Several days had passed since the storm, and Henry and Scarfield remained adrift at sea. Most of their time those first few days was spent keeping their eyes open for anything of interest, such as cargo from the HMS Sword or a passing ship that could rescue them.

With the former, they had little success, but success nonetheless. A crewmember's body lay adrift in the water, and after retrieving it the only things of value they could use were his soaked coat and a half-filled water canteen. If they were wise, the water would last them a few days at most.

After retrieving what they could, Henry and Scarfield put the sailor's body to rest.

"Lieutenant Maddox," Scarfield had said after they had done so.

"Did you know him well?" Henry asked of Scarfield, but the officer merely sighed and responded with, "No... I did not."

With the latter, there had been no such luck in locating a ship to rescue them. The first few days, the pair of them had their backs to each other, keeping their eyes peeled for any passing ships. As the days stretched out longer and their water supply ran thin, they knew they needed to conserve their energy, so they took turns on who would sleep and who would keep watch.

It was Henry's turn on watch. During his time adrift he had acquired some stubble on his face, as did Scarfield. There were no luxuries afforded to either of them, save for the clothes on their backs, three officers' coats, a small canteen, a pistol with one shot and no working gunpowder, and Henry's knife.

Henry was glad to at least have someone to speak to, if nothing else. To think, just a matter of days ago, they had been enemies trying to kill each other. But now here they were, trying to survive together in the face of impossible odds. Henry decided that life was funny like that. At the very least, talking to Scarfield kept Henry sane.

But what drove Henry to keep going, to keep himself alive and motivated to get home, were thoughts of his family. Of his little brother or sister when they finally arrived in this world. He was prepared to do whatever it took in order to get back to them. If that meant sharing this excuse of a raft with Scarfield, a man who had threatened people he cared about, then so be it.

But during this time away from his family, Henry began to reassess his priorities for his life. He was beyond ecstatic for his father to be home after twenty years of absence, and while this feeling had not changed in the course of the past year, Henry still felt like there was something missing. Almost like now that he had freed his father from the Dutchman, his life lacked purpose somehow.

He felt obligated to help run his father's smithy, but deep down Henry knew that the life of a blacksmith was not the life for him. He wanted to forge his own destiny, one rooted in adventure and freedom for himself. That's why he had joined with the Royal Navy in the first place, and part of what made him look up to the stories of his parents and their escapades with pirates long ago. Of course, his present circumstances put a damper on such dreams, but did not extinguish them from the depths of his heart.

That's why Henry decided that, once he got out of this mess and made sure his family was alright, he would find Carina.

Henry very much doubted his chances of survival, but if he were to survive, he would waste no more time on the matter. He would set out and find Carina, no matter how long it would take him. They had been parted for so long, and Henry knew that now, more than ever, he had to let her know how he felt about her. He loved her, and didn't want to spend another moment on Earth not by her side. He could come aboard her crew, serve under her as they would make their own adventures, live life the way they wanted to, free and untethered to the ways of the world. Henry's one hope is that Carina felt the same way about him as he about her, though things may have changed in the year they spent apart and he wasn't sure what to expect.

While Henry was lost in his thoughts, Scarfield began to stir from his rest, causing the raft to shake ever so slightly.

"Ugh," Scarfield grunted, placing a hand to his eyes to avoid being blinded by the sun. Henry looked back towards him, and Scarfield slowly got up so as not to shake the raft any further.

"No luck yet?" Scarfield asked, throwing the coat draped over him off his body.

"Nope," Henry replied plainly, facing out towards the sea again as Scarfield put his back to him, "No ships, no land, not even creatures of the deep."

"A cruel irony," Scarfield remarked, "Water everywhere, and not a drop of it to drink."

"Heh," Henry laughed, "That's pretty good, actually. If we ever make it out of this, I'd pen that if I were you."

"What, and become a poet?" Scarfield questioned, "Not sure I'm of the right calibre for that sort of thing."

"Anything is possible," Henry tried encouraging him, "Just put ink to paper and let your mind do the rest."

"It's not that, it's just..." Scarfield sighed, "who wants to listen to the prattles of some orphan sailor who lost two ships under his watch?"

Henry turned his neck, startled slightly by this new bit of information.

"You're an orphan?" Henry asked, which was met only by a pause followed by a sigh from Scarfield.

"John, I'm sorry. I didn't know," Henry apologized.

"I didn't expect you to," Scarfield attempted to respond diplomatically. Henry thought about mentioning how his own father had been absent in his life, but decided to drop it.

The two sat in silence for a few moments, before Henry decided to ask another question that had been troubling him for days on end.

"Hey," Henry began, a slight tremor in his voice, "I know this seems like a weird question, but... what exactly did I do back at the jail?"

Scarfield swallowed, and then said, "Frankly, I'm surprised that you don't remember it. My men and I only arrived once the whole thing was over, and there were five dead men lying around you. I don't know how you managed to overpower them, but that wasn't even the strangest thing."

"What was it, then?" Henry asked, his mind still trying to process the new information.

"You were surrounded by the dead, and yet you were on your knees praying for the Lord's forgiveness in Spanish," Scarfield explained, "And once you'd finished, you turned in my direction and said, 'Forgive him,' and then you collapsed."

Henry was taken aback by what he just heard. He had absolutely zero recollection of the events of that day, and now Scarfield was describing actions that he had done in explicit detail. This information confused him as much as it shocked him, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. None of it made any sense. Surely if he had done something like this, he would remember it, right? Wouldn't he know how to control his own-

Something clicked in Henry's mind at that moment. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he realized what this could mean.

"I... don't know how to speak Spanish," Henry admitted to Scarfield. This was true, Henry had never formally learned the language enough to know any more than a few key phrases, so him being able to recite a whole prayer seemed preposterous.

"But you were, I heard you," Scarfield told him, "Sounded like a Catholic prayer, as a matter of fact. You're not a Catholic, are you?"

"No..." Henry said weakly, as the pieces started to fit together more clearly in his mind. And then he started to see the whole picture.

Speaking Spanish. A Catholic prayer. A brutal act of violence. Not being in control of his actions.

Oh my God.

It was no longer theoretical. It wasn't just memories from a past that was not his own in his mind, nor was it the cause of his frequent bad dreams. Henry knew what it was like to not be in control of himself.

Somehow, and he didn't know how, Armando Salazar was alive inside Henry's head. A part of his soul still existed, latching onto Henry after he had briefly possessed the boy's body. His mortal body may have died by Carina's hand, but Henry knew now that a piece of him lived within his very being.

