Disclaimer: Disney owns the vast majority of the characters and settings in this story. I own the Pirate Lord of the Mediterranean Sea and her aids.

The Brethren Court had been called. Lord Cutler Beckett's plan for the extinction of pirates was going well, and the Court was the last resort.

"The only person we're missing now is the Frenchman," Barbossa commented once Elizabeth Swan, newly appointed Lord of the South China Sea, had arrived.

As if summoned by his words, a girl of no more than twenty walked into the room, followed by several cultured looking men. She was pale and slim, with an abundance of curly, brown hair held back by a white leather strap. She was young enough to look like a child dressed up for All Hallows Eve. Her costume was that of a lady, complete with corset and full skirts, torn as they may be.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life's for me." the girl emphasized the last word by stabbing her sword, a colichemarde, into the globe.

Barbossa broke the silence by saying patronizingly, "You? A Pirate Lord?"

"Pirate Lord of the Mediterranean, actually," she answered calmly.

At a loss for words, the Lords' assistants cleared the way for her to sit in the chair that had, until then, been Chevalle's.

"Where is Chevalle?" Madam Ching asked loudly.

"Dead."

There was an outroar. All the Lords and their assistants were up and yelling. Jack silenced them by yelling, "Oi! Let's see what the girl's name is, yeah?"

"Marie Villepin," the girl answered.

"Proceed with your squabbling," Jack said grandly.

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"Mademoiselle," Barbossa asked later, attempting to be polite, "What makes you, a girl of no more than nineteen, capable of being a pirate lord?"

"First of all, I am twenty," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance, "Second of all, that is no matter for concern. If you really want to know, raise Chevalle from the dead and ask him yourself."

"Yeah, Barbossa," Jack agreed with a swagger, "Raise the old bloke from his grave. He can join the formerly dead, but currently living club."

"Quiet!" Jocard yelled, "The issue here is not the living dead, it is that this girl is a Lord!"

"Allez à enfer, tu âne!" one of Marie's aids shouted at Jocard.

"Ferme-la," she commanded the aid, then spoke to Jocard, "Well, monsieur, how old were you when you became a Lord?"

"Twenty-seven," the former-slave answered.

She made a frustrated noise, then spoke to the group, "If anyone can think of a test to prove me, I will gladly oblige."

Madam Ching was the first to speak. "A weak Lord is of no use to anyone. If you can win a sword fight against any of the Lords, then I will be satisfied."

"I volunteer Jack," Barbossa said.

The aforementioned Lord made an obscene gesture towards his former first mate, then pulled out his sword out of the globe. "Any time you'd like, darling."

Marie walked slowly across the room and pulled out her own sword, which had been stolen from an English admiral. She weighed it in her hand, then gave Jack a small salute. "Prepare to lose."

"Oh, if I were you, I wouldn't be worrying about me," he replied.

Marie was the first to lunge, springing catlike towards the Lord of the Caribbean Sea, her sword flashing, then retreated a few feet. After the first blow, they danced around the room, causing alarm among the aids they almost beheaded.

All of a sudden, her jaw dropped open in wonder. Jack turned to see what she was staring at, but as soon as his back was to her, he felt a blade against his throat.

"I think I won," she said smugly.

Jack groaned, then argued, "I think you cheated."

"Pirate," she whispered. The sword returned to the globe, and the girl returned to her seat. "Any remaining doubts?"

The Lords exchanged glances, then delved into plans for the war against the East India Trading Co.

For the moment, this is a oneshot. If you want me to write more, review and I will!