Author's Note: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. Thank Disney for that. I do own Salena Chavez/Charlotte Darkhawk, Marina Chavez, Jacob Beckett, and Dakota Beckett.

"So what? You're working for Beckett now?" Norrington asked.

"For the moment, Wolf, for the moment."

"What's Beckett's new name?" Charlie paused in her musing.

"Fox. Now I have Fox, Bear, and Wolf." He leaned against the railing.

"Picking up some new recruits?"

"Perhaps. I'll probably stop by Port Royale on the way back home. Pick up a few supplies, maybe a case of wine and some animals."

"Not stopping by Tortuga for recruits?"

"Ha! With this name? If I walked into Tortuga, everyone would stop and run."

"So if I walked into Tortuga, they'd stop and run?" Suddenly Beckett was in their conversation. Charlie let out a very un-feminine snort.

"If you walked into Tortuga with your name, they'd shoot you on sight."

"And why is that? What is it you have that I don't?" Beckett was growing agitated.

"A reputation for sniping pirates, and the Armada to back you up, and a few feminine wiles and a pretty dress." The last statement cause Norrington to stifle a few chuckles, earning him a glare from Beckett.

"It's not feminine wiles. It's prestige and power and…"

"And you can stow it because I'm not listening to you blabber on about something you don't even know." She seemed unfazed by his position and anger.

"How DARE you? I am Lord Beckett."

"Yari, yari, yari. Yeah, I know. Lord Cutler Henry Beckett, duly appointed representative of his majesty, the King of England, and lord of the East India Trading Company, which isn't much to speak of."

"And you?" Charlie didn't hesitate. She picked him up by his collar and slammed him against the mast. For a girl, she was pretty strong.

"I am Salena Chavez, the sister of Marina Chavez and the second queen of Spain. I am the Lord, or rather Lady, of the Spanish Armada. I control all the military forces in Spain, and I own the South Storm Trading Company. Consider yourself duly put back into place. The Endeavor… is under my command." And with that she dropped Beckett into a quivering heap on the deck. Everybody including Beckett was once again staring at her wide-eyed.

"Oi! Get BACK to work, you slimy git, or I SHALL send you to the locker myself." Her use of language and fervent shouting startled everyone, and as she looked over to the Dutchman to see Mercer and Jones both staring at her, as well. "Got to do what you got to do, mates." Davy Jones just shook his head.

"That's one girl I don't mess with," he said, turning to Mercer. The said man just rolled his eyes.

"There's not a person that can outsmart Lord Beckett. Nor one that can match him in strength."

"Your Lord Beckett hasn't pulled a blade on anybody. Seems he's a might bit of a coward." Unfortunately, Beckett heard that and in his rage, spat.

"I AM NOT A COWARD!" Charlie lost it and broke out into laughter.

"Oh that's a good one. Come up with that all by your onesies, did ya?" This statement infuriated Beckett.

"You've crewed with Sparrow before. That dog."

"Ha! I mean, old Jackie boy has crewed with me."

"Jack Sparrow? Crewed with you?" Beckett spluttered in rage.

"Yes, that would be correct. Jack and Teague Sparrow, the father-son duo crewed with me. He crewed with me until he stole the Crown's jewels, and I had a mind to send 'im straight to Davy myself."

The statement was something Jones perked up at.

"Why didn't ya send the Sparra over?"

"I would have. Till he run off on me and took my leading flagship. Then I had to go chase him 'round the coast of the Caribbean."

"Oh. Is the Endeavor really under your command? Prove to us you are who you say you are." Mercer commanded. Charlie dropped the fun facade and stopped all fun and games. She pulled out a pistol.

"You are…" She shot without even looking, and the bullet hit a crew member straight between the eyes. "Annoying," She finished, not even bothering to check to body. "And now he's dead. Don't you remember me, Ian?" Mercer looked outraged.

Beckett looked perturbed.

"You just killed my best man."

"I didn't realize you were getting married." Charlie retorted, a bit of prankster showing.

"That's not what I meant and you know it, Ms. Chavez."

"It's Queen Chavez to you, Lord Beckett." Charlie smirked in his direction.

