew chanted. They had reached their destination.

Elizabeth woke the next morning with a groan. She had a massive headache and her vision wasn’t very clear. Where was she any way she wondered. She remembered running into Jack and then being at a bar with him, but after that it was hazy. Gingerly she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her bundle of clothes she had brought from home sat at the end of the bed and bath water lay waiting in the corner, beckoning her to clean herself of the smell of rum. I hate rum she thought. It is the worst drink imaginable. A bath was the first thing she was going to do today she decided, then she’d go look for Jack and possibly a crew and ship.

The Black Pearl sailed into the harbor of Tortuga early in the morning. Not too many people were out this early in the morning, sure the nightlife was great and the mid-day markets were lively, but early mornings were quiet and the streets lay deserted. Alex was calling orders to his men as they prepared to make port. One of the last orders he gave was to take down the black sails and replace them with the spare white ones they stored below.

“Captain.” Alex turned as Jenks called out to him. “We don’t have enough men to completely change all the sails with the hour. We need maybe four more men.”

“Well then use the men in the brig, just don’t let them escape. I’ll help with the mizzen sail,” responded Alex. How irritating, we’ll have to pick up a few new men for the crew he thought to himself. Jenks headed down to the brig where he hauled Noah, Robin, and a gunner form The Porthos named Robert.

“You’ll be helping replace the sails,” Jenks informed them. “Don’t try any funny business or you’ll find yourself in Davy Jones’ Locker faster than you can say Calypso.” Noah snickered at the mention of the ex-Dutchman. Nobody seemed to have gotten the message that Jones as no longer alive. Well not that he had been alive to begin with…alive in the sense of any sea creature without a heart that could move could be. Then again, Will Turner’s Locker didn’t sound any where near as frightening. Robin elbowed him, his eyes asking why Noah had been laughing. Noah shrugged off the unvoiced question and continued to follow Jenks.

Jenks set them up in the area he needed them and then left the three men under the watchful eyes of the rest of the crew. As everyone waited for the order to hoist the sails, Robin leaned over and began whispering to Noah a plan he had devised.

“When the call comes to hoist the sails the crew will be busy grabbing the ropes and pulling. During the confusion we’ll jump over the side and swim to land.”

“We can’t leave the rest of the men,” Noah argued.

“But no one will get rescued if we can’t tell people that some of us are still alive in the first place,” Robin whispered back.

“Don’t underestimate pirates Robin. They’re more organized than you think.”

“I don’t see you coming up with any great ideas,” Robin huffed.

“Tell you what,” Noah said slowly, the plan he had becoming clear. “I’ll run one way, you and Robert run the other way. I’ll run towards the starboard side, that’s is farther away and they’ll be more focused on me. That way you and Robert can get off the ship and get help.” Inwardly, Noah knew that Beckett did not care what happened to the other prisoners, only that he had Noah.

“But how are you…you don’t intend to escape do you? You’re going to stay on board with the rest of the men.”

“Yah, I am.” Noah averted his gaze from his friend’s. “Find my mother, Elizabeth, you’ve met her a few times before. She’ll be able to get help. Plus she must be worrying her head off since I didn’t return home to see dad.”

“Noah…” Whatever Robin was about to say was cut short as the command came to hoist the sails. Noah looked at Robin and then nodded good-bye as he took off running towards the starboard bow. Robin grabbed Robert and sprinted as fast as he could to the opposite side, together they jumped into the cold, frigid water below and began swimming as hard as they could. Shots rang out as the pirates fired their pistols at the escapees but they were already on the pier and running out of range.

“Forget them,” shouted Alex. “We have the important one.” Noah lay at his feet, a deep cut on his right arm and a growing bump where he had been knocked out by the hilt of Alex’s sword. “Take him back to the brig!”

That's the end of this chapter. Stay tuned for the next and please review or you might find yourself in Will Turner's Locker. ;)