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Pearl of the Sea Chapter Eighteen

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Eighteen: Meeting Sao Feng

Summary: (Y/N) and their friends need a map to Davy Jones's locker, and that means venturing to Singapore.

Two months later…

(Y/N) sat behind Elizabeth as she punted them downstream in the waters around Singapore. The song had recently reached the pirates, and the pair sang it quietly. (Y/N) sang it for all the people who had lost their lives as the East India Trading Company’s reign of terror began.

“Some have died, and some are alive,” they hummed quietly. “Others sail on the sea. With the keys to the cage, and the devil to pay, we lay to the Fiddler’s Green. The bell has been raised from its watery grave. Hear its sepulchral tone.”

(Y/N) watched as British soldiers stalked across bridges in search of more innocent lives to destroy. They caught pirates daily, yet they were the ones colonizing, pillaging, thieving.

“A call to all, pay heed to the squall, turn your sails to home. Yo ho,” sang (Y/N). “Haul together. Hoist the colors high.”

Elizabeth stopped the longboat and tied it.

“Heave-ho.”

They stepped out.

“Thieve—”

“Thief and beggar,” said the guard of the secret entrance to Soa Feng’s pirate lair.

Sao Fang was the leader of the Singaporean pirates and the latest person they needed to contact in order to have a way to reach World’s End, the Black Pearl, and Jack.

“Never shall we die,” finished the guard. “A dangerous song to be singing for any who are ignorant of its meaning. Particularly a woman and a child.” He smirked. “Particularly when they’re alone.”

“What makes you think they’re alone?” Barbossa walked down to the canal.

“You protect them?” snapped the guard.

(Y/N) grabbed one guard, and Elizabeth grabbed another. They lifted knives to their throats.

“We don’t need protecting,” said (Y/N).

Barbossa grinned. After returning to life, he had worked with the crew of the Pearl to find it again. He had found that Elizabeth was a formidable pirate (especially after she threatened him with a sword to cut his throat if he tried to touch her, Will, or (Y/N) again). He had also discovered that (Y/N) was as dangerous as they had seemed fighting alongside Jack. In fact, he had become a little fond of (Y/N) (if only to hopefully piss of Jack a bit that his protégé could also be taught by Barbossa). All in all, he was enjoying the expert crew of the Black Pearl.

“Your master’s expecting us,” said Barbossa. “And an unexpected death’d cast a slight pall on our meeting.”

All the pirates looked at each other and hesitantly lowered their weapons warily.

“Pick those feet up!” said a British soldier. “Eyes front.”

The pirates retreated to the edge of the canal to avoid being spotted. Sao Feng’s guards led the way to the grate and into the underground tunnels of Singapore.

“Have you heard anything from Will?” asked Elizabeth.

“I trust young Turner to acquire the charts and you to remember your place in the presence of Captain Sao Feng,” warned Barbossa.

“What’s he like?” asked (Y/N), not promising anything.

“He’s much like myself, but absent my merciful nature and sense of fair play,” said Barbossa.

Wonderful, thought (Y/N).

The guards walked up to a lock door and spoke a password. It was unlocked and opened to reveal a new passageway. Several guards held out their hands, and Barbossa began handing over his weapons. (Y/N) grumbled but handed over their sword, pistol, and daggers. Elizabeth, on the other hand, somehow procured over a dozen weapons from her person, hidden in places no one would think of except for her (even some unsavory places).

Finally, though, they were let into Sao Feng’s chambers. It was a sauna full of pirates being served by women with drinks and drugs. The heavy smoke of opium hung in the air, and (Y/N) wrinkled their nose.

Sao Feng himself stood on a dais, clad in leather armor with ornate embellishments. A large scar extended across his face, and he looked down his nose at the group. While Barbossa enjoyed the riches and glory of captaining and Jack adored the very act of being on the sea, it was clear Sao Feng loved the power he commanded in a room.