Henry's breathing picked up, terrified by what this all meant. He had that monster inside his head for the past year, seeing through his eyes, lying dormant up until a few days ago. But how and why had he made himself known once again?

Henry thought about it for a moment, and the last thing he remembers from when inside the jail was feeling a surge of rage and pain before he lost control. When he calmed down, he was in control once more.

Salazar must've come out when Henry's body was under physical attack by those men. He took control and dispatched of them to preserve the host. But to what end? Surely, if Salazar desired to be free he would've let those men kill Henry instead of fighting back against them.

But then Henry remembered Scarfield telling him that he had said "Forgive him," before passing out. Henry was trying to figure out what this meant, but then came to a revelation: Salazar had asked Scarfield to forgive Henry for the deaths of those men, not himself. No, he had already prayed to God to forgive himself, but had also made sure that Henry was not the one at blame. Why would he be concerned for Henry's innocence?

Henry knew then and there that he was not responsible for the deaths of those men, so he no longer had that burden on his conscience. However, this new development of El Matador Del Mar living inside his head terrified him, doubly so considering that the man whose back he had up against him now lost his entire crew to Salazar just last year.

"You alright?" Scarfield asked after Henry's delay.

"Yes," Henry quickly lied, "Just... for the life of me, I can't remember any of this."

"Hmm," Scarfield didn't sound convinced as he took a small sip of water from their canteen.

Henry placed a hand to his head. This whole ordeal just became much more complicated.

The Black Pearl was not renowned for its subtlety, at least not during daylight. That's why as it approached the port of Havana, the crew made sure to keep it as far from prying Spanish eyes as possible. As a precaution, the ship's Jolly Roger was replaced with Spanish colours so as to avoid detection.

In the days following their departure from Tortuga, Carina had been in hot pursuit of the Queen Anne's Revenge. If the harbormaster was telling the truth (and she was fairly certain he was), then this Angelica Teach, whoever she was, had likely reached Havana by now. Carina didn't know what she was doing there of all places, nor did she much care, but what did matter to her was the fact she had stolen her father's compass. Without it, she had no hope of finding Athena's Shield, and without the Shield she wouldn't be able to save Gibbs and kill Jones like she wanted.

Whoever this Angelica was, Carina was determined to find her and take back what was rightfully hers. And this time, she would be ready for her.

There was a part of her that told her it would be best to go back to Barbossa and request his aid, if only to help get the Revenge back in the rights hands. But Carina knew where Angelica was going, and she wasn't sure where she'd get another chance like this. Besides, she knew that Gibbs and the others were running out of time, so she couldn't delay any further.

Looking out over the port rail with her spyglass, Carina saw that, unlike Tortuga, Havana looked mostly intact. Sure, a few buildings here and there looked like they were wrecked in the storm from days prior, but overall the integrity of the city appeared sound. Carina saw churches and brightly colored buildings clustered throughout her view, and she had to admit that the architecture looked quite beautiful. A lot of it reminded her of St. Martin back when she was a simple barmaid and aspiring astronomer.

She saw King Ferdinand's subjects wandering the streets, well-dressed in attire that seemed a touch more refined than what she experienced with British settlements. Based on this, Carina knew she would have to enter the city from a less reputable location so as to avoid the attention of the city guards.

Disguising herself would be easy enough. She could knot her hair, tuck it under her hat, and pretend to be a boy, and nobody would be any the wiser and believe her to be nothing more than a common sailor. And even if she couldn't bring the ship to dock, she could take a lifeboat and sneak in that way. The primary concern that Carina had at that moment was the fact that she would stick out like a sore thumb as an Englishwoman in a town full of Spanish; her complexion was too fair already that she would easily be identified as someone who grew up in London. To top it off, despite all of her prowess in learning, she didn't know a single word of Spanish. She supposes if she speaks what little Italian or Portuguese she knows, she can get by, but Carina fears that it won't be enough.

Worse still, she didn't know how she was going to find Angelica given the size of Havana. It might take her hours, maybe even days, before she catches any sign of her. So she had to act quickly and decisively in order to track her down and get the compass back. Until then, she had to maintain as low of a profile as possible.

"They don't appear to take too kindly to pirates here." Mullroy commented, looking at the city through a spyglass of his own. In his view, he saw three skeletons locked inside cages near one of the docks, with a sign next to it that read "PIRATAS, TEN CUIDADO!" ("PIRATES, YE BE WARNED")

"Well, that's not good," Murtogg responded.

"... I didn't think there was another way of looking at this other than 'not good,'" Mullroy replied, a confused expression on his face as he turned to face Murtogg.

"I never thought there was," Murtogg defended himself.

"Then why did you say it when you didn't need to say it?" Mullroy inquired.

"I don't know, I just said it!" Murtogg's voice picked up.

"Ah, shut it, the pair of you," Marty grunted as he passed them by on his way to the bow. The two former Royal Marines then kept their mouths shut.

"Hmm, this dock doesn't appear to be safe," Carina spoke aloud, closing her spyglass, "Too many prying eyes. Let's head for someplace less conspicuous."

"Orders?" another of her crew asked.

Carina thought about it for a moment, and while she knew that at this point they were all safer in numbers, it did present a risk of being caught by the guards if they were to all travel together. Besides, she doesn't think that the crew would be able to spot Angelica as easily as she was pretty sure no one else aside from herself had met her.

"Find a dock that'll allow us to... blend in," Carina told the crew, "Afterwards, I'll go ashore and look for this woman on my own. You lot stay here and watch out for the Pearl."

"How long do you suspect we'll be here for?" Murtogg asked.

"A few days, perhaps," Carina answered, "Three at the most, I reckon."

"I dunno, Captain," Mullroy interjected, "Three days seems like an awfully long time, especially in a hostile port."

"With luck, I shan't be long," Carina told them, who then proceeded to start tying her long hair back so she could hide it.

Cotton, who was at the wheel, turned the ship to port as it continued to slowly veer towards Havana, and soon enough Cotton's parrot began squawking, "RAWK! Drydock! Drydock!"

Carina looked over at the harbor the parrot was referring to, and that's when she saw it. The Queen Anne's Revenge was docked among the lower-class ships, itself having raised the Spanish flag in place of a black one. So Angelica was most definitely here already.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Carina remarked, having finished knotting her hair and tucking it under her hat, "Dock the ship out of the direct line of sight of the Revenge. I'll be going ashore shortly."

