Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Fortunately though Lexus is mine. So is Robin.

Sorry if I don't update as frequently as desired, but the beginning of Dead Man's Chest is so hard to collaborate into.

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Lexus strode down the hallway, her eyes roving along the walls, examining the different works of art lining them. As she reached the next room she could hear a voice speaking. She leaned towards the door, listening closely.

"The East India Company is in need of your services," Lord Beckett was saying. "We wish for you to act as an agent to track down your friend Captain Jack Sparrow."

"More acquaintance than friend," pointed out another voice, younger.

"We need you to recover a certain object in his possession," continued Beckett.

"Recover…at the point of a sword?" asked the other man.

"Bargain," said Beckett. There were footsteps and the sound of papers being shuffled before Beckett spoke again. "Letters of mark. With these, Jack will be a privateer in the employment of the king of England."

"I doubt that Jack would consider employment the same as being free."

"Freedom…" muttered Beckett. "Captain Sparrow and I have met many times before and each of us has left his mark on the other."

There was a pause.

"What mark did he leave on you?"

Another pause.

"Mister Turner, the world is shrinking, the edges of the map being filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish."

"What is it of Jack's you want? If it's the Black Pearl I can assure you Jack won't give it up without a fight," said 'Mister Turner', though his voice was faint, as though they were outside.

"No, it is not the Black Pearl we seek. That is only a ship. The thing I'm after is considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Jack keeps on his person at all times. A compass. "There was a pause. "Ah, you know of it. Bring me that compass, and your fiancée will be set free."

Lexus felt it. The one thing that bodes ill for all eavesdroppers. A sneeze. She tried to muffle it, but it was too late.

"What was that?"

"It came from that door."

Lexus quickly backed up, focusing on one of the portraits on the wall. The door opened, revealing Lord Beckett. Behind him stood a man with brown hair extending to his shoulders. He had a small mustache and beard growing as well, and his chocolate-brown eyes were fixed on Lexus, as were Beckett's cold blue ones.

"Oh…I'm sorry if I disturbed you…I was just uh…examining the artwork," said Lexus, gesturing at the portrait. As the two men looked at it, Lexus realized too late that it was of two naked figures embracing each other as they lay on a couch. She cleared her throat, her cheeks growing red.

"Who are you?" asked William Turner.

"Uh…" started Lexus, but Beckett interjected.

"Allow me to introduce Miss Lexus Donner. She fell into the ocean during your arrest I think," he said, looking at Will, who nodded.

"Yes, I remember."

At that moment, two guards entered the main room, turning to face them.

"My Lord, three oddly-dressed travelers have just been captured. We have identified one of them as the fugitive, Robin Turlo," said one of them. Beckett turned, walking over to them.

"Send them in," he said. "And take Mister Turner back to prison to say his last goodbyes to his fiancée."

"Yes, my Lord," said the guards, taking Will's arm and leading him out of the room.

A few minutes later the guards returned, Robin, Troy, and Clay all in irons. They looked up as Beckett walked closer and immediately all of their eyes turned to Lexus, who motioned for them to be quiet, drawing her hand across her throat in a slicing motion. The trio got the drift, turning back to Beckett.

"Ah, Miss Turlo. How very nice of you to return just as the warrant for your arrest was issued," said Beckett, holding it out to her. She read it silently, looking up when it ended.

"But I didn't help him escape. I was a captive. I couldn't have," she argued.

"But you escaped from prison, which makes you a fugitive anyway," pointed out Lord Beckett. He walked over to his desk, opening a box and drawing out a leather-bound booklet of papers. "Now. I have here letters of mark from the King of England. With them, you would be a privateer in the employment of England, granting you amnesty of all crimes against the crown."

"What's the catch?" asked Robin. Lord Beckett raised an eyebrow.

"The…catch?"

"What do I have to do to get those?" asked Robin.

"You obviously remember Jack Sparrow--"

"Captain."

"…Captain Jack Sparrow. There is something I desire that only he has. A compass, he keeps on his person at all times."

Lexus, standing by the window, opened her mouth incredulously. Beckett was giving the same terms to her mother that he had to that Turner guy. It would be a race for the compass that way.

"So you would let us go to get this compass?" asked Troy.

"Well, you, sir, and your friend are free to go, seeing as you do not have a warrant, so you will be the ones retrieving the compass for the release of Miss Turlo," said Beckett. "If you don't succeed in bringing it to me, and trust me I'll know if you've abandoned the search; my spies are everywhere, Miss Turlo, here, will attend the gallows."

Troy and Clay nodded. Lord Beckett started away, then turned back.

