Intro: Elizabeth is still Pirate King, and the battle with the EITC happened. Will and Elizabeth did not marry, and after the battle he decided to leave her. They had their day ashore to say goodbye, and Will tried to explain to her that he didn't want to be tied to someone he could only see once every 10 years.

Surprise Guest

Sitting at a table nursing his bottle of rum, the candlelight flickered off the face of the famous Jack Sparrow. Having returned to Shipwreck Cove after the battle with the East India Trading Company, he was figuring his next move. Looking around his cabin aboard his beloved Black Pearl, Jack decided that plans could wait until morning.

"Gibbs!" he shouted, walking out on deck.
"Aye cap'n," he responded, looking up from his flask.
"I feel the need to celebrate," he commented, swaying towards the railing of his ship and resting a hand on his pistol.
"Celebrate, sir? Drink to our victory and to Beckett's death?" Gibbs questioned with a sly smile.
"No. We are to celebrate having no worries for one day. Since every other day seems to have such a peculiar series of rather bothersome events, I need to just sit for a night. Come, the rum calls to us," he motioned and made his way towards his old home.

Walking down the hall with Gibbs in tow, Jack heard muffled sounds of sniffles. Stopping and staring down his nose at the entrance to the dining room, he looked at the back of his father. Wearing his red coat and swaying ever so slightly, Teague put a hand on the sniffling person's shoulder.
"Here lass. This will help," Teague said, offering the mystery person a mug of what Jack assumed was rum. Curious as to who was speaking with his father, he raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?" Gibbs asked, having almost ran into Jack at his sudden stop. Teague heard the voice and turned around.
"Jackie," he sighed, "grab us a bottle will ye?" Teague instructed his son. Rolling his eyes, Jack looked back at Gibbs and hit him in the shoulder. He walked farther down the hall and grabbed a few bottles along with three more mugs from the kitchen, and returned.
"Who are you talking t-" Jack asked just as Teague turned around exposing one Elizabeth Swann. Her eyes red, and face tired. "Why your majesty, tears are quite unattractive on you," he teased with heavy sarcasm. His father rolled his eyes in response and harshly snatched a bottle from Jack to refill her glass.
"Jack I'm really not in the mood," Elizabeth retorted.
"Why are ye here lass?" Gibbs asked out of curiosity.
"Yes, why are you here? Shouldn't you be enjoying dear William's company?" Jack asked, pouring himself a full mug of rum. Wiping a few stray tears away, Elizabeth took a sip of her drink.
"Should I? After he decided he wanted nothing to do with me?" she snapped, looking to Teague for support.
"It appears Mr. Turner has decided his intentions lay elsewhere," Teague translated for the men. Jack nodded in understanding, and drained his mug.
"Always knew he was a eunuch," Jack muttered to Gibbs. "Well! Seeing as you've a fresh bottle, we'll be on our way n' away from here!" he announced cheerfully and turned to leave.

Elizabeth watched as Gibbs gave her a parting glance while he and Jack left the room, leaving her with Captain Teague.
"I'm truly sorry. I don't mean to be a burden," she stated.
"None at all missy. An' don't mind Jack," Teague answered, sighing. "You've every right to be here, sayin' as yer pirate King. N' maybe it's fer the best, this business with the young Turner," he offered.
"Maybe," she whispered. "You must have other duties, again I'm sorry. I hope I'm not keeping you from anything," she said, worried that the elder pirate would be annoyed.
"Nay. 'Tis not right to leave ye alone. I'm takin' the night off," he added with a chuckle that shook his beaded hair.
"Thank you," she replied, looking to the bottle on the table. Catching her hint, he filled her mug again with a smile. The two sat in silence for some time while Elizabeth calmed her nerves. Soon she was lost in her own thoughts.
"I'm goin' to check in wiv Jackie, if that's alright," he asked while standing up.
"Of course," she encouraged, not wanting to keep him from talking with his own son.
"I'll be back soon," he said over his shoulder before leaving. Not but ten minutes after he had left, she was feeling the full effects of the rum. Wanting to just forget about her frustration with Will, she finished her drink. Her eyes soon began to feel heavy, and sleep overtook her within minutes.

