Pirates of The Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (Kratos Reader)

An odd rendezvous.

The pub was filled with sounds of raucous laughter and cheering, drunken patrons shrieking in delight, and singing shanties off by themselves. Jack, (Y/n), and Jack's father, Capt. Teague sat in an isolated table, each taking swigs from bottles.

"So, let me get this straight; You're the son of the original leader of the first Brethren Court, which ruled the sea?" (Y/n) asked, sipping the bottle he had his hands around. Jack nodded.

"I heard you're putting together a crew." Teague said. Jack rolled his eyes.

"If enough people keep saying it, it must be true." He said in annoyance.

"I heard where you're headed. The Fountain." Teague shot back.

"Have you been there?" (Y/n) asked, intrigued.

"Son, does this face look like it's been to the Fountain of Youth?" Teague asked, gesturing to his face.

"Depends on the light." Jack said, trying to take away the accidental insult (Y/n) said.

"Boys, the Fountain. There'll be items required for that profane ritual. Two chalices." Teague said as he held up two fingers.

"On the map, there were sketches of twin chalices." Jack said, piecing two and two together.

"Both, silver. From Ponce de Leon's ship, you'll need both." Teague said.

"For...?" (Y/n) asked.

"The ritual. Don't be fools, you two. Find out every detail before you set sail." Teague said, leaning in close.

"Oh set sail. We'd love to. But for that, we may need a ship." Jack said.

"Those folk, over there, they have a ship. They're signing up sailors right now." Teague said, gesturing to a bunch of hooligans singing a shanty in the corner. "And one last thing, Jackie. The Fountain will test you. Both of you. Mark my words." He concluded, before all three men clinked their bottles together and took long sips. When the bottles were down, Teague had disappeared. (Y/n) may have been right about his idea that Teague could have been a hallucination. He and Jack crept behind the drunken fellow playing the mandolin, and Jack held his knife against the man's neck.

"We hear you be recruiting a crew." (Y/n) said, kneeling down to have his head directly behind the man's.

"Aye. That is, Jack Sparrow and (Y/n) be putting together a modest venture." He said, still calm. Jack and (Y/n), fed up with their names being used for wrong reasons, stepped out before the man in the dim orange light. "You got some nerve, ain't ya? Turning up here, dressed like that? What are you two, some kind of imposters?" He said, increasing Jack's frustration. (Y/n) chuckled, for he knew the fear on the man's face if he realized he'd be talking to the very man who butchered an entire pantheon.

"Have you any idea who we are, mate?" Jack said. The man started laughing.

"Oi, muckers! There's some blokes here what's forgotten their own names!" He called out to the crowd, who laughed in drunken merriment.

"Lads, I'm sailing with Sparrow! Who'll buy a sailor a drink?" Said a man, prompting the crowd to cheer. A shadow of a figure moving in mannerisms similar to Jack, and another with the shape of the blades (Y/n) used, were walking off into a room with a bright orange glow. Jack looked at (Y/n), who nodded, and the two bolted into the room after the shadows. The two figures stepped out, the lack of frontal light hiding their faces. Jack, the figures, and (Y/n) drew their swords and blades.

"You've stolen us, we're here to take ourselves back." Jack said before he and his shady duplicate started to swing swords, while (Y/n) and his counterfeit counterpart mimicked each other's movements and attacks. The fight lead the two over the rafters of the room's top loft, and the sparks of (Y/n)'s blades gave the light of a close view on the duplicate's face, which revealed it to be a groggy old man, who had two large knives instead of (Y/n)'s blades, giving (Y/n) the chance to drive his blade straight through the man's mid sector, and finally reclaiming his name.
Jack and his counterpart kept on clashing until Jack grabbed the hand of his knock-off's arm mid sword swing.