"I WILL NOT TOLERATE YOUR IMPUDENCE, FOOL!" Beckett pulled his sword in rage.

"You have a short temper for a man of your stature." She mindlessly pulled her own blade.

"And I expect you to face me when you're fighting me." Charlie looked to Beckett in surprise.

"Who said I'm fighting?" He started, and she took the opportunity to catch the braiding on the edge of the sword and jerk it out of his grip. "This is a fine sword. I expect Master Turner was blacksmith?" Beckett was furious.

"That's not a fair fight!"

"Oh? Pity."

"You will never find a husband with the way you act." Beckett stated plainly. Charlie looked to him, again in surprise.

"I'm not out husband-hunting. I'm looking for love." He was startled.

"I don't believe in love."

"No, obviously not. You're too proper for that. Ditch the wig and the clothes and the attitude, and you might hook yourself a nice gal in Tortuga, if you're lucky. That is… only if you're lucky. You definitely won't get a gal with class." Someone swung aboard the Endeavor from Jones' ship.

"Oi, Sal! Is this guy bothering you?" A very opposite version of Beckett sauntered over. He was extremely well-built and tall, but still sported the classic Beckett features.

"No, Jacob, but thank you for your concern. Lord Beckett… meet Lord Beckett. I assume you two know each other?"

"Cutler. Yeah, I know the twig, commonly known as my younger brother." Cutler shot Jacob a dirty glare at this statement.

"How do you know my troublesome brother?" He asked Salena.

"Your "troublesome" brother works for the queens of Spain. And besides, I know your family. There was a bit of bad blood between my parents and your parents, but… the king of England actually tried to resolve that little issue by arranging marriage between me and Dakota Beckett."

"You and Dakota?" Beckett looked horrified.

"Yeah, that didn't work out. My sister fell in love with him and they got married. And had kids… troublesome kids. And then there's bad blood between me and Dakota. He insists on taking over my company, so he can teach his son business. His son is like six. I personally would not teach a six year-old business." Jacob looked peeved.

"Kids… they had kids. Why couldn't they have horses?"

"Horses are my department. His majesty doesn't like them." This earned another disgusted sound from Jacob.

"You don't want kids, Jacob?" Cutler addressed his brother curtly.

"I, personally, don't mind. Not mine anyways. My wife and I beg to differ on Dakota's children because they're spoiled brats."

"You're married." It was more like a statement than a question. Cutler pursed his lips together in a thin line.

"Yes. I have three of the little monsters running around. All under the age of five."

"Yeah… you could be like my father and cart me and my sister off to Port Royale in hopes of giving us an education on proper etiquette." The last three words were said with something akin to disdain.

"Obviously, it didn't work," Cutler muttered under his breath.

"I think your brother is funny." Salena chuckled.

"He wasn't meaning to be." Jacob chided.

"Yeah, that's what makes it funny. And what makes me an even better business-woman."

"Women don't belong in the business world. In fact, woman and business don't belong in the same sentence." Cutler smirked.

"First of all, that's a contradiction. You just put those two words in the same sentence. And secondly, as much as I'd like to chit-chat, um…" She pointed over her shoulder without even looking back. "Maelstrom." Like out of the blue, it started pouring down raining. Cutler cursed under his breath.

She looked over to the Dutchman to find Davy fuming in his rage. "Be still, Davy. It's not the end of the world… yet."

"They've released Calypso. This world is doomed."

"No, Davy. She is safe. They cannot release her without the nine pieces of eight, and they do not have mine." Salena reprimanded him gently. "Stopping jumping to conclusions."

"My apologies, Salena. Your ship… is ready."

"Ja ne, boys." And with her farewell, she dove in the stormy waters.

"She's mad," Cutler said, his eyes widening. Jacob stood at the railing.

"No, she does that every time. Watch."

Suddenly a massive ship the size of the Endeavor rose out of the water beside the Dutchman. Dripping wet with the sea water, Salena rode the helm proudly. The red lettering was bitterly embossed onto the side of the ship, reading Outlaw Queen. Cutler sucked in his breath. The ship was huge, but she was also beautiful. Her words rang through his head. "It's on, cutie." Cutler actually found himself mildly blushing. Could the kid of so many years ago turn into this beautiful woman?