"Where ye headed next?" Teague said, catching the attention of Jack and Gibbs who were sitting at a table enjoying their rum and a game of cards.
"Hmm? Not sure. Still tryin' t' figure that out," Jack responded, looking up from his hand of cards.
"I see."
"Perhaps Tortuga?" Gibbs asked hopefully.
"Perhaps," Jack responded, lost in his thoughts.
"What's wiv you and dear Elizabeth?" Teague asked, taking a seat next to them. "One minute yer voting her King, n' the next ye come in mockin' her after this William business," he continued with confusion.
"Oh bugger, please don't start," Jack began.
"Ahh," was all Teague said.
"The bloody wench killed me!"
"Aye, but she also brought ye back from the locker," Gibbs added.
"True," Jack replied, looking into his mug. "Enough. Let's finish this game so I can beat ye already," he added with a smirk.

An hour later, Jack went in search of another bottle. The three of them had continued to play cards and talk about the battle recently won. Waltzing down the hall he glanced in the dining room on his way to the kitchen. Spotting Elizabeth sleeping slumped down in a chair, he stopped. He walked towards her, noticing the dried tears on her face. Wincing, he tried to wake her up in hopes she'd retire for the night. He soon found out that she was passed out, probably from the rum Teague had fed her. Sighing, he grabbed her knees and shoulders to pick her up. Slowly and carefully he made his way to a bedroom with Elizabeth in his arms fast asleep. Approaching the bed he laid her down as gently as he could. Feeling fuzzy and warm from the amount he drank already, he paused to gaze down at her.
"Oh dearie," he mumbled with a smirk. He grabbed a few blankets from the shelf and tucked her in. After a last parting glance, he strolled out of the room and returned to his search for rum.

The next morning Elizabeth was awakened from the rays of light shining through the window. Sitting up, she realized that she had made it to a room the previous night. Suddenly rubbing her head in hope to rid it of the dull ache, she groaned. To join her throbbing head, her stomach began to gurgle. Elizabeth decided to find something to eat, and found the kitchen relatively easy. To her surprise, there was an older woman making tea in the kitchen.
"Well good morning miss," she greeted Elizabeth.
"Good morning," she answered.
"Name's Glenna," she offered with a smile.
"Elizabeth."
"Ahh, yes. The new King?" she said with admiration in her voice.
"Y-yes," Elizabeth responded, grabbing an orange from a bowl. Enjoying some nourishment and tea that Glenna finished making, she made her way to find Teague. After she returned to the dining room and found nobody, she walked down the hall, peaking in rooms. Eventually she found three slumped over figures around a table. Chuckling, she saw Gibbs hanging off his chair with his mug still in hand. Jack and Teague were both sleeping in their chairs, with Teague snoring quite loudly. Deciding to let them sleep, she found her way back to the room she stayed in.

Setting her tea down, she searched the dresser for some clean clothes. Feeling satisfied with an off white shirt and some plain black breeches, she changed. In the process of getting dressed, she accidentally knocked her tea off the bedside table.
"Blast!" she snapped, grabbing a cloth to clean up the mess. On the floor wiping up the tea, she noticed something underneath the bed. Tilting her head to the side, she hesitantly reached forward. She was able to recognize the foreign object as a small box. Curious, she pulled it out from under the bed and opened it. She began to cry again upon seeing a handful of letters. They were from a lover, supposedly to her sailor. The loving words reminded her of Will instantly and the familiar tightness in her chest returned. However, one of the letters had a special marking on it. Opening it, she saw that it wasn't a letter at all. Instead, it was a list of numbers. Confused, she put it back in the box and set it on the bedside table. She suddenly felt the need to wash and went to ask Glenna where she could acquire a tub to do so.