Barbossa bowed to appease his ego. He gestured to Elizabeth and (Y/N). Elizabeth bowed, and (Y/N) suppressed a roll of their eyes before bowing. Their skin itched. For two months now, every time they had to do something they didn’t wish to or had to obey another’s wishes that went against their own, the itch returned. The restless energy was deep in their body, in their heart.

“Captain Barbossa, welcome to Singapore,” said Sao Feng. He glanced at his servant. “More steam.” Water vapor pumped into the air. “I understand that you have a request to make of me.”

“More of a proposal to put to ye,” said Barbossa. “I’ve a venture underway, and I find myself in want of a ship and a crew.”

“Hm. It’s an odd coincidence,” remarked Sao Feng. His tone, however, suggested he knew more than he had so far revealed.

“Because you happen to have a ship and a crew you don’t need?” said Elizabeth, raising a brow.

“No,” said Sao Feng. “Because earlier this day, not far from here, a thief broke into my most revered uncle’s temple and tried to make off with these.” He picked up a roll of maps. “The navigational charts. The route to the Farthest Gate.”

Elizabeth, Barbossa, and (Y/N) exchanged looks. Those were what Will had been searching for.

Sao Feng threw the charts to a guard. “Wouldn’t it be amazing if this venture of yours took you to the world beyond this one?”

“It would strain credulity at that,” said Barbossa.

(Y/N) nearly rolled their eyes, and they glanced warily around.

Sao Feng nodded to a pair of guards by a steam bath. They raised a log to reveal arms tied to it. Will gasped for air as he was raised from the scalding water.

“This is the thief,” said Sao Feng casually. “Is his face familiar to you?”

All three shook their heads “no.”

“Then I guess he has no further need for it,” said Sao Feng, rearing back to stab Will.

“No, no,” gasped Elizabeth, unable to stop herself.

Sao Feng stopped and turned around slowly. He had trapped them in their lie. “You come into my city, and you betray my hospitality.

Barbossa stood straight. “I assure you I had no idea—”

“That he would get caught!” interrupted Sao Feng.

Around them, Singaporean pirates stood and surrounded the group.

“You intend to attempt the voyage to Davy Jones’s locker,” said Sao Feng matter-of-factly. “But I cannot help but wonder…why?”

(Y/N) shifted, and Barbossa and Elizabeth both put a hand out. If (Y/N) were to speak up, it wouldn’t be polite, which wouldn’t end well. (Y/N)’s skin itched, and they shifted with unused energy.

Barbossa tossed a coin through the air in response to Sao Feng. He caught it, bit it to test it, and stared at it.

“The song has been sung,” said Barbossa. “The time is upon us. We must convene the Brethren Court. As one of the nine pirate lords, you must honor the call.”

Sao Feng narrowed his eyes. His hand curled into a fist. “More steam.” The words held all the frustration he wished to express. Nothing came, and he whirled on his servants. “More steam!” he bellowed. Still none.

“There is a price on all our heads,” continued Barbossa, distracting Sao Feng from what was most likely their crew interfering.

“Aye. It is true,” said Sao Feng. “It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit anymore…is by betraying other pirates.”

Oh, bloody hell, thought (Y/N). It was a suspicious turn of phrase, even if he seemed to be addressing Will’s predicament.

Barbossa continued. “We must put our differences aside. The First Brethren Court gave us rule of the seas.”

(Y/N)’s gaze flicked to him, and their hands clenched at their sides. The seas weren’t to be ruled by anyone. They were free, wild, untamable. Like m—

“But now that rule is being challenged by Lord Cuter Beckett,” said Barbossa.

“Against the East India Trading Company, what value is the Brethren Court?” said Sao Feng derisively. “What can any of us do?”

“You can fight,” snapped (Y/N), their words breaking free. Sao Feng’s sharp gaze landed on them, but they did not cower. “You are Sao Feng, pirate lord of Singapore. You’re a commander in an age where brave captains still sail free waters, despite those waves being measure in fear and not feet.” Their stormy eyes flicked over Sao Feng, and it was as piercing as a needle. “And yet you would just watch such an era come to an end.” They met his eyes. “The most notorious pirates from around the world are uniting against our enemy. Their names will be remembered in legends.” A soft sneering smirk spread across their features. “Yours will be drowned in the bathwater you cower within.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened, and Barbossa closed his eyes and cursed Jack for teaching them to be so mouthy (not that it had come from him. It was natural to (Y/N), and their natural self broke free more and more every day).