With that, she made for the captain's cabin and began to withdraw weapons from her own personal arsenal. She grabbed her sword, two regular-sized pistols, and a small pistol that she was able to tuck inside the right sleeve of her overcoat. As a precautionary measure, she also took four of the grenadoes she acquired in Tortuga and placed them alongside the shot and powder she was bringing with her. Carina was fairly certain there would be no need for high ordinance, but she wasn't taking any more chances with this Spaniard.

After she finished, Carina then closed her overcoat around herself, careful to disguise her womanly features. As if being English in a city full of Spanish wasn't enough, a seafaring woman would attract a lot of unwanted attention, and it probably wouldn't take the authorities too long to discover that she was a pirate too. No doubt that Angelica had taken the same precautions to avoid detection.

Carina stepped out of her cabin, armed and ready, and spoke, "Alright, just stay here and keep out of trouble until I get back. Don't worry."

"With respect, ma'am," Murtogg spoke up, "who's in charge until you get back?"

Carina did a quick glance around the crew, and with a smirk she replied, "You all can work that out for yourselves."

Murtogg and Mullroy glanced at each other as Carina stepped onto the dock, and as their captain made their way into the city of Havana, Mullroy then began rushing towards the ship's wheel saying "Called it!"

"You did not!" Murtogg whined, chasing after him.

Carina rolled her eyes without looking back, and then chuckled. She wonders how on Earth Jack and Barbossa were able to keep their crews intact if they behaved like this on a regular basis.

Henry woke up after his rest on the raft he was occupying, slow to rise so as not to overexert himself. It took a moment for the afternoon sun to leave his vision, and once it did he felt his thirst come back once more.

But the thing that occupied him more than his thirst was the knowledge that Salazar lived inside his head. If he lost control of himself again, he might hurt more people. He couldn't afford to let that happen, to let Salazar to have control of his body anymore than he already had. But at the same moment he was thinking this, he was afraid that Salazar was hearing every one of his thoughts, and how he could use that against him.

Henry couldn't think about him. He had to keep his thoughts elsewhere otherwise he may very well take control once again. Maybe this next watch for ships would allow him to focus on other matters. He supposes he should tell Scarfield to stop watching so he can rest himself, but as Henry is about to grab his attention, he sees him lying back against the raft, his lips pale and cracked, with a faint wheezing rising up through his mouth.

"John?" Henry spoke hoarsely, his own throat dry, "John, wake up."

Henry threw the coat draped over him off, and then started shaking Scarfield's shoulder to stir him to consciousness.

"John!" Henry got onto his knees and continues to try to shake Scarfield awake, but the officer continued to lie on his back as the wheezing of his breath continued.

"Come on, wake up!" Henry frantically spoke, slapping the man's cheeks a few times for good measure, but to no avail.

"John!" Henry begged, but it was no use. Scarfield was at a point of severe dehydration that he couldn't function properly.

Henry then hurriedly searched around for the canteen, and grabbing it, he opened the lid and try to pour it into Scarfield's mouth. However, only a few droplets trickled into his mouth, and Henry's eyes widened in fear. In desperation, he took the canteen and tried pouring water into his own mouth, getting only droplets himself before the thing emptied completely.

They had no more water. They were going to die of thirst out here.

Henry realized that there was no hope for either of them. If a ship didn't make itself known now, then they were both doomed.

Henry looked over from the unconscious Scarfield over to his pistol, which was lying next to him. He picked it up and looked at the pan.

The powder, which was miraculously still there, was now dry. The weapon could now be fired. But there was only one shot, and two of them. Still, Henry had his knife, and so that was still in the equation.

But Henry, despite being at the point of desperation, could not do it. He still clung to the hope that they may yet be rescued, that they need not die and be forgotten. He would not stoop to that low of a level and stain his soul.

At the same time, he felt weaker and weaker with every moment. He scanned the horizon in one final attempt at salvation.

Please, God. If you're there, please save us.

Henry was gazing in the vast distance of ocean, and upon a sudden, he saw something up ahead in the distance. A tiny speck of something he couldn't quite make out. Was his mind playing tricks on him?

But the image soon grew larger, and larger still, and Henry could see what looked like... Could it be...?

It was a ship.

There was a ship in the distance.

Finally, after several days, there was a ship within sight of them.

Henry tried to call out from the top of his lungs, but found himself lacking the strength to open his mouth.

He looked to the pistol in his hand. There was only enough powder for one shot.

He closed his eyes and prayed to God that the ship would hear it.

Slowly, Henry raised the pistol into the air and thumbed back the hammer.

BANG!

The shot rang out like a cannon, a deafening boom among the silent sea.

Henry then began drifting off once more, having spent the last of his energy pulling the trigger. His head fell onto the deck, and he lay alongside Scarfield. The pair of them could do no more. Henry looked towards the horizon at the spec of a ship as his eyes drooped down, leaving him in blackness. They were closed for a moment, but when he reopened them he saw that the ship had come closer. His eyes closed again, and when they opened again the ship had come closer still. Henry managed a weak smile as he saw the ship come into view, and afterwards he lost consciousness completely.

The ship came alongside the two survivors, and from there the ship's captain looked down from the quarter deck towards the unconscious men. He saw the blue coats they were wearing, recognizing that they were officers in the British Royal Navy.

"Vamos, vamos!" the captain barked in Spanish, and quickly the sailors under his command made haste to bring them aboard. They carefully hoisted Scarfield and Henry aboard, taking both the pistol and the knife from them.

"Capitan," a voice addressed him, and the Spanish captain turned to face who was speaking to him.

"Comandante," the captain addressed the man before him. The Comandante in question was a rather handsome man with long hair and darkened skin due to his lifetime of sailing the seas. On his person he wore clothing marking his place within nobility, as well as both a big, round, dark hat which was decorated with gold ostrich feathers and an elegant, fleur-patterned cup hilt rapier at his side. From appearances and title, one could misinterpret his stoic demeanor for arrogance, but if one were to observe closer they could see the hard-won experience in his features.

The Comandante made his way down the staircase to where Scarfield and Henry were lying on the weather deck. With his hands held behind his back, the Comandante looked down upon the dehydrated men and said, "Ensure that these two receive water and medical care immediately."

"At once, Comandante," the captain complied, "Might I ask what will become of them once we reach Havana?"

"Upon our arrival, they will be held as prisoners of war," the Comandante explained, "but until then we are obligated, as gentlemen, to treat our fellow officers with respect.

He then heard violent coughing, and the Comandante turned his head down to see Henry was awake. The boy looked around him, in complete bewilderment of where he was, and then he looked up in the Comandante's face.

