Ah, yes POTC: AWE a funny funny movie. Heck, the entire thing is funny. Anyways, I'm going to focus on the dear bonny lass who is very brash and well…crazy in a way.

But she is cool.

Anyways, one part of the move made me, crack author that I was to think. If Sao Feng thought Elizabeth was Calypso then…could there be a small smidgen of thought in which Elizabeth was related to her as in daughter. Yes. Don't shot me now. Read please then shoot me. Or flame or whatever.

After all, he wasn't stupid. I hope.

Anyways, that spawned this. I know the daughter angle had been ran over several times and I have read some attempts. Best of luck to them.

It's AU in case you haven't noticed. Or not. …yea AU.

I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC cause if I did that would rock. Also, this shall be the only disclaimer. I don't want to say it over and over again.

And if I don't get certain accents right, don't kill me. Like Tia Dalma. Geez…that is freaking hard.

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Prologue:

The sea called to her. Like a long lost friend would call to another. The rushing waves, the crashing of the water on the rocks and the smell of salt. There was something tantalizing about the sea that lured her to it ever since she could walk. Every since she could remember she had wanted to step into those beautiful waters and swim out into the horizons.

Whenever they went to the beach, she would wander out to the water, stand in those tides and smile. She, as all children do, splash around not caring her dress was getting wet.

She didn't envy the birds, for she had the sea. She didn't need wings, she was already flying. Who needed the sky, when they had the oceans?

But she didn't have the oceans. Her father forbid her from going into the waters. He wanted her to be a proper English lady. He wanted her to marry a respectable man and bear him many grand children to dote upon.

He didn't want her to be gallivanting on the seas as some common sailor. Or a pirate, god forbid.

Who could blame him?

He was only human. She was his only daughter. He was her father and he loved her more than all the jewels on the Earth.

Elizabeth Swann had the perfect life. She had a doting father, anything she wanted and she was ever so loved. She was loved unconditionally even though her father found her floating in the sea as a babe. Her father would entertain with stories, each more elaborate than the last in how he found her.

In a way, he decided the sea would always have a hold on the darling angel he called Elizabeth. It wasn't unnatural. When he sees his daughter play, he catches glimpses of the woman she will become. He could see it, Elizabeth would become a fine woman who would catch the eyes of good men and marry respectably. But there was always a small thought that accompanied such fantasies.

That the call of the sea would reclaim his daughter and all her dreams.

All these happy carefree days ended when her father remarried to a respectable god fearing woman. She was a fierce taskmistress and a very strict women. Not that Elizabeth minded, she did want time for herself but her stepmother was very strict and wouldn't let Elizabeth bathe with table salt. Or play Pirate and Navy.

The women also changed her father. It was due to her encouragement that he started looking for a higher position. Elizabeth had to be taught manners to be a proper English girl, whatever that meant. That meant no playing with the boys or talking to those beneath her station.

She was thus dubbed Grumpy-pants. Not to her face of course.

It was only a year later, in which Elizabeth found herself with Grumpy-pants and Father on a ship. She was eight years old and utterly bored on the ship. She learned, after bugging the servants that her father had gotten a position further south and because of that they were moving.

Little did Elizabeth know, they would be moving even more at later times but now she was eight and she was a mischievous little scamp on the ship, forever getting underfoot.

She was happy despite the moving, she was on the sea and she wanted to swim in the waters, and greet all the sea creatures that swam about. It was on one such occasion, that she was leaning over the top, gazing down on the sea turtles.

"Elizabeth, come here." Her father ordered her, stern face hiding his concern.

Elizabeth turned impish face wide with happiness. "But Daddy, I want to talk to the fishes."

Official Swann sighed, tired eyes looking at his dearest daughter. "Just please be careful."

"I will." She whirled around to stare at the fish some more, eyes alight with glee. She went back to talking to the fishes.

With a huff and puff, the sails fluffed out, as the waters gently rocked the ship. That gentle rocking sensation nearly lulled Elizabeth to sleep had it not been the sudden dip as the ship pivoted on one end.

The sailors all went one way, as the ship suddenly tipped sharply. Loud cries were sounded, as the ship was being manhandled by the disturbed sea. This sudden change scared the fishes away as well. Elizabeth herself was almost tossed right out of the boat itself.

"There's a storm brewing." The captain shouted orders. "Typhoon."

Which was strange considering the day had been clear a few hours earlier but any seasoned sailor knows that the sea is a fickle mistress and that is doesn't bow to any man. Any pirate would know that Calypso was unable to control the sea now and that it was just the sea being the sea.

The moon had its own pull. The sun and the heat, the butterfly affect. Without Calypso, there a certain lack of the strange occurring in the sea. Before one could blame her for how the sea acts but now there can be no blame but stupidity.

In the sailor's attempts to tie objects down, they had forgotten all about their smallest passenger. The terrible rocking of the boat frightened both parents; they were huddled in the captain's cabin not noticing the absence of one small girl. When all were tied down and the sea calmed, it was then that all realized that one Elizabeth Swann was missing. The typhoon was a small one. It ended just as it formed, not a threat at all.

They searched the whole ship, up and down. They checked the cargo and it was soon realized that she was not on the ship at all. Two hours already passed.

"She must've gone overboard." Said a fraught officer. "She could be anywhere now..or…"

"Silence." Official Swann gripped his wife's hand until his knuckles were white. "We will find her. Put up pictures, offer a reward." He looked desperate, eyes closed shut to ward away the tears. "Sent out boats. Do everything you can."

Official Swann gripped the hand guards on the ship, close to weeping. He prayed that his daughter would be safe.