Sao Feng stared at them and stepped off the dais. (Y/N) refused to flinch or back away. Sao Feng circled them like a shark, gazing at them quizzically.

“(Y/N) Swann,” said Sao Feng. “There is more to you than meets the eyes, isn’t there?”

(Y/N) followed him with their eyes as he circled them and returned to the front.

“But I cannot help but notice you have failed to answer my question,” continued Sao Feng. “What is it you seek in Davy Jones’s Locker?” Barbossa opened his mouth, but Sao Feng held up a hand. “I want the small one to answer.”

That must be me since I’m the kid.

“They seem to enjoy speaking.”

I’d prefer fighting. Thankfully, (Y/N) kept that thought to themself. “A friend.”

Sao Feng narrowed his eyes. “That is not an answer.”

“It is,” said (Y/N).

Elizabeth fought back a sigh as (Y/N) decided to be sarcastic and play tricks with the pirate lord of Singapore.

“Jack Sparrow!” declared Will, breaking in. “We seek Jack Sparrow.”

Laughter erupted throughout the sauna.

“He’s one of the pirate lords,” said Will, speaking over the derision.

(Y/N) watched Sao Feng run a hand over his head. They noted the slight tremble with curiosity.

“The only reason I would want Jack Sparrow returned from the land of the dead is so I can send him back myself!” he hissed.

It seems Jack left his usual impression on people on Sao Feng.

“Jack Sparrow holds one of the nine pieces of eight,” said Barbossa. “He failed to pass it along to a successor before he died. So we must go and get him back.”

“So you admit…you have deceived me,” said Sao Feng slowly. “Weapons!” He drew his sword.

All the pirates let out a shout and grabbed their weapons.

“Sao Feng, I assure you, our intentions are strictly honorable,” said Barbossa.

Through the slatted boards, swords flew up into the air. Barbossa, (Y/N), and Elizabeth each caught one. Barbossa caught the extra for Will. He coughed as Sao Feng narrowed his eyes. Obviously, their intentions had been honorable with a heavy dose of “just in case” dishonesty.

Sao Feng grabbed a Singapore man and held a sword to his throat. “Drop your weapons or I kill the man!”

(Y/N), Elizabeth, Will, and Barbossa wore identical expressions of confusion.

“Kill him,” said Barbossa. “He’s not our man.”

Now it was Sao Feng’s turn to look confused as he stared at the nervous man.

“If he’s not with you, and he’s not with us…who’s he with?” said Will.

“Beckett,” breathed (Y/N).

Bam!

The doors broke open the moment the name left them. “Charge!” cried the British. Muskets fired, and the pirates ducked and attacked as best they could.

Will used the pole he was tied to in order to rush into several men before they could fire. (Y/N) wove through the crowd and slashed through his bindings. Barbossa tossed him a sword. Elizabeth expertly dueled several soldiers at once, and (Y/N) handled their own crowd. They swept through the British, dancing through the attacks aimed at them. They flowed like water from one stab to another parry to a slash to a duck to a kick to a pivot to attack after attack.

From within the platoon, a familiar face emerged. Mercer stepped out, clad in black, and looked across the room of fighting pirates with his sharp, cruel eyes. They landed on (Y/N), and he raised a gun. It was not a pistol, though. This one contained a small dart to incapacitate its target. Of course, Mercer had a proper pistol at his side. If the child resisted…Well, Beckett said controlled or killed.

Bang!

“(Y/N)!” Elizabeth tackled them as she saw the shot.

It flew over their head and hit the wall. Will ran to their side and hauled Elizabeth and (Y/N) up. Barbossa and Sao Feng cut down several attacks, and the group found themselves fighting side by side. Unfortunately, the British were closing in and had their muskets ready once more.