The Comandante anticipated a peculiar reaction from these British - after all they had been lost at sea for Lord knows how long. But there was something about the way this boy was looking at him now that made him feel uneasy. Henry was staring carefully into his face, and his face alone, trying to discern the man's features.

"You..." Henry faintly spoke, "I... I know you..."

The Comandante was most perplexed, but before he could inquire into the matter, the boy passed out once again onto the deck. Several sailors rushed alongside them ready to take them below for medical attention, and soon they were carrying both Henry and Scarfield below deck.

Even as they were now out of sight, the Comandante felt most odd. He swears he's never seen that boy in his life, but the way he looked at him, the way he spoke to him, it was like he was staring into his very soul.

"Comandante Salazar," the captain spoke to him, noting the concern on the nobleman's face, "Are you alright?"

"Si, Capitan," he responded, not looking the captain in the eye as he continued with, "Back to stations now."

As the ship resumed its course towards Havana, Anton Salazar could not shake the feeling that something most peculiar was going on. Almost... otherworldly.

The last time he remembers feeling this way is when His Majesty sent him to destroy the Fountain of Youth years ago.

He decided that it would be best to contemplate this matter alone, with the Lord as his guide as He always had been for him.

Carina spent some time wandering through Havana's streets, being careful not to look anyone in the eye as she made her way past merchants, sailors, carriages, horses, and soldiers on patrol. She kept her tricorn snug on top of her head, serving the functions of holding her knotted hair in place and making sure no one could get a clear look at her face. The less attention she drew to herself, the better. Out of anxiety, however, Carina couldn't help but grip the front of her overcoat even though it was already buttoned, fearful she would be discovered.

Just relax, Carina. Keep your head down and you'll be done in no time. Piece of cake.

Carina passed by a large, open market area filled with various merchants selling food and other wares. Nearby were stables containing various horses and burros that were tied off and secure. Weaving her way carefully through the crowd, she couldn't help but notice the stone cathedral nearby. It appeared to still be under construction, with scaffolding and carpenters all around it, but it was of a massive size nonetheless and complimented by two bell towers at either end of it. It was quite beautiful, but Carina remembered that she wasn't here to sightsee.

She kept her eyes peeled, looking for anyone that might be wearing a maroon overcoat or a leather hat, but so far she had no such luck. Perhaps Angelica wasn't in the markets after all, and Carina had to search elsewhere. She doubts that she would be found in one of the richer districts of the city, and there would be no reason for her to take refuge in a church or someplace similar.

Angelica must have come to Havana for a specific reason, Carina surmised. Furthermore, she had taken her father's magic compass, meaning that she knew what it was and how it worked. But for what reason was she here, and how did she even know about the compass in the first place?

Perhaps she was looking to make a trade on the black market, and Angelica would use the compass as something to barter with. Barbossa had taught her that most land-based black market trades were conducted in crowded, noisy taverns rather than back alleys so as not to arouse suspicion. It was then and there that Carina decided to start investigating the local taverns to see what she could find. If she was there, then Carina knew what to expect in regards to attack, but she was confident that she would surprise her before that could happen.

She spent some time afterwards popping into nearby taverns, perusing through the crowds to see if Angelica was among them. She bought a few drinks here and there to blend in with the crowd more. After visiting four of the city's taverns, Carina still had no luck in ascertaining Angelica's whereabouts.

"Where the hell are you?" Carina cursed under her breath. She was growing impatient.

The fifth tavern she came across was an open courtyard. There were several tables filled with burly and drunken sailors, some with women in their laps as they drank, while a couple of musicians in a nearby alcove were playing music that contained a Latin flair to it. In the center of the courtyard was a small "fountain" of sorts that contained a small pool of water. Nearby, Carina saw the bar area with several patrons on stools either drinking or passed out on the wooden bar area. She was about to turn her attention away when she saw something that made her eyes widen in surprise.

One of the patrons had their back turned to her, and she could clearly make out the maroon coat, pheasant plume, and cup-hilt rapier that she had seen only days before. Even if her own features marking her as a woman were hidden, Carina would not soon forget those effects.

"Angelica..." Carina uttered, beyond satisfied she'd found her target, but her temper was beginning to rise at the mere sight of the woman. Moreso when she saw the compass dangling from its string at her side.

She flexed the fingers of her right hand as she slowly approached Angelica, feeling the pistol she had tucked up her sleeve. She had to take great care with her next moves now.

As Carina continued to approach, careful not to draw attention to herself, she was able to overhear bits of the conversation taking place between Angelica and the bartender.

"And you're sure of this?" Angelica asked the man for reassurance.

"Si, señorita," the bartender answered her, "Two nights after tonight."

"When precisely does it begin?" Angelica asked earnestly, but the bartender merely shrugged and said, "Why should I know exactly when? It's not like I'm invited."

"Well, if you won't talk, I know something that might," Angelica replied, and with that she set a gold coin down on the bar. The bartender's eyes lit up in lust towards the gold, and then looked up to speak.

"Seven o'clock is when it starts," the bartender said, "There's a fifteen minute gap before they close off the gates to entry. But even then you need to have an invitation in order to get in."

Carina hesitated for a moment as she took all this in. Gates? Invitations? What was Angelica's game here?

"I'll take care of that part on my own," Angelica answered, "Gracias, señor."

Carina's eyes drifted down to the compass and then back towards Angelica. No way was she going to take the compass without alerting her, so she knew she would have to use the element of surprise.

With a quick motion of her wrist, the small pistol slid out of her coat sleeve and into her palm, and immediately her fingers wrapped themselves around the weapon's handle.

"De nada," the bartender replied to Angelica, "May I get you anything else?"

"Another shot of pulque, por favor," Angelica asked of him, to which the bartender nodded.

Angelica's eyes widened when she felt something jab against her spine and a chill ran down her neck, followed by a voice behind her ear saying, "Better make that two."

The bartender's eyes widened as well, looking away from Angelica and towards Carina instead. Angelica was about to crane her neck back to look at who got the jump on her, but before she could Carina said, "Don't turn around. Any sudden moves and I put a hole through your spine and ruin that lovely corset of yours, savvy?"

Something clicked in Angelica's mind when she spoke, and then she said, "You."

"Thanks for the advice, by the way," Carina taunted, pressing the pistol harder into Angelica's back, "Leading with a gun is a much more effective strategy. Wouldn't you agree?"

Angelica swallowed, and Carina then directed her attention towards the bartender and asked, "Well?"

