A/N: So previously I've only used first person, present tense. But I'm trying to reach out and use the things I'm not as comfortable with. So, sorry about this rather sudden change to third person, past tense but I hope you'll bear with me...

Elizabeth had Joss stay aboard when they arrived in Tortuga. But she took both Will and Marik so neither one would get into trouble or bother the poor girl. Something Joss silently thank her for. She really needed just a moment to herself. Every since the whole drama between the two overly protective boys, the two had been arguing non stop. And it was all becoming very annoying for Joss. It created quite a headache, which was not helped by the surprise of finding out her mother was a goddess of the ocean.

After wandering the ship for a few minutes, Joss decided to catch up on some sleep. It had been a really long week. She settled into her bed, drawing the scratchy blanket up to her chin and letting the calm rocking of the ship lull her to sleep. A few minutes of her quiet peaceful breathing passed and a light chuckle emanated through the cabin.

"Oh what a sweet angel." The God who stepped from the shadows looked at the sleeping girl with interest. He'd been waiting for Marik to lead him to the girl, however unintentionally on the boys part. He just had to be patient. And patience rewarded him with this girl. This sleeping beauty. He smirked and touched his warm fingers to her cheek. He'd waited so long, but now his wait was over. He would finally have revenge for what Calypso did to him.

He picked the small girl up, remarking at how little she was for a demigod. She seemed like a child. No older than a toddler. But if she was anything like her mother, than he couldn't take chances. With a wave of his wrist a portal opened to a desert land, someplace Calypso wouldn't be able to get him, or her daughter. On the other side of the temple a boy Marik's age stood waiting for his master to return. He scurried forward to take the kid that the man brought back.

"Master Noah." the boy said obediently as he took the girl into his arms. "This is Calypso's kid?" he asked incredulously, also noting how tiny she was.

"She is. Take her to her new chambers. And John," the boy looked from the sleeping girl to the intimidating man he served. "She is not to be disturbed." He warned. John swallowed hard and nodded. He hurried off with the girl and nodded to a guard he passed to follow. The guard opened the embellished door to the room they had prepared for the arrival of the demigoddess. John placed the girl in the bed and carefully tucked the blanket over her. It was odd, but he already felt protective of the little thing. Though he was sure she was older than she looked, he still liked how innocent she appeared.

"Master John?" The guard noticed the way the boy looked at her with interest. John looked reluctantly from the girl to the smirking guard. "Master Noah is waiting."

"Of course. No one gets in." John instructed and left proudly. He found his master in the study, apparently locked in deep thought. "She's still asleep."

"Good." John stood by awkwardly allowing Noah to think. But finally he had to say something.

"Sir you're not going to hurt her are you? To get back at Calypso?" Noah looked at John with a fierce anger in his eyes. It made John flinch.

"I never intended to harm the child. Besides the best way to get back at my old rival is not to kill her daughter, but to keep her as my own. It should be easy to get her on our side. Calypso has never been in any contact with her daughter, leaving her to flee from orphanages and merchants." Both John and Noah narrowed their eyes just thinking about the conditions Calypso left Joss in.

"Do you think your son will come for her?"

"I'm anticipating as much. Marik has always been a sucker for the mystical ones such as little Joss. Still, I'm having a hard time seeing her as mystical and not just a little girl." Noah said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. John too was having trouble picturing her as Calypso's daughter when she appeared so innocent and little.

"I'll be in my quarters master." John said awkwardly and left Noah alone.

BACK WITH THE OTHERS...

Marik was pacing Joss' room as Elizabeth searched around for clues. He was fairly certain of who took the girl, but he allowed Elizabeth a little peace of mind. She had to be doing something or she would feel like she was working contrary.

"I checked the ship again mum and again she's not there." Will returned from his scan with an annoyed anger on his voice. When they had returned from their shopping to find Joss' room empty, they all assumed she was off causing mayhem somewhere in the ship. But after several searches all over the vessel with no results, they were getting panicked. Joss wouldn't have just wandered off, they were sure. But who would want to take her?

"I'm telling you it was my dad." Marik had tried to tell them how his father had always hated Calypso but they were all so sure they could find her that they didn't listen. Now it appeared their options were growing smaller.

"Because he hated her mom?"

"Yes. Calypso is the Goddess of the Sea, my dad is the God of the Land. She had a daughter my dad had me, and Joss and I were always supposed to be together. But Calypso offered me a place in her family so I abandoned dad and he got super pissed about it." He couldn't help but roll his eyes. His father had always been a little whiny drama king. Seriously this was ridiculous. Will apparently agreed as he muttered some less than flattering words under his breath at the "God of Land".

"How are we supposed to find the god of land?" Elizabeth interjected.

"I can find him. But I'll need help to get in and get Joss back." The words had hardly left his mouth when Will perked up.

"I'll go with you." Both Marik and Elizabeth looked at the boy.

"I was thinking more along the line of the Sea Goddess that gave birth to her...but hey you can do the heavy lifting I guess." Marik shrugged, pulling out his locket and leaving the mother and son to discuss his recent volunteerism.

"Will I know you think you've seen a lot, what with having the acting Davy Jones as your father...but this is serious stuff honey. Are you sure you want to mess with it?" Elizabeth asked, putting her hand on Will's shoulder. He looked at his mother with a cold determination in his eyes.

"Dad would do it for you. And I will do it for Joss." He vowed. She gave him a half a smile and sighed slightly.

"Just...try not to fight with Marik to much. And don't get hurt. Please." She hugged her son just as Marik returned looking immensely satisfied with himself.

"They didn't even try to shield the connection. Come on mommas boy." He nodded to Will, who muttered a little under his breath. Elizabeth could just barely hear his complaint about the stupid son of the most worthless god in existence. Elizabeth followed them to the deck where Marik chanted some weird spell that sounded like something Tia Dalma would say. Sure enough the clouds went dark and a wind rushed up, forming a circle around Will and Marik. The clouds turned to mist, sweeping along with the wind to surround the boys. When the mist cleared the boys were gone. Elizabeth lingered a while on deck, looking at the spot her son disappeared from.

"Bring her home Will. And come back safe."