Here's chapter three!

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The Prince and the Pirate

Chapter Three

After introductions were made, Jack asked Will if he wanted to run over to the Black Pearl to see the old crew.

"Jack, I'm sorry, but the last place I want to be right now is anywhere other than with my family. And I don't care if I never see the sea again."

"All right, then." Will, holding Elizabeth's hand, turned to go. Jack jumped in their way. "Can I just have a moment of your time?"

"Jack, let me be with my family the one day I can. I'll talk with you tomorrow morning on board the Pearl."

Jack took his daughter back to the Pearl, and they lowered the anchor right there in the bay, near to the Dutchman.

"So what have I missed, King Elizabeth and Prince Willie?" He put an arm around Elizabeth's shoulders and took Willie's hand in his as they started back towards home.

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"...and the whole way there, we kept threatening to throw him overboard."

Willie giggled. Smiling widely, Elizabeth let her gaze wander to the window. The sun was nearing the horizon. She instantly decided not to mention it.

But Will had seen her look. "It's nearly sunset." He announced.

"Nooo!" Willie whined. "Father, you can't go! We have so much more to do together! We only just met!"

"Willie, I must go. I can only set foot on land for one day every ten years."

"I know..." He pouted.

"But sit tight for a moment. I've got to run to the ship for a second."

He was out and back in less than ten minutes.

"For Your Majesty," He held out a large parcel.

She smiled in an 'I'm not sure I entirely trust you' way. "What is it?"

"Nothing stolen, I assure you. I'm not that kind of pirate."

"What other kind of pirate is there?"

"I don't know- you're the king."

She untied the string and pull off the paper. "Oh, it's beautiful!" She held up the gown to see how long it would be on her. It had a light green floor-length skirt with a soft yellow bodice, and transparent sleeves. The collar came down in a low curved v-neck, and the sleeves only came down to the elbow. The bodice sparkled when the light hit it right. Elizabeth realized that there were tiny yellow and green gems spread across it. There was a shawl matching the sleeves as well. "Oh, Will!" She kissed him. "I love it."

"And though I didn't know I'd need another gift, I did have this. I think you'll like it." He brought out a long wooden case, and set it on the table, motioning for Willie to open it.

Willie opened the case, and began hopping up and down when he saw the magnificient sword inside, the steel inlaid with silver designs. "A sword! A sword! Now I shall be a real pirate!"

Will closed the case. "I think it's a bit big for you, but I expect you'll be able to begin practicing with it in a few years."

"Will, it's just about..." Elizabeth tried not to let tears in her voice.

"Elizabeth-"

"I don't want to spend the rest of our precious time together begging you to stay. I just want to ask...why can't you?"

"You already know the answer."

"No, I mean what will happen if you stay on land?"

Will paused. "I don't really know. But something bad, I'm sure. You remember how angry Calypso was at Jones?"

"Then you must go."

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Goodbyes were always terrible. The surf prevented all noise from the shore from reaching them, but it did not effect their view of the scene playing out.

Will was kneeling down, talking to his son. Though he'd never known Will as a child, Gibbs said that the boy looked exactly like his father did that day they'd pulled him from the wreckage of that ship. The boy hugged his father goodbye and then stepped back, rubbing his eyes. Will stood, and Elizabeth began weeping-

"Father," Jack turned. Rosemary was coming back on deck. She had changed out of her nice dress, and back into her normal clothes. She looked every inch the Captain's daughter (now). "Will I have to wear that dress again? Or one like it?"

"You're six, Rosie. I expect you'll wear your fair share of gowns." Rosemary made a face. "Will you run and get me my compass?"

"Aye." She ran into the Captain's Quarters and snatched the compass off the desk. She stole a quick peek at it. It spun around for a bit, then pointed towards the land. She scoffed. The compass never worked for her. It always pointed towards land. "Here it is!" She ran back out and dashed up the stairs to the wheel two at a time. "Where are we going next, Father?"

"Hm..." He opened the compass. It would not choose a target. "We really do need to talk to Captain Turner first."

"Why?"

He looked at her. Her hair was still curled, framing her small face. She gave him a cute smile. He thought about what to say. "I'm not going to tell you."

She scoffed. "You just don't know." She went back down the stairs and headed below deck.

"I told you," Gibbs tied off a rope and walked up to Jack. "It's bad luck to have a woman on board. Even a miniature one."

"And I told you," Jack answered. "She's no miniature woman. She's a little demon."

"Beg pardon sir, but..." Jack looked at him with confusion and curiosity. Gibbs shrugged. "she is a Sparrow."

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"All right, Jack, what do you want?" Will asked the next morning as he climbed on the Pearl. "What was so important you had to come find me." Every crew member of the Pearl was on deck, and preparing her to sail. Except for Gibbs and the little girl standing next to Jack.

"We want to know where the ship is." Rosemary said aggressively, folding her arms.

"Rosemary," Jack tapped her on the head.

"What?" She had no fear of the Captain, that was obvious. She seemed to be a very different girl than the shy, softspoken one that Will had met on the beach yesterday.

"Why don't you go...over there?" Jack pointed towards his quarters.

"You said all hands on deck. I'm a part of this crew."

"So you are. ...Mr. Gibbs!"

"Aye, Cap'n! Sorry, Miss." Gibbs had to drag her away. She put up a good fight, though.

"All right now, William, let's talk." Jack put an arm around Will's shoulders. "...You, being the captain of the Flying Dutchman, are the sea."

"So?"

"So, being the sea, you must know about a ship called the Queen Anne's Revenge."

Will froze. "I've heard of it."

"Where did she run aground?"

Will pushed Jack's arm off his shoulder. "Why do you want to know?"

It was Jack's turn to freeze. "No reason."

"Well, no, I don't know."

"You're lying."

"But so are you. Why should I trust you?"

"Me? I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly...stupid."

"You're making fun of me." Will smiled.

"Oh, no no no. I learned myself a lesson the last time I made fun of the Captain of the Flying Dutchman." Jack looked off in the distance. "Damn jar of dirt was empty."

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