Hesitantly, the bartender started to lower himself slowly so he could grab the bottle of pulque below him. As he was doing so, his eyes darted to the shotgun that was a little ways left of him under the bar. He knew that if he rushed for it then this woman would likely shoot him where he stood, so he did nothing. Afterwards he poured the pulque into two shot glasses and pushed them towards the two women.

Carina grabbed one of the glasses with her free hand and downed the drink in one gulp before setting the glass back down. Angelica grabbed the glass slowly and was even slower to drink it before setting it down.

"Niña, voy a disfrutar cortándote a cintas-" Angelica started to threaten in a low voice, but she was cut off by Carina who said, through gritted teeth, "Speak. Bloody. English."

"What do you want, then?" Angelica asked, maintaining her composure despite the threat to her right now.

"You've something that belongs to me," Carina informed her, "I've come to take it back. Now, I'd prefer to avoid bloodshed, but make no mistake I could kill you right here, right now, and nobody would be any the wiser."

"As if," Angelica scoffed, "You're just some girl playing at pirate. You know not the affairs that you meddle in. Leave now and you may yet live to see another day."

"Not without that compass," Carina retorted, "You've no right to it."

"Neither do you," Angelica responded, "I know who it truly belongs to, and I can imagine you do too, and that he's most displeased you've stolen it from him."

Carina froze for a moment. This woman knew Jack? More importantly, how did she know him well enough to know about the compass?

"I assure you, I did not steal that compass. Now," Carina thumbed back the hammer of the pistol, "hand it over."

"Kill me, and you'll never find Athena's Shield," Angelica said, "It's here, in Havana."

Carina hesitated once again, but thought better of it.

"You're bluffing," Carina retorted.

"I'll show you myself soon enough," Angelica said with a smirk, gripping the edge of the bar tightly and winking towards the bartender.

Before Carina responded, Angelica raised her leg off the ground and kicked back the stool she was sitting on with sudden swiftness. Angelica's grip on the bar kept her standing, while the stool she had been sitting on flew back into Carina and knocked her backwards towards the courtyard fountain, causing her tricorn to fall off and her hair to become loose.

"Ugh!" Carina grunted as she hit the ground, and when she did she accidentally pulled the trigger of the pistol she was holding and fired its shot with a loud bang. The bullet ricocheted off of the bar wall, causing the patrons there to abandon the bar and duck for cover, and then miraculously found its way to a bottle of tequila a sailor was drinking from, shattering the glass and causing the drink to spill all over the ground.

The sailor then looked to the man next to him, erroneously accusing him in Spanish of breaking his bottle, and then what started as an unnecessary brawl between the two escalated to the whole establishment becoming rife with fists and broken bottles. Except for the musicians who, oddly, chose to kept playing amidst the chaos that suddenly erupted.

Dropping the empty pistol onto the ground, Carina was picking herself and her hat off the ground when she saw Angelica vault herself behind the bar. She wondered why she hadn't taken off amidst the confusion when suddenly Angelica opened her coat and drew a pistol of her own.

"Not good," Carina gulped, and quickly she rolled out of the way as Angelica pulled her trigger, the shot missing her and instead striking the fountain and causing the water to splash.

Carina then got up and quickly took cover behind one of the courtyard's columns before opening her own coat and drawing another one of her pistols.

"You should have run when you had the chance, chica!" Angelica's voice called out to her from behind the bar.

"I should've killed you when I had the chance," Carina retorted, "but that can still be rectified!"

"Likewise!" Angelica responded, finishing reloading her pistol. She looked to her left to see the bartender crouched behind the bar, and he looked to be reaching for the shotgun he had under the bar. Before he could grab it, Angelica gripped it by the butt and pulled it out, saying, "Much obliged, mi amigo."

The bartender looked frightened before Angelica tossed him an additional two gold coins, whereupon he took off running outside the establishment.

Shotgun in hand, she was prepared to take aim towards Carina when Carina peaked out from behind the column and fired her pistol, the bullet striking a bottle of alcohol on one of the shelves when Angelica ducked. Before Carina could draw her second pistol, Angelica popped back up with the shotgun and fired the powerful weapon into the column, tearing right through the wood and nearly hitting Carina.

Carina then dove from cover, rolling through the shallow fountain before Angelica could fire again, firing her other pistol shot which once again missed its target in favor of a bottle. Angelica fired the shotgun a second time, causing a greater splash in the fountain but failing to hit Carina once again.

Frustrated, Angelica tossed the now-empty weapon aside and drew her pistol out towards the column Carina was standing behind.

"Come out, chica! You're only making this harder for yourself!" Angelica shouted.

Looking at the empty pistols in her grip, Carina knew she couldn't keep this up. She had no doubt that the city guards had heard the gunshots by now and were well on their way. She needed to resolve this now.

Then she smirked, realizing that she had an edge.

Holstering one of her pistols, Carina pulled out one of the grenadoes she had brought along and looked at it carefully. There was a fuse atop that, when ignited, would cause the thing to explode in five seconds.

"Here goes nothing," she spoke to herself. It was risky and dangerous, but what other choice did she have?

She held the grenado up to her pistol's pan and let the flintpiece drop down against the steel, causing a spark which then lit the fuse of the explosive. Seeing that the bar itself was occupied by Angelica alone, Carina then tossed the grenado out from behind cover and it landed next to Angelica behind the bar.

Angelica looked down at the small metal casing and saw the lit fuse, whereupon her eyes widened and she called out, "MIERDA!"

Without hesitation she threw herself over the bar and started running, but by then, the grenado exploded, destroying the bar and reducing it to little more than splintered wood and glass. The explosion had lit up the bottles of alcohol on the shelf, causing a fire to start on top of the debris. The concussive force sent Angelica tumbling to the ground, causing her own hat to fall off and her hair to fall down onto her shoulders.

Quickly, a dazed Angelica began to pick herself off when she was greeted with the sight of Carina reloading her pistols while remaining behind the column. With no hesitation, Angelica fired off her pistol shot which Carina narrowly avoided by maneuvering around the column. Afterwards, Angelica quickly scurried from up off the ground, grabbing her hat and shouting "Una viruela en ti!" as she ran out of the courtyard.

Carina, having finished reloading, stepped out from behind the column to find Angelica had run off. Quickly, she holstered her weapons and began to give chase, desperately hoping she hadn't gone too far. Carina rushed out of the courtyard and onto the street where she was greeted with the sight of curious onlookers to the scuffle that had just occurred in the tavern, meanwhile the crowded streets made it almost impossible for Carina to see where Angelica was going.

She looked quickly from right to left, and then saw Angelica running through the crowds in an attempt to get away.

