Title - A test of time. (Sequal to Faded Memories)

Chapter title - Haggard old women

Author - Billiebumface (B)

Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Tora Black, the plot and any characters not recognized from the films are entirely mine.

A/n - Finally got round to doing the sequel to Faded Memories. The title may change soon, I'm not sure. If anybody has any suggestions for a title, please let me know. Thanks.x

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The scorching Jamaican sun beat down onto the heads of those who dared to brave it's rays. A man reaches up a tanned, heavily jeweled hand to remove a worn leather tri-cone from his head, revealing an old red bandanna. Laughter lines appear around his dark Kohl lined eyes as he squints up at the midday sun, thankful he'd left his coat in his rented room. He moves his gaze to the ocean, longing to get away from the land-lubbers he'd been surrounded with for nine days straight. Turning to look through the window of the shop behind him, he began to tap his foot impatiently.
Inside was a pale skinned, red headed woman who was bartering for a lower price on a new cutlass. Her cheeks were red from both the heat and her anger at the stubborn shop assistant. Rolling her eyes she turned her back on the short, chubby man and unbuttoned to first three buttons of her blouse. She turned back to face him, leaning forward onto the counter. She looked up at the lustful assistant through her eyelashes and repeated her offer. This time he accepted without a fuss. The woman re buttoned her shirt, took her new blade and left with a satisfied smirk.
The bandanna wearing man heaved a sigh of relief when the red head appeared.

"Took you long enough, love."
"Bloody men." She muttered, placing the cutlass into it's holder. "Stubborn as a mule until you flash a bit of cleavage. Perverts."
"Ah, Tora love. I'm offended." The man slung his arm around her shoulders as they walked through the busy streets. "And besides, it's not like woman aren't the same."
Tora narrowed her emerald eyes."Not true."
"Yes it it."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is!"
"Isn't."
"IS!"
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is and you know it!"
"Oh shut up Jack! Or else I shall never accompany you to bed again."
Jack sparrow leant forward to whisper in her ear. "You and I both know that you enjoy it just as much as I do."
Tora tried to come up with a good response but instead decided to ignore him. Much to Jack's amusement.

"Jack Sparrow?" A haggard old woman with a crooked back and grey hair hanging in her face hobbled over to the bickering couple.
"Captain...Who's askin?" Corrected Jack.
"My name is Baba Fantauzzo. Jack, Tora, you must help your friends for the greater good."
"OK. One, how do you know who we are? Two, which friends? And three, what greater good?" Tora grew suspicious very easily.
"Will and Elizabeth Turner." The woman beckoned for the couple to follow her into an old looking shack, similar to that of Tia Dalma's. Once inside they sat around a wooden table and Tora noticed the woman's left eye was pure white.

"Will is captain of the Dutchman, ferrying souls to the other side. If Elizabeth is not careful it will be her soul he finds."
Tora's attention was caught. She may not have seen Elizabeth in a very long time but she missed her dearly. She was like the sister she didn't have. "What's she done?" She asked stiffly.
"Nothing yet. Someone is after Will's heart and will not back down from a fight. Even when the odds are against her."
"What about Will junior? He has to be..what..fourteen now?" Suggested Jack placing a comforting hand on Tora's shoulder. The last thin he wanted was to visit the Turners who talked about nothing but love, marriage and family's.
"He is. He still lives with his mother, from whom he inherited his stubborn-ness."
"And what exactly are we supposed to do?"
"Go to Hawaii. Find Paru cave, inside will be an elder who will give you a test. If you pass you'll receive a bottle of curcaw. Take it to Will, along with his heart. Place the heart on his chest and have him drink the curcaw. No longer will he be tied to the Dutchman." The old woman smiled, revealing only four teeth in her rotten gums.
"You make it sound so simple." Remarked Tora sarcastically.
"But there has to be someone to ferry the souls." Said Jack.
"Thats the catch. You need to find him a replacement who will have to pour the curcaw into Will's mouth. You need to be quick. I'd say you have until November before Elizabeth and the heart are found."
Jack pouted. "What happened if 'they' get the heart?"
"They kill the Turners. Consequently no souls will ever reach the other side." The woman stood and headed to the door. "Good luck Mr and Mrs Sparrow."
"Oh, no we're not married." Informed Jack and Tora in unison but it was too late. Baba had one.

"Why is it always up to me to help those two whelps?"

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A/n - I don't know if 'Paru cave' is real. Same with the word Curcaw. Leave a review, let me know if you enjoyed.