Thank You for all last chapter's reviews. I am aware that Elizabeth's title is 'Pirate King' but I thought after a while they'd probably refer to her as the Pirate Queen, because she's a woman, of course. I'm sorry if you're offended by the slight change, but a guarantee everything is uphill from here. And a Special thanks to Kahbou, for helping me develop the plot, thanks soooo much!!! By the way, you can read her new story at I would definitely recommend it . I hope you enjoy the next chapter of the story. Please R&R

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"Jack, this really isn't the time or place…" Elizabeth retorted, whisking William in the opposite direction. Avoiding eye contact with Jack Sparrow.

"But, lass, you don't know what you're missing out there." He responded, and with a tattooed, bony hand he grasped her shoulder and thrust her around, until their noses met. In a faint, impartial whisper he spoke: "Once a pirate always, love, always a pirate."

Elizabeth's cold glance had no effect on Jack. She responded with the same bitterness as his rum-stained breath. "No" Her wrist grabbed his, forcing it away.

Displeased, Jack turned the other direction. "Fine, have it your way, be like that, be all 'Oh, no, Jack, I can't come with you. I have better responsibilities to attend to. No rum all around, No Jack.' Responsibilities? Please." But when Jack turned around, she already walked yards ahead of him.

He pondered for a moment. "Hmm- Elizabeth, wait- up." Jack waited, but he was ignored. "Elizabeth?" He sprinted to catch up with her.

"Love, if you're returning or not, you still need my help."

Elizabeth stopped. "Your help?"

"Fine, I need your help. Ok? I said it. Now…"

"No." Her response was swift. She began walking through the gate of her home.

Jack followed her in, speculating the surrounding scenery. "Well aren't we fancy?"

Elizabeth ignored him. That is- until he followed her into her own house.

"Jack, please go. I have things to attend to." She stopped Jack as he stood in the doorway.

"Go? Where to, lass? My ship is gone. My crew is elsewhere. My rum is… my rum is history. Lizzie- I have nothing left. Nothing! Savvy?"

Her voice seemed quiet and frustrated. "Fine, come in." she said, widening the baroque door.

Jack paraded into the large, elegant room, plopping himself down on a couch- next to William. The boy gazed up at the pirate towering over him, eyeballing the sole jewelry and alluring costume Jack proudly displayed. William arched into the couch's corner, astonished in a way no word in his four-year-old vocabulary could describe.

"Lizzie, my love, look. I don't have a ship. I need a ship, are you beginning to see a problem here?"

Unlike Jack's, her voice was serious. "Jack, stop it, I have nothing to contribute to you plan. You don't see any boats around my house, do you?"

'Well, I suppose…"

"Listen, Jack. Why do you need my help, anyway."

Jack rubbed his beard, stood up, and began to pace around the room. He examined an exquisite vase exhibited on a table. :"Well that's certainly a fine question you got there. You see, Will and I are in a bit of a… discrepancy."

"Oh… I get it. You need my help to persuade Will to adhere you again, despite your falsification! Do you really believe that I am that naïve? You need me to solve all of your problems, don't you? You know Jack, I really thought you would have grown up a bit more."

"But, lassie, don't you want to see Will?"

"You aren't going to tempt me with William's father!"

"Dad?" William's eye's widened in hope.

Elizabeth's perspective gyrated completely. Suddenly, the anger she raged for the ruthless Jack dissolved. This was an opportunity. And for the first time in his life, William could meet his father. Elizabeth wouldn't have to sit through the heartbreaking questions he interrogated her with, querying where and who his father is. Honestly, the rapidest issues made her stomach churn, for she too, missed her father greatly. And somehow, she believed this journey would alter that feeling for her too. One lethargic tear plunged from her eye and bitterly cascaded down her ashen cheeks. She made her decision; William couldn't grow up to be like Will, never truly knowing his father. The timing seemed to be right.

"Elizabeth? Are you to be okay there?" Jack asked, looking the crying women in the eye.

"Yes, Jack. I'll go with you, I'll be the Pirate King…er, Queen."

"What?" Jack responded, baffled, but swiftly changed his tone. "Why, yes of course you will!"

"Mommy, you mean I get to see Dad?" William's face glowed with anticipation.

"Yes, William, yes you do." Elizabeth smiled, for the time in days her son portrayed joy.

The ideal instant was interrupted by thunderous, steady knock on the door. The lazy maid surprisingly dashed in from another room and answered it. The figure shadowed over Sarah and by his attire, she instantly recognized him as a pirate, Spinning around in fright, she noticed Jack too. A shriek alarmed from her petite structure, and she cautiously studied the room, realizing she was the only one who panicked. Perplexed, Sarah fled from the room, ignoring her unattained duties.

"Barbossa, great." Jack said sarcastically.

"Barbossa?" Elizabeth questioned, confused at his arrival.

Barbossa carelessly stepped into the Turner's house, ignoring Elizabeth. "Jack, we've followed you the entire way here."

"So, you rob me of my ship, and then you follow me, Barbossa?"

He frowned. "Don't play games with me Jack. The charts are gone."

"I never said I had them." Jack denied. "You never asked before you pushed me overboard."

"Where are the charts Jack?" Barbossa's voice was serious.

"What makes you think I know?"

"Jack!" The tension built up in Barbossa, as he had the urge to rip Jack apart.

"I'm not telling! Only if I can have my ship back!" Jack's voice was like a child's when they fought with their siblings.

"I'm serious Jack." Barbossa steeped forward and pulled out a cutlass, waving it in front of Jack's throat.

"That's my offer." Jack folded his arms. The cutlass sliced the air in front of Jack.

"Stop it!" screeched Elizabeth. "Let Jack join you. You both have what the other one needs."

Jack stretched his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable. "Yes. Let me and my crew join you."

Barbossa snickered. "Your crew? Jack, you don't have a crew, for they have all betrayed. Show me your crew."

Elizabeth stepped forward, and took a deep breath. " I " she proclaimed, as she confidently supported Jack.

Smiling, Jack stood. "Ha. Look at my crew. I have a crew! This calls for a celebration… Rum all around!"

Captain Barbossa bowed. "Oh Elizabeth, Pirate King…er, Queen, You are truly a part of Jack's crew?"

"Aye." Elizabeth nodded.

"Oh… me too!" William bounced happily on the couch, amused, as if this were all a pretend game.

Pausing, Barbossa considered it. "Ok, fine Jack. You can your crew can join mine, only if you reveal where the maps are hidden, savvy?"

"Yes, sure. Now I think I have some rum stored back on the ship, what are you waiting for?" Jack began chuckling to himself. "Heh. Once a pirate, always a pirate. Yes, yes. And they said I wouldn't survive without the rum!"

To be continued………

Thank you, for reading I hope you enjoyed it, despite the length. The next chapter is longer, I promise. I pretty much have settled on the plot, but suggestions are definitely welcome. Please review, I really appreciate it. Thanks!

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