Disclaimer: I don't own PotC, I'm only borrowing it. I'll try not to break it.

TazaDread: Oo. Lilith is quite cunning, is she not? In case anyone was wondering, the name Lilith means Ghost, and the maids call her 'The Ghost' because they hardly ever see her for more than a few seconds and she refuses to talk to almost anyone.


The man sat before her was a stereotype old sailor.

He stunk of alcohol and sea water and the only thing he had more of than battle scars was chins.

He looked at her not with a lustful glare, but with a more kind, worried stare. "A ship is no place for a mere lass" he told her, in a kind, almost fatherly manner.

She leaned forward in a business like fashion, her eyes shielded from those of the world by the brim of her simple hat. "And what if said mere lass was to know whom stole the heart of Davy Jones?" she asked, a small smirk creeping across her face.

Mister Gibbs' stare became curious. "And what would ye- this lass know of the heart?"

Her smirk widened "What if this lass was to tell you she knew of the daughter of Lord Beckett? That she knew of the same daughter who was banished to the rooms of her home, the same daughter who took the heart from beneath his pillows as he slept?"

"And what would said lass tell me of the name of this daughter of his?" he asked carefully, having never heard of any daughter of Beckett's.

"She would tell you her name is Lilith Clemence Beckett" She answered slowly, her voice betraying no emotions.

"And the name of the lass in question?" he asked, studying her face with interest.

She fought away the panic that threatened to show upon her calm, pale face and quickly gave the name of her favourite maid "Elisa Day" she answered, filling her voice with false confidence and pride.

"Eleanor!" he screamed painfully, jumping out of his bed only to have his tangled, sweat soaked sheets twist around his ankles, tripping him like a clumsy fool... clumsy fool, those mere words bought tears to his eyes.

'"You clumsy fool!■"She laughed kindly "If we get caught I'm never speaking to you again!" He smiled. It was joke, everything was for her...'

He staggered blindly through the dark cabin... he had to find it, he had to! Once again, much like a drunken old man, he lands face first on the floor, scratching aimlessly around him, desperately,

"It's here, it's here somewhere!" he screams again, the wind of the storm outside matching his screams with its own. Then, with grateful sobs, his fingers bumped into it. His box, his precious little box, where he, like Davy Jones, keeps his heart.

"So this is her?" She asked, her eyes sparkling like the sea.

"Aye, that's her" agreed Mr. Gibbs. His eyes had long since lost that young, innocent sparkle. He had seen too many die for this ship.

The Black Pearl was her name, and she was as dark as the night, right down to her heartwood.

Her figure head displayed a woman, a woman so soft and kind faced that Lilith named her Mother that very moment.

"Time to meet the captain" Gibbs informs her, pushing her up the ramp to the deck. "I'm sure he'll be very interested in what this "mere lass" has to say." Lilith allowed herself to be gently pushed towards the captain's quarters, amazed by the sights she was seeing.

The pirates scrubbing the deck stopped their work to stare at her, only to be scared away by Gibbs' protective glare. But they could not stop their mouths from falling open. Before them stood a girl whos shocking features reminded them all of the fearsome figure of Ellie Jones.

Jack stood with his back to the door as Gibbs gently shooed the girl inside. She glanced up to see what was distracting him and gasped.

The storm had long since left the bay, though further out at sea it was still running wild and free. As she watched, lightning lit up the heavy, dark clouds that could only barely be seen, far out on the horizon. The sight mesmerized her.

Gibbs cleared his throat, dragging both of the two dreamers from their hypnotized state. "Miss Elisa Day here has a proposition for you" he informed his captain before leaving the poor girl alone in the pirate's presence.

Lilith made no move to speak, choosing instead to seat herself, uninvited, at the desk that sat in the middle of the room.

She pushed a few maps, star charts and grids from the chair before sitting down and resting her leg upon a large pile of similar maps, star charts and grids, decorated with the occasional compass and dry pen.

The captain, oblivious to the girls actions, sat himself at the opposite side of the table and reached for a half full jug of rum that sat by his chair.

He took a swig and she watched him, a strange, distracted look on her pale face. Moments past and still the girl sat there silently, dark, sea blue eyes staring into space, lips seemingly welded shut.

"Well, love." He said finally, breaking the uneasy silence. "It's no use coming to me with a proposition if you suddenly become a mute now, is it?" He watched the girl, hoping to see some form of amusement cross her face.

But no emotions of any kind crossed the girls face as she laid a medium sized, heart shaped box on the table. "If I could simply hand over the heart to you I would." She told him, calmly, sliding the box across the table towards him.

With baited breath, he opened the box; only to find it empty, save for a few red-ish stains on the bottom. "However..." she continued, watching his bewildered face with amusement. "I have not yet heard any promises towards my wellbeing."

Jack grinned, despite himself. The girl thought like a pirate.

"And why should I trust you?" he asked, turning the elegant box over in his hands. The girl shrugged and moved her left foot up to join the right. He waited for a while but that seemed to be the only answer she would give him.

He grinned again. "Very well, love. You're a member of me crew now." He expected her to smile or at least thank him, but the girls face had returned to its previous state of semi-awareness, and she seemed to ignore his comment.

She stood up finally and left with the same emotionless expression on her face, never once betraying the nervousness that had been brewing in her stomach throughout the entire meeting.

The ship was leaving and Lilith with it. She was finally leaving the island that had been her home for many years and she felt nothing. No quilt, no remorse. Lilith Clemence Beckett was gone, riding the winds of freedom.

Elisa Day remained in her place, a pirate to the core.


TazaDread: Anyway, yeah. I could really do with an editor, both for this fic and my other. I had two, but they both spend most of their time offline.

Anyways, I wanted to get this chapter out before exams start, so there you go. Enjoy!