"Oh no you don't!" Carina shouted out, and proceeded to give chase. No way she was letting her slip through her fingers a second time, especially when she had her father's compass.

Carina was pushing her way through Spaniard after Spaniard, racing against time to catch up to Angelica. Angelica looked over her shoulder to see Carina was giving chase, and she knew that she had to shake the girl off of her tail.

After a fair bit of running through the streets, Angelica came to a halt when she saw a patrol of guards coming up the street, rifles in arm. No doubt they were investigating the commotion at the tavern and were bound to start asking questions. She looked to her right and saw an alleyway with laundry lines suspended overhead, and saw this as her chance to lose both the guards and Carina.

Carina saw her take off sharply to the right, and saw her duck into the alley. She quickly made her way through the crowd to the alley's entrance to see Angelica was well ahead of her already.

Angelica was making for the other end of the alley as fast as possible, unimpeded due to the lack of crowds. The beggars at the side held their hands out to no avail as Angelica passed by, and as Carina began to come up behind her they did the same to no avail.

Angelica looked over her shoulder to see Carina was still in pursuit, a determined look in her eyes. She knew she had to do something to throw her off. Looking ahead to her left, she saw that there was a ladder in place that led to the rooftops. Perhaps she could lose her there.

She made it to the ladder and began to climb up. Soon after, Carina reached the ladder and began to climb up as well, determined not to let her out of her sight. Angelica climbed the ladder, but Carina drew nearer still. The girl was nearly at her heels when Angelica decided it was time to play dirty, and then kicked her in the face, which caused her to lose her grip on the ladder and start falling.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Carina screamed, but she was able to save herself at the last minute by grabbing hold of one of the laundry lines nearby. Seeing this, Angelica looked at her, completely perplexed.

"Perhaps I underestimated your resourcefulness," Angelica told her, and with that she drew out her rapier and cut the end of the laundry line with a simple slash.

Carina screamed once again as the laundry line dropped from one end, but she held tight to the line even as she was falling. An assortment of wet garments smacked against her, but Carina did not lose her grip. Eventually, the line straightened itself out about halfway up off the ground, and acting quickly Carina was able to use her feet to keep her from slamming against the side of the building.

While all this was happening, Angelica had made her way to the top of the building and kicked the ladder down to the ground. However, after having done this, Angelica saw Carina tear the wet laundry off of herself and begin scaling the wall, her grip still tight on the one end of the laundry line. Angelica just stood there on the rooftop, incredulous to what she was witnessing.

Just who exactly was this girl?

Carina had finished scaling the building and clambered onto the rooftop, taking deep breaths to relieve her present exhaustion. Picking herself off, she looked over the edge of the rooftop to see Angelica standing on the roof adjacent. The Spanish woman's jaw hung open at the English woman's resilience.

Carina was wondering how she could pursue her next when she looked to her right and saw that the two rooftops were connected by a small bit of scaffolding. Angelica's eyes darted there as well, and in that moment was wondering why she hadn't taken off sooner.

In another moment, Angelica took off running again, and Carina began to make chase once more.

"Get back here, you Spanish harlot!" Carina shouted at her as she crossed the scaffolding. Meanwhile, Angelica had jumped off of the rooftop she was on and landed on an adjacent one beneath her, rolling so as to break the fall on her legs. Carina soon came across this gap and jumped it herself, performing the same roll that her target just did. Angelica saw that the distance between them was closed, so she had no choice but to defend herself now.

Angelica drew her rapier, and upon seeing this Carina pulled out her cutlass, and the two women began to duel once more. Carina was pressing much of her energy into her attacks, wanting to see this matter done and over with already. Angelica, however, saw this and took a defensive stance, hoping to weaken her opponent so she could escape easier. Carina brought her sword down upon Angelica, who deflected it and flourished her blade a bit before knocking her back with the cup of her hilt. Carina stumbled for a moment, and Angelica saw this as her opportunity to make her escape.

Angelica jumped over to the nearby rooftop, Carina following close behind. This continued on for a while before the rooftops shifted from flat to tiled, and when Angelica leapt onto one of these she nearly lost her balance when a tile became loosened under the pressure of her boots. Carina had similar trouble when she jumped on and almost slid off the roof. The two women resumed swordfighting for a brief moment before Carina stepped on a bad tile and she lost her balance completely. Angelica took advantage of this distraction to run off, but saw there were no more rooftops in her path. She quickly glanced around looking for some sort of escape route, and then saw the cathedral to her left with the scaffolding on the edge.

Carina had slid off the roof and grabbed the edge with one hand while holding onto her sword with the other, drawing gasps from the people in the streets below. She looked up to see where Angelica was, and when she did she saw her leap off of the rooftop, soar through the air for a moment, and grasp onto the cathedral's scaffolding at the last second. As Carina was observing all of this, she thought two could play at that game. Without climbing back onto the rooftop, Carina launched herself off of the side of the building and ended up grabbing hold of the edge of the scaffold just beneath Angelica.

Once Angelica caught sight of Carina, she began racing her way up the many platforms of the scaffolding, with Carina continuing to chase after. Angelica began pushing the carpenters out of her way and threw one of them down to block Carina's pursuit, but the girl simply hopped over the man and continued onward towards the cathedral roof. Angelica ran out of scaffolding and leapt onto the roof, and looked behind her to see that Carina had done the same.

They engaged each other in combat again, Carina having corrected her mistake about going on the offensive so soon. She allowed Angelica to press the advantage briefly before counterattacking and forcing her back. Angelica had to jump back from a forward lunge from Carina, but at the moment her boots landed on the church roof again, the tile beneath her collapsed and this time Angelica was the one to fall through, screaming.

Carina blinked in confusion, and looked down the hole in the roof to see what became of Angelica.

Angelica groaned as she sat up, brushing pieces of wooden debris that had landed on her off. As she took a moment to observe her surroundings, she noticed wood paneling all around her, but looking to her right she saw the face of an old man, skin pale with shock and eyes widened in surprise, through the wooden grate separating the two of them.

She had landed in a confessional. Oh great.

"Do you have anything that you wish to confess, my child?" the priest spoke, a tremor in his voice.

Angelica peered closer to the grate and then, in a low voice, asked, "How long do you have?"

Before the priest could respond, Angelica looked upward and saw Carina looking down at her.

"Perhaps another time, Padre," Angelica told the priest, and with that she rushed out of the confessional. Carina soon after jumped down through the hole Angelica had fallen through and landed in the confessional next.

She shared a bewildered look with the priest, the latter of which blinked at this insanity.