"What are your names, by the way?" he asked, pointing from Troy to Clay.

"Troy Kirty and Clay Donner," said Troy. Beckett raised an eyebrow, turning to Clay.

"Donner? So she is your daughter?" he asked, gesturing at Lexus. Clay furrowed his brow, looking to Lexus, who mouthed 'yes' hurriedly.

"Er…yes, she is. You see I was uh…on vacation. And now I'm back. She's not in any sort of trouble, is she?" he asked.

"Oh no, she just fell off of the fort and was recovering here for the time being. You are free to take her home," said Beckett, waving them out of the room. Lexus followed them, after thanking Beckett for his hospitality.

"You two are free to go, sirs," said one of the guards, unlocking Troy and Clay's irons. They waved goodbye to Robin, rubbing their wrists as she was dragged off to prison. Lexus entered the hallway and Clay immediately began interrogating her.

"You fell off of a fort? You're living with this prick? Why did you use my name? You had us worried sick!"

"Yes but I'm fine, yes but it's not my fault, I didn't want to be arrested for sharing mum's name, and I'm sorry," said Lexus. "Now, has my mum been here before? When was it? What happened? Why is she being arrested? Who did she help escape? Who is Jack Sparrow?"

"Captain," said Troy.

"First, let's get out of this place before we answer any questions. Get your things," said Clay.

Lexus ran back to her room, took her real clothes and the simple dress, and walked back out to join them, making their way into town.

"Now, about a year before you were born, we kind of…went out to steal this Multi Dimensional Transmitter," started Clay.

"Steal?" asked Lexus. Clay nodded.

"We were pirates…that's why the police are always at our house…"

"And she got onto me for lifting a purse?" exclaimed Lexus incredulously.

"Shh. Now, while we were getting it the police came and Robin fell into the portal. From what she told us she got put in jail and met this Captain Jack Sparrow. Then there was some big thing with cursed pirate gold and undead pirates and all that and eventually we flew in with a helicopter and got her from the gallows. Then when she got back, she found she was pregnant with you, so we decided not to mention it…" said Clay.

"…You say a year after she got back I was born?" asked Lexus.

"About a year, yeah," said Troy.

"Is my father in this century?" asked Lexus. Clay and Troy looked at each other. Lexus got the message. She sank to the ground, staring off into space. "Oh my God…"

" Lexus, it's alright. Just let me finish," said Clay, pulling her up to her feet. "When you came into this century you messed with the buttons, making it about a year and a half later or so. So your mum was here a year and a half ago. That's why the warrant is just now out. And your father, it seems, may be still alive."

"Was it Jack Sparrow?" asked Lexus, her eyes closed. Clay opened his mouth, but Troy beat him to it.

"Yes," he said. "She screwed a pirate captain and got knocked up in the future."

"…My father is over five hundred years old…" muttered Lexus.

"It seems so. And you'll get to meet him because we need his compass to get your mother out of jail," said Clay. Lexus broke out of her daze.

"We'll have to go fast though. He's got the same offer up for Will Turner."

"How do you know William Turner?" asked Clay.

"Heard him through the door. He's trying to save his fiancée apparently," said Lexus.

"Well, we'll go with him, then when he gets the compass, we'll steal it and come back here," said Troy.

"You really think we should steal it?" asked Clay.

"…Yes," said Lexus and Troy as one.

"Fine," said Clay. "But you're our excuse, Miss," he said to Lexus.

"Let's see if he's by the docks," said Lexus.

They made their way down to the pier, where the ships were being loaded and unloaded by the crews they held. Lexus looked around, spotting the man with brown hair talking to a sunburnt man with white cloudy hair. They walked closer until they could hear what was being said.

"Jack Sparrow? Owes me four dubloons. I heard he was dead," the sunburnt man was saying.

"Thank you for your time," said Will, turning to walk away.

"William Turner?" asked Clay. He looked around.

"Yes..."

"Wonderful. I'm Clay Donner, this is Troy Kirty, and--"

"Lexus Donner, I know," said Will.

"No, Lexus Turlo," corrected Lexus. Will stared.

"You're Robin's daughter?" he asked.

"Yeah. I didn't want to be arrested, now, did I?" she asked, smirking. Will looked from Troy to Clay.

"You're her partners, I presume?" he asked. They nodded.

"And we're looking for Jack as well. We'd be happy to help you find him," said Troy, smiling innocently, though to a stranger it would look more on the maniacal side than innocent.

"Well…I really don't need your help…"

"But we need yours," said Lexus. "We don't know the way around, you see."

Will considered for a moment.

"Fine, come on, we need to ask more people," he said.

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