Later that day, Elizabeth heard shouting and decided to investigate. Anything to keep her mind off of Will was welcome. Finding the source of the shouting, she saw Jack and Teague in a heated argument.
"Oh shut it! Yer no better than I!" Jack shouted, leaning in to his insult.
"Boy, ye be testing my patience," Teague cautioned.
"Then stop trying to act like someone you are in no resemblance to!"
"Everything okay?" Elizabeth chimed in, receiving bothered glances from both father and son.
"No love, everything is not okay," Jack snapped back.
"Leave us," Teague requested. She turned to leave, seeing that she was unwelcome until Jack chimed in again.
"Oh no! Let us have a guest. A witness more so, to your wildly imaginative accusations and false pretenses! Ye have no problem yellin' any other day!"
"Damn it Jack! Ye never know when enough is enough!" Teague stormed out. Frozen in the entry, Elizabeth was unsure if she should stay, flee, or find Teague. Turning to go, Jack's voice stopped her.
"Leave him. He's best left alone now," he said with a wave of his hand. Forming a smirk, he looked at her fresh change of clothes. "Find everything you need eh?"
"Yes. Thank you," she responded, still unsure of what to do.
"Apologies for what happened with the whelp," he offered.
"No need. I'll be fine," she said, trying to act strong. Truth be told, a lot of her emotional strength had been used up in the battle with the EITC. The two sat in awkward silence for a few minutes as Jack paced back and forth. "Is there anything I can do?" she offered, not knowing what else to say. After the kindness Teague had shown her she felt indebted to their hospitality, even though she was technically the King.
"Hmm? No," he casually answered, lost in thought. "Drink wiv me?"
"Drink? I've just only recovered from last night. I'm not even sure how I managed to find a bed!" she exclaimed. Smirking and nodding in silent agreement, Jack reached into a cupboard and pulled out a bottle. However, Elizabeth recognized it as wine instead of rum. Holding the bottle out to her in question with a raised eyebrow that disappeared under his bandana, Jack flashed a smile her direction. "Oh alright. A glass of wine," she said, giving in.

Pouring the red liquid into two tankards, Jack closed his eyes after taking a sip.
"So what is our dear King's next adventure?" Jack thought aloud.
"I've no idea. I didn't expect things to turn out the way they did. I cannot return home, I know that for certain. A pirate King is most likely unwelcome in Port Royal," she sarcastically stated.

"One never knows what the future holds. You'll figure it out, I'm sure," he responded, sparing a glance in her direction.
"Where is Mister Gibbs?" she casually asked, wanting to change the subject for fear that he would bring up Will.
"Probably back aboard the Pearl, waiting for my return."
"I figured you would be celebrating in Tortuga already," she said, sipping at the delicious red wine. In response he chuckled and gave a slight shake of his head.
"Hardly. I need t' devise a new plan. My original idea of stabbing old fish face's heart obviously did not go accordingly," he commented while looking Elizabeth down his nose. Hearing his words and making the connection with Will, Elizabeth stood up causing her chair to push back forcefully. Giving him a look of hurt and anger, she fled the room. "What? Females…" he muttered to himself, draining the remainder of his wine. "Confusing creatures," he said to himself.

Many, many glasses of wine later, Jack found himself wandering down the hall to find Teague. Spotting Elizabeth in one of the rooms filled with books, he strolled over to her.
"You seen Teague?" he slurred and looked around at the room. Much of his childhood was spent there, watching his father read over different books or play the guitar.
"No Jack," she said, not making eye contact with him.
"Must be out drinking. What are you reading?" he asked, edging closer to her.
"None of your business."
"Oh come now dear 'lizabeth. Contrary to popular belief I'm n-not so bad eh?"
"Well my belief is that it is rude to rub the result of your decisions into my face," she snapped, giving him a death glare. She could see how he had obviously continued drinking the wine after she left. "Shouldn't you be on your ship?" she asked, her words laced with venom.
"Aye the Pearl is my home, but I lived 'ere first," he slurred. Moving closer to her, he noticed that she was reading one of his father's books. "What are you reading?" he asked.
"Teague said I could use his books."
"Why?" he asked.
"Captain Sparrow you're awfully inquisitive."
"Where did you get that?" he demanded, seeing a piece of paper in her other hand. Listed on it were groups of numbers, which he recognized as coordinates. On the top of the page was the name Captain Pierce.
"It was in a box I found. It was under my bed I slept in last night. Why, do you recognize it?" she asked, curiosity letting her forget her previous anger.