Hey-O, everyone! I managed to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean at last! I promised I would bring back the adventures of Barbossa and Joanna! Please review and enjoy!

Joanna and Barbossa panted, breathing hard as they laid in bed together. The married couple couldn't be more happy. They had celebrated their eldest son's 21st birthday. The following day would be their 21st anniversary, as well.

"Oh, Hector", Joanna panted. "I love you so much."

The aging woman wrapped her arm around her husband's waist as she laid her head on his chest. She was so happy to have a husband like Barbossa. They had been through so much together.

"And I love you, Joanna", Barbossa uttered in her ear.

Needless to say, Barbossa was very happy. He had a loving wife who adored him, as well as three children who looked up to him, a hero in their eyes. Barbossa sat up as Joanna crawled out of bed. She wrapped a robe around her body. She had just turned 50 a few weeks ago, and her age was beginning to show. A few wrinkles lined around her face. Grey streaks highlighted her long dark hair. None of that matter to Barbossa. Joanna was still beautiful in his eyes.

"I'm going to go check on the children", she said.

Joanna opened the door, stepping out on the the deck of the Queen Anne's Revenge, the ship they had called home since defeating Blackbeard. The ship creaked at it sat anchored. All was quiet.

"Mother?"

Joanna looked around, recognizing the voice of her son.

"Joseph?" she called.

She looked around to see the few crew members on deck asleep in various places, laying in all the gold and treasure they had collected over the years. Not one of those men were her son.

"Mother, up here", Joseph called.

Joanna raised her gaze up toward the mast and nearly had a heart attack at the sight that greeted her. Swinging on one of the ropes of the Revenge was a young man. He had long, shoulder-length copper colored hair. His striking green eyes looked down at the woman on the deck.

"Joseph Hector Barbossa, you get down here right now!" Joanna yelled.

With great ease, Joseph slid down the rope, landing perfectly on his feet. Over the years he had grown as tall as his father. He had also grown as wild as his mother in her prime. Joanna shook her head, looking at her oldest son.

"Joseph, how many times must your father and I tell you not to swing from the ropes?" she asked. "With all these ropes, you could strangle yourself. I don't want my baby to get hurt."

"Mother", Joseph said annoyed. "I'm 21 years old! Hardly a baby anymore."

"But, you're still my son. You know I'm only trying to protect you."

Joanna touched his cheek softly before heading below deck. Most of the crew laid in their hammocks sleeping. Joanna went to the back, smiling when she saw her two youngest children sound asleep. Christopher and Arlene had turned 12 years old recently and were the joy of Joanna and Barbossa's lives. They were spoiled rotten with all the treasures they had taken and it showed. Arlene slept with a pearl necklace in her hands. Christopher had a gold crown in his hands.

"Mother loves you both", Joanna whispered softly.

She kissed the twins goodnight before going back to the cabin. Barbossa laid in bed, waiting for her. The 21 years they had been married, their love had only gotten strong. Joanna smiled as she pulled her robe off and joined her husband in bed. Barbossa kissed the top of her head and smiled as he closed his eyes. Joanna rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, joining him in a sweet slumber.