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Dean was tense, they, they being him, his father, his mother, and his little brother Adam, had been at sea for two months with no sign of the Calypso. His other little brother, Sam had been kidnapped by pirates about oh, three years ago. They had finally gotten word on which pirates had. Or, ya know, the pirates who could tell them who the pirates who took Sam where. They had caught up with them two months ago. The Calypso's captain was rumored to be, well, the pub they had been in had gone silent the second they had mentioned just the ship. Dean was praying for Captain (that's what everyone knew him as, as he never told anyone his name) to have been like every person met, wrapped around his finger at the first trace of those thrice damnable eyes of Sam's. Of, course he was sixteen when he was taken, and tending to show his stubborn side more often then not.
***Flashback***
"Samuel" John growled.
"I just think it's a good idea to see what they know, they are small fish." the skinny sixteen year old argued.
"What would they tell us but lies?"
"What reason do they have to lie?" Sam shot back.
"They are pirates."
"Pirates are men, same as you or I, and capable of telling the truth."
***End of Flashback***
Dean hoped that his brothers stubborn pride and big mouth were in the middle of a fight. Otherwise he hoped Sam's death was quick, because Captain wasn't quick to forgive any man his trespasses.
"Dean." His fathers voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Yes?"
"The Calypso." John pointed out. While he had been pondering his brothers fate, sure enough the ship they had been hunting for, for two months had sailed up behind them, quickly pulling up close to them. As the Calypso pulled close, several of her crew boarded the Amsterdam.
"The Captain 'eard your captain was lookin' for 'im." said the first pirate, whom Dean was going to call Pete.
"So where's he?" said the second, we'll call him Larry.
"Here." John called. "I'm the captain of this ship. But I am not the only one looking for the captain of the Calypso."
"Then who else is?" asked Larry.
"My wife and two of our sons, we hear that he may know the where-abouts of my second son."
"'S that so? If he does he's in the crew or in Davy Joneses locker."
"May we speak with him?"
"We woulda blasted you to kingdom come if you couldn't."