Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any other copyrighted material in here. If I did, I would be a millionaire and have better things to do than right fanfiction.

Summary: Grace continues her journey in the world of POTC. Can she brave the perils of the Flying Dutchman? Maybe all is not as it seems, and she's actually caught in the center of a bigger picture…

Special Thanks: To NarnianPirate, Lily Evanstar and Koneko the demon storyteller; For taking time to help me find a DMC script. Thank you!

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Grace awoke with a start. For the past month, she had been a guest in the Turner household. It had been the best month of her life. She had taught Elizabeth how to play the old piano in the upstairs study and in turn, Will let her take part in his daily training, which he had cut down to only an hour. On top of that, she had even taught herself how to play the little silver flute Will had made for her. She felt like one of a family, something she had always wanted. But she knew that on that very day, the peaceful life she had led would be put on an abrupt hold.

The wedding was in about an hour and she thought about putting on her bridesmaid dress, but decided against it. How Elizabeth was ever able to get around in that dress of hers was a mystery. With a tinge of regret, she put on her broken in leather boots, some brown breeches, a tan shirt and a navy blue overcoat, since it could get a little chilly at night, especially on the water. The outfit seemed extremely comfortable compared to the dresses Elizabeth had her wearing. She grabbed her bag that she had packed the night before and spoke to the mahogany box that was hidden inside it. "You're either going save my life, or get me into some real deep trouble and I'm not about to stop and think about which one it's going to be." Having said that, she went downstairs, grabbed an umbrella and walked the short distance to the wedding pavilion in the downpour.

"Elizabeth?" Grace hesitantly walked up to the would-be-bride and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine." Before she could reply, a whole army of Redcoats arrived and after seeing Will, she ran up to the group, Grace trailing behind her.

"Will! Why is this happening?"

"I don't know, but you look beautiful."

"I think it's bad luck to see the groom before the wedding."

Grace interrupted their moment and motioned towards Beckett. "Elizabeth, I think that's the least of your worries right about now." Just then, the Governor pushed through the crowd.

"What's going on here? Why have you arrested William? How can you ruin my daughter's wedding? Where…" He broke off his string of questions and stared at the approaching figure.

"Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long."

"Cutler Beckett?"

"It's Lord now, actually."

Grace went to stand by Will. "Lord or no Lord, you need a reason and you need paperwork. I doubt you have either since dear William has done NOTHING WRONG." She knew he actually did have both of these things, but she felt better saying otherwise.

Beckett looked at her distastefully. "In fact, I do. Mister Mercer! The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner." He handed the scroll to the Governor.

"But this is for Elizabeth Swann."

"Oh, is it? That's annoying. My mistake. Arrest her. Oh, and that irritating little girl over there too. I have her warrant here as well.

"On what charges?"

Ignoring her question, he took two more scrolls from Mercer."Ah-ha! Here's the one for William Turner. And I have another one for a Mister James Norrington. Is he present?"

"Can you answer the question or not? If you can't, then PLEASE do us all a favor and shut up already."

"I don't believe that's the answer to the question I asked."

"What are you, deaf? It sure as heck ISN'T!"

"I highly recommend shutting your mouth, as I am the one arresting you."

"Fine, be that way. But I still don't like you." Then she stubbornly crossed her arms and was quiet, to Beckett's relief.

"Lord Beckett! In the category of questions not answered..."

"We are under the jurisdiction of the King's governor of Port Royal, and you will tell us what we are charged with."

"You helped a man escape death by the noose.For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death. Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow."

All three of them corrected him. "Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I thought might." Without another word, they were led off to prison.

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"Grace… You came, but… You didn't wear your dress." Then realization hit her. "You knew this was going to happen, didn't you? You knew this whole time! Why didn't you tell us! We could have prevented this whole thing! What's wrong with you?"

Grace hung her head in shame, even though she knew she was in the right. "It was supposed to happen! But, did I not tell you not to fuss over the plans too much?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sat down beside Will, every now and then shooting Grace a dangerous look.

She looked down at her boyish clothing. "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

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I know the first chapter is a little short, but the others are longer. It might take a little longer to update than for the first one, since I'm still tweaking it. I'm just not satisfied with my plot. Meh, I'll work on it and update when I get some reviews, as always.