"Do you wish to confess anything?" the priest asked her, perhaps a little more hesitantly.

"I confess that I'm an Anglican, a scientist, and a pirate, but certainly not a damn witch," Carina stated bluntly, "Where'd the other woman go?"

The priest raised a finger and pointed to his right.

Carina tossed a Spanish dollar to him through the grate, and said, "Go buy yourself a nice Bible or something."

Without another word, Carina dashed out of the confessional and saw Angelica running out of the church doors. Carina followed close behind and onto the street, but the pair of them came to a halt when they saw Spanish soldiers in green coats rushing towards the front of church, armed with muskets and swords. They were flanked by other soldiers on horseback.

So much for subtlety. Though of course, Carina should've realized that you were bound to attract some attention with gunshots, swordfighting on rooftops, and explosives.

Angelica saw Carina standing alongside her, transfixed on the approaching Spanish, and she took this opportunity to push Carina to the ground so she could escape.

"Ugh!" Carina grunted, and when she looked up to see where Angelica had went, she saw she had jumped onto a passing four-horse carriage, knocked the driver off, and took the reins for herself. Carina then looked back towards the Spanish who were getting closer.

"Not good, not good, not good, not good, not good!" she panicked as she quickly picked herself off and began running away from the Spanish.

In an act of desperation she ran towards the nearby stables. Using her sword, she cut free one of the horses already saddled, a white Arabian from the looks of it, and started to mount it.

The Spanish soldiers drew closer to the stables, but by the time they had gotten there, Carina had mounted the horse and grabbed hold of the reins.

"Hyah!" she called out, causing the horse to whinny and start galloping forward. The horse began picking up speed, and the soldiers then began diving out of the way to avoid being trampled. Carina then flew out of the stables at high speed, causing the crowds to disperse as she came through on the powerful beast.

Carina smiled, thinking to herself that now she'd catch up with Angelica in no time. But the smile then fell from Carina's face when she remembered something rather important.

She had ridden a horse before, when she visited her Uncle Cutler.

Once before.

When she was twelve.

And she remembers getting bucked off into a pile of mud after three minutes.

Afterwards her mother had forbidden her to go near the things ever again.

"Maybe I should've thought this through," Carina spoke to herself.

Carina's feelings of instant regret were cut short by the sounds of gunfire, and she peered over her shoulder to see that the soldiers on horses were now trying to catch up with her, firing pistols in her direction. The horse seemed to whinny in fear and then began to twist and turn in different directions.

"Woah, horsie! Calm down, boy! Or girl. Whatever you are," Carina said in her feeble attempts to calm the horse, but the Arabian didn't seem to listen as it started zigzagging through the streets, causing no shortage of panic among the citizens crowding its streets that had to dive away in fear.

"I am so, so, so terribly sorry, everyone!" Carina apologized, but then realized that they probably didn't understand English anyway, so her words were wasted.

Angelica heard the gunshots and turned around to look at her pursuers, but she then saw Carina on the white horse, seemingly out of control but still on her tail.

"What in the name of...?" Angelica muttered to herself, astounded by this girl's determination. She then drew her pistol and aimed it backwards, attempting to shoot Carina right off the horse. However, due to the horse being out of control and swerving, the shot missed its intended target, but did cause the horse to be spooked even further and started bucking.

"Good horsie! Good horsie! Good horsie!" Carina called out, trying to get the beast back under her control, but soon the horse was becoming so violent that it ended up bucking Carina off of the saddle. Her grip on the reins slipped, and she fell down the horse's right side. She grabbed hold of the saddle's horn, and her boots began dragging on the dirt road below her as the horse galloped onward.

"Bad horsie! Bad horsie! BAD HORSIE!" Carina yelled at the horse. She looked back and saw the Spanish were prepared to fire at her again, and she knew she had to fight back. With her right hand tight on the saddle horn, Carina drew one of her pistols with her left hand while hanging off the side of the horse, and took careful aim at the targets before her. But in a flash, she saw a stationary wagon full of barrels to her right, and the back of which was perpendicular to the street they were riding down.

Adjusting her aim from the riders to the wagon, she shot the mechanism holding the door to the wagon in place, and all at once several heavy barrel began tumbling out of the wagon and onto the street. The panicking Spanish soldiers had to swerve their mounts to avoid being crushed by the barrels, providing Carina with an opportunity to outdistance them and catch up with Angelica. This chase had gone on long enough.

Mustering her strength, Carina remounted the horse, and pulled on the reins hard to get the creature back under her control. She cracked the reins and sped up, careful to weave and bob her way around the crowd until she edged closer to Angelica's carriage. She drew her other pistol as she neared her and took aim, but just as she was about to fire the shot, Angelica's carriage took a hard left, causing Carina to miss her shot. She swore under her breath as Angelica looked back at her, and after holstering her pistol she drew her sword once more.

Angelica cracked the reins of the carriage in an attempt to outpace Carina, but the girl was drawing too close. Eventually, she came up alongside the carriage and started swinging her cutlass at her, forcing Angelica to draw her rapier to defend herself. Angelica then directed her blade away from Carina and towards the leg of the horse, causing it to whinny in pain and Carina to lose control once more. Carina decided this stratagem was getting her nowhere, so when a carriage moving in the opposite direction came up alongside Angelica's carriage, she leapt off the horse and through the carriage's open window.

Carina was now facing a bemused older couple that began bombarding her with questions in Spanish she couldn't understand. Shaking her head, she clambered to the top of the carriage and sat next to the driver and said, "I'll give you five dollars right now if you piss off."

She placed the money in the man's hand, and without hesitation he jumped off and let Carina take control of the carriage. She then swerved hard to the left to turn the carriage around, leading the couple within the carriage to start shouting in anger as they were tossed and tumbled.

Carina was back on course and raced with her own team of horses towards Angelica, and without giving herself away she rammed her carriage into the left side of Angelica's. This caused the couple in the carriage to decide that jumping out was the best idea, and the equipment keeping the horses tied to each carriage became locked together, linking the carriages themselves.

Angelica recovered from the jolting sensation of being rammed to see Carina stand up from the driver's seat and raise her cutlass.

"What is with you?" Angelica sounded more annoyed than angry, and she stood up and drew her rapier.

The carriages continued barreling down the street, meanwhile the citizens of Havana bore witness to the spectacle of Carina and Angelica's swordfight on top of the carriages. The fight itself was brief but furious, and ended only once the strain of the linked carriages caused the horses to break free of them. Now the horseless carriages were moving forward ever closer towards the front of the cathedral where this all started.