“Ready?” said Mercer, preparing another dart.

(Y/N)’s gaze flicked to it, confused but frightened at what it meant for them.

“Fire.”

Boom!

Instead of the crack of rifles, the floor exploded. The British collapsed back into the hole. The pirates shouted a war cry and stormed onward. Sao Feng grabbed the charts as they ran. The Black Pearl crew ran out from beneath the sauna, fired their pistols, and drew their swords. It was Singapore and Pearl pirates versus the East India Company.

The fight spread into the streets of Singapore as the pirates fled the British, and shops and carts were overturned as their keepers joined the angry brawl—fists were as much weapons at this point as muskets or cutlasses.

(Y/N) leapt over a table and slid under another. With a flick of their wrist, they cut through a soldier’s ankle, and he collapsed. Without being able to stand, (Y/N) ended him in another stab before jumping onto another table to gain the high ground. A soldier ran at them, and they jumped to avoid him. They grabbed the tent’s supporting pole, swung forward, and kicked him in the head. (Y/N) landed and darted towards the canals.

Behind them, a group of soldiers aimed to fire, but the cart behind them exploded. They fell dead and hurtled into the river. (Y/N) grinned behind them, knowing Tia Dalma stood smirking at her plan working.

They ran beside the canals, waiting to spot another friend to regroup.

Boom!

This time not according to plan, a building exploded with a hundred unplanned fireworks. It was right behind them, and (Y/N) flew through the air. Their vision spun between dark and light, and they splashed into the water. They submerged, and their mind cleared. They pushed to the surface and took a deep breath.

Grumbling, they pulled themself to the walkway.

“Goin’ for a swim at a time like this?”

(Y/N) looked up, unamused, at Barbossa. “Putting on a firework show at a time like this?” they retorted.

Barbossa chuckled and pulled (Y/N) out of the water. Tia Dalma stood next to him and gazed at (Y/N) with a smile.

“How do you feel?” said Tia Dalma.

“Wet,” said (Y/N). “But fine.” They had only been temporarily disoriented.

“I’m sure,” said Tia Dalma.

Will appeared from round the corner with a group of pirates.

“You have the charts?” said Barbossa, eyes locking on the bundle in Will’s arms.

“And better yet,” said Will. He tossed the charts to Barbossa and gestured to the Singaporean pirates behind him. “A ship and a crew.”

“Where’s Sao Feng?” Elizabeth joined the rendezvous with the rest of the Black Pearl crew.

“He’ll cover our escape and meet us at Shipwreck Cove,” said Will.

Barbossa nodded. “This way. Be quick.”

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(Y/N) looked back at the fire still burning in Singapore as they sailed away. The water rippled around them as the ship moved smoothly over the water. They held the edge of the ship tightly. They had a way to Jack. They’d find him, the Pearl, and a way to stop Beckett. Freedom would win. It had to.

“There seems to be a lot on your mind,” said Tia Dalma, joining them at the side of the ship.

“I’m worried about Jack. What it must be like in the Locker,” said (Y/N).

“Jack is a man of no constancy, coming and going with the tide. But he is also one of great passion for what he cares for—adventure, life, freedom…” Tia Dalma looked at (Y/N). “But the Locker cannot take his heart. He will lose nothing but his mind.”

“Which was lost a long time ago,” said (Y/N) with a smile.

“Then you have nothing to fear,” said Tia Dalma, reaching out and touching (Y/N)’s hand. It was clear (Y/N) was attached to Jack, though how deserving he was of it remained to be seen.

(Y/N) hummed, and they glanced back at Singapore. “Do you think Sao Feng will answer the call now that it is clear he can be found wherever he hides?”

Tia Dalma’s expression grew grim. “I cannot say. There is an evil on these seas that even the most staunch and bloodthirsty pirate have come to fear.”

“We should hope someone will face it instead of fearing it, then,” said (Y/N).

Tia Dalma looked at (Y/N) with a mysterious glint in her eye. “We should hope.”

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