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Miles away, a small wet and limp form lied on an enormous sea turtle with a few crabs sitting on her body. She had not stirred, her breathing even. The small child was fortunate that the sea turtle was content to floating around and not diving into the ocean itself.

A huge object came up from under the water depths. It had a mast, stern and wood. It was a ship crewed by a dammed lot. This ship was called the Flying Dutchman. Davy Jones who is supposed to be a myth, a legend, but he was very real. A boogie man of the sea.

Davy Jones is a tall man, with a squid for a head…or was it an octopus? It was something with multiple tentacles, just like his pet Krakren. Jones was surveying the great expanse of the ocean. They were in the smack middle of nowhere, just as he like it.

"Sir." One of the crew walked up, sloshing from the excess water.

"What is it?" Asked Jones, making a clunking sound as he turned around to face the hammerhead crewmember.

"We found someone in the crow's nest." Explained the crewmember. "A girl child."

"Toss the corpse over board." Was his reply.

"She's still alive."

Jones was startled, making a snorting sound. "How is that possible? We were underwater for an hour."

"Sir, we don't know. Perhaps she was right above us when we surfaced." Offered the crewmember.

"Let me see what I can get out of her." Muttered Jones, stomping down the stairs to the deck. This was the last thing he needed, a women on the boat. One cannot blame Jones for thinking that girl child meant women. To them, they who were nigh immortal anyone is considered a child.

Jones went down the stairs, crewmembers moving out of his way. He didn't know where she was but he continued walking. It was near a cluster of barrels that he saw her. It wasn't a woman but a child. As he walked closer, he saw the child had a rock in her lap and she didn't seem afraid of them. She was bold little girl, staring at the crew but she had fear. She was huddled on the barrel, legs put together Indian style but her eyes remained on the ship and crew.

He stomped over to her, standing right in front of her. The girl looked cold, shivering in fact and her nose was running. She wiped away the snot with a hand, her eyes not leaving the crew or ship.

He stood there staring for he had no idea what to say. Women were bad luck on ships, and girls had no place on a ship especially the Flying Dutchman. To dying or dead men he had words to say to them like 'do you fear Death?' but what does he say to a little girl?

He can't exactly toss her over board. While he may be cruel and vicious, he draws at a line at throwing children overboard, especially living ones. There are some things he won't do, a last visage of his humanity.

Thankfully, she spoke first. Jones was quite tongue tied at the moment.

"Hi." Elizabeth said softly, holding the stone as one would hold a stuffed animal.

"Hello." The reply was customary.

"Are you a pirate?"

"No." He was Davy Jones, a bane to all who sailed the seas. He was a pirate, once a long time ago. "I am not."

"Oh." Elizabeth frowned. "Then what are you?" She peered at him, confused. "Are you a lobster?"

Davy Jone's eye twitched, he made a slight snorting sound. "No child."

"Oh." She seemed to be doing that a lot. "Lobsters taste good."

Davy Jones had almost forgotten how cotton brained some children can be, their attentions pan being almost nothing. He never had children so he wouldn't know but he had been around them.

"Where are your parents?" He finally had something he could say.

Elizabeth looked around, before looking at Davy Jones with wide eyes. "They're not here?"

"No."

She seemed smaller now, even smaller than before. Elizabeth slid off the barrel and tugged on his trousers with one hand. "Can you help me find my parents?" Her eyes were full of tears as she tugged on his pant leg. "Mr. Nemo said you're the best person to go."

She held the rob in her other hand, the small thing looking moved-it was a crab. "Mr. Nemo also says you smell of lobster." She looked at him curiously. "Are you a cannibal?"

Again, Jones made a snorting sound, a bit irritated. "No child. I am not a lobster and no I am not a cannibal." He rarely eats.

Elizabeth peered at him again, searchingly before stepping back. She curtsied. "Forgive my manners. My name is Elizabeth Swann." She smiled at Davy Jones. "My mother made me practiced for ages."

Davy Jones thought for a brief moment before speaking. "My name is Captain Davy Jones of the Flying Dutchman."

She looked at him funnily as if decided whether or not to speak before smiling, face still full of baby fat. "It is a pl-plea-pleasure to meet you Mr. Captain Davy Jones."

He stared down at her, perplexed really at how she didn't seem scared of them. "Do you fear Death?" He asked, wondering perhaps that she was crazy or addled in the brain.

"Nope." Yep, the girl was addled in the brain.

Elizabeth thought back on the lady who called herself Death. She remembered how nice that lady was. Why should she be afraid of Death? She had such pretty eyes and was warm to touch.

"Come with me." Davy Jones knew the girl will die if she doesn't get dry. But they were just underwater barely an hour ago. There is nothing dry until later, or until they ransack a ship.

He didn't offer either hand for her to hold. One was a claw and the other had a tentacle for index finger. He walked back to his office, to his pipe organ with the little girl following him.

As he walked, he wondered why he was doing this. It wasn't nothing on his part, his heart was gone so why was he acting so charitable? He killed people before. Killing a little girl should've be so hard.

He turned his head to see the girl follow him. She had lost one shoe, was still soaked to the bone but she was still smiling. She also had the crab in her hands. As he went into his office, he decided that the girl was crazy and if he killed her she would infect his entire crew. He couldn't afford that.

No, he would find who exactly are her parents. Or leave her on some ship. Once he washed her off his hands, then he can go back to what he does best.

Killing people and pressing them into his service.

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I hope Davy Jones doesn't seem too OOC…

Well I hope you like this. Please Read and Review.

This is my first POTC fanfic, and I haven't yet decided in pairings yet. So suggestions are okay.

I hope people will understand the crab reference. This story will mostly…mostly follow the three movie plot lines…but not so much. It will change things, make things different.

That is the glory and wondrous thing about AU's.

See ya.