Recognizing that the carriages were going to crash, both Carina and Angelica leapt off the back of the carriages and tumbled onto the dirt road. Meanwhile the carriages crashed through the doors of the cathedral, and even managed to smash through the pews before coming to a complete stop in front of the altar. The priest that had been in the confessional came out, took one good look around him, and then collapsed from shock.

Angelica grunted, and saw that her sword was lying some distance away from her. Before she could grab it, a black boot kicked it away from her, and the next thing she saw was the sight of a glistening steel blade move across her face.

"AGH!" Angelica cried out as Carina cut her across her left cheek, and in this moment of pain Carina pulled the compass from her opponent's belt and held it in hand.

"Finally..." Carina said with great relish, as Angelica placed a hand to her cut cheek. The chase was over, Angelica was defeated, and she had gotten her father's compass back.

"So, do I still have much left to learn then? Or are you prepared to go another round?" Carina gloated to the fallen Spanish woman, pointing her sword down at her. Angelica looked up at Carina with a mixture of anger and humiliation.

Carina was expecting Angelica to respond with a series of angry retorts, but instead the woman looked at her blade, then back up at her, and said a single word:

"Barbossa."

Carina's sense of victory was replaced by a bit of confusion.

"I'm sorry, what?" Carina asked.

"Barbossa… your technique... you were taught by Barbossa," Angelica said in a somber tone, removing her hand from her face so she could prop herself up to face Carina properly.

"How do you know Barbossa?" Carina asked.

"Because Barbossa was the one who killed my father! You come to finish his work?" Angelica asked, and then certain things started to make sense to her.

Her name was Teach. She had commandeered the Queen Anne's Revenge from Scrum, and before then the ship belonged to Barbossa, and before him, it belonged to-

"Blackbeard," Carina said in a moment of realization. Angelica here was the daughter of the infamous pirate, Edward Teach, otherwise known as Blackbeard.

Carina was wondering what she was going to ask her next, when upon a sudden, she sees something most peculiar happen right before her eyes.

The long cut that she had made along Angelica's left cheek had been bleeding not but moments ago. But now, Carina looked closely and saw the skin had begun to heal itself instantaneously. In another moment, all that remained of the grievous injury she had done her was a few specks of blood on her face.

"What the f-"

"Suelta tus armas! AHORA!" a booming voice sounded. Carina and Angelica looked around the area to see they were surrounded by two dozen Spanish soldiers, all of them holding muskets.

Carina raised her arms slowly in the air, and dropped her cutlass onto the ground. She should've fled back for the docks while she had the chance.

"Nice going, idiota," Angelica spat at Carina, raising her hands alongside her as she got to her feet. The soldiers then came forward, confiscated all of their weapons, and placed their arms in chains.

"Look at the bright side, chica," Angelica said as they were being escorted away, "At least now, if you hang, you won't have to do it alone."

Carina said no words further, but mentally reprimanded herself for being so stupid. Now she was detained by the Spanish, and Davy Jones was still out there. Carina knew if she had any hope of getting out of this one, she had to think of something fast.

Henry awoke gasping for breath, but found himself not enduring the same level of overwhelming thirst he had felt before. For once, he was not greeted with the sight of the sun in his face as he had many other days, but instead saw what looked like was the interior of a ship. He sat up slowly, and when he did, he saw Scarfield sitting upward across from him, fully conscious and very much alive.

"John-" he started to speak excitedly, but Scarfield quickly raised a finger to his lips telling him to be silent. He then pointed to his left, and Henry looked right to see that, once again, he was in the brig of a ship. Only this time, Scarfield was in the cell with him, and the guards were wearing Spanish uniforms.

"What's going on? I thought we were rescued," Henry asked.

"We were rescued, but now we're in the custody of the Spanish Royal Navy as prisoners of war," Scarfield elaborated.

Henry raised an eyebrow in confusion. Prisoners of war? That didn't make any sense.

"I don't understand," Henry said, "I thought England was at war with France, not Spain."

"Officially speaking, a state of war exists between England and France," Scarfield began, "Unofficially speaking, King Ferdinand signed a treaty with King Louis to regard any British military vessels and personnel as an accessory to war, especially in the Caribbean. Right now, we're inbound to Havana, though I imagine that a prisoner exchange will be held soon enough for officers."

Henry blinked, "What do you mean, 'officers?' I'm not in your navy any longer."

"That may be, but they saw you wearing that coat alongside me when they found us," Scarfield said, and Henry looked down at the blue officer's jacket he was wearing, "So as far as they are concerned, I am Commodore Scarfield and you are Lieutenant Commander Maddox, and you stick to that story and tell them nothing else. Otherwise they might find cause to hang the both of us."

"Oh, great," Henry muttered. Now he had this to deal with too. At least now he wasn't going to die of thirst, but his immediate prospects didn't look any more promising.

The ship suddenly came to a halt, and then the ship's captain came down, and said, "Bring the prisoners up on deck. The Comandante wishes to escort them personally."

The captain had both Henry and Scarfield brought up to the deck, whereupon they were greeted by the Comandante.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Havana," he said, "I am the military comandante of this city, and rest assured that your needs will be attended to while you are here. As officers, we will show you every courtesy afforded according to the rules of war."

Henry remembers seeing the Comandante briefly before he passed out. He had never seen the man in his life, but one look on his face and it appeared to Henry like he somehow had known the man for a lifetime. If nothing else, based on his demeanor, he could tell that this man was a man of honor. But where exactly had he seen him before?

Henry had no answers. All he knows is that after the Spaniard had finished speaking, sacks were placed over his and Scarfield's heads as they were escorted into Havana, unaware of what lay ahead of them.

A/N: Hello there! It's been a while, I know. You'd be surprise how, even in quarantine, time manages to escape one's grasp. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this super long chapter (the longest in this story yet) and hope it provided all the classic thrills, twists, supernatural surprises, and sense of fun you'd expect from a swashbuckling tale about pirates. I've been looking forward to writing this chapter for a very long time, and now I have it good and ready for your enjoyment.

A lot of stuff happens in this chapter, many bits of it continuing off of threads first introduced in On Stranger Tides, but in summation Carina, Henry, Angelica, and Scarfield are now in Havana at the clutches of the Spanish, as an old yet new friend makes his return to the series. Next time we will see more paths cross as both sides of this conflict converge on the Cuban capital, and you won't want to miss what comes next!

Hope you all enjoyed, and as always if you have any questions feel free to review or PM me and I will get back to you as soon as I can.

Stay healthy and stay classy!

-Spent