"Captain, we've be sailing for weeks now wit no luck. We destroyed countless ships. Dis' venture be impossible. We need a new plan" Bartholomew Roberts' first mate, Shaman, advised. Shaman was a tall, older pirate with little hair on his head; unlike his face were he had a full on beard. His skin was darker and he was dressed on the nicer side as well as Roberts.

"Well, what other ideas do you have? If there is a faster way to do this then please, by all means tell me!"

Shaman was quiet for a moment. "Do you suppose Elizabeth Swann is any relation to Lord Alexander Swann?"

Roberts glared at him. "Who?" He said with anger in his voice.

"E…Elizabeth Swann, Sir. She's the pirate king. She's married to Will Turner I believe; the man who killed Jones. Davy Jones"

"You knew about this! How long? We've been searching for weeks, as you were complaining about just seconds ago, and yet you failed to tell me!"

"I didn't think of it 'til now" Shaman was trembling with fear in his voice and his face.

Roberts pulled the pirate close, holding him by the neck line of his shirt. Shaman instinctively put his hands on Roberts. He held a sword underneath his chin.

"You better hope we find her" He slowly took Shaman's hand, held it by the wrist, and looked at it for a moment. With no warning, Roberts Swiftly swung his sword at the hand, cutting it off where the wrist ended.

Shaman's eyes were wide. "Ahhhhh!" He screamed and held his wrist in his hand.

"You didn't remember about Elizabeth Swann at first, now you won't forget again"

The first mate quickly tore off a piece of his shirt and placed it over the wound, then ran off to clean and care for it.

Roberts thought for a moment before shouting, "To Tortuga!" Then he looked down at the floor and saw Shaman's bloody hand. He grimaced at it then kicked it over board.

--

Elizabeth and Will were lying in bed the next morning after a romantic and passionate night together. Her head was resting on his bare chest and he was stroking her hair. They kept silent; just enjoying being with each other.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Elizabeth exclaimed breaking the silence. She got up and wrapped a blanket around her. She walked across the room to where her coat had been discarded, her bare feet cold against the ground. She took out the golden pocket watch and handed it to Will. "I found that when we were on Deity Island. It was buried under the sand"

"I thought I'd never see it again. Two fools in my crew stole it then dropped it into the ocean."

Elizabeth looked at him with wide eyes. "They stole it? God, I know they're pirates, but it seems a little odd that they would steal it when they can't do anything with it"

"Gibbs mate! Fetch me some bloody rum!" They heard Jack yell up on the deck.

"I should probably go check with Jack to see where we are in finding Roberts. Stay here; get some rest. The past couple months must have been extremely tiring for you" She sighed.

"Not as much as you'd think. But yes, I am a little" He got back into bed as Elizabeth walked up to talk to Jack, who was at the wheel.

"How are we doing so far? With looking for Roberts, I mean"

"We're heading towards him" He said not looking away.

Elizabeth noticed Deity Island, not too far from them. "It doesn't look like we've gotten very far. We left last night; how come we're not farther from the island?"

"After you and Will went to your room," he paused and winked at her, which caused her to roll her eyes, "we decided to go ahead and rebury the stones. So Barbossa and I went. So we didn't leave until a couple hours ago"

"Speaking of Barbossa, where is he?" She asked looking around, but not seeing him.

"Well, I suggested that we split up so it would go faster. I came back quickly and he wasn't here yet, so I left him there"

"Jack!" She screamed. "You marooned Barbossa? What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? Barbossa is the one that has the problem; he's the one that fell for it!"

"What happens when we go back to the island to bring Calypso Roberts? We have to deal with Barbossa and we have to find the stones…again!"

"Well I needed a reason to get him back on that island. Besides, I made a little map of where they're hidden, it will go a lot faster then my little compass here"

Elizabeth shook her head and laughed at Jack before walking back down to her room.

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A few days past and Roberts was still headed to Tortuga. However, he didn't exactly know how to get there, for he mostly sailed near Mexico. He had only been to Tortuga a few times, but he knew enough to figure Elizabeth would end up there sometime if she sailed around there. They were sailing around with the less than useless map they had acquired when they passed and island with a fire burning. Roberts peaked through his eye glass to see a man on the island, a familiar man.

"Oh my god. Sail to the island!" He commanded.

"But Cap'n" One of the men said.

"I said sail to the island!" He commanded again, this time in a harsh voice. The pirates did as told.

When they were close enough, Roberts and another man took a small row boat to the island to see the man.

"Hector Barbossa, it's been too long" Roberts said once he walked on to shore and up to the man.

"Aye, too long indeed…Bartholomew Roberts"

"How did you get here?"

"Jack Sparrow" Barbossa spat out.

"Jack Sparrow. He's quite familiar with Elizabeth Swann, isn't he?"

"Arr, that be true. He be sailin with her looking for ye. And a little birdie told me you be lookin for them"

"Who told you? And what do you mean they're looking for me?" Roberts questioned as he eyes Barbossa suspiciously.

"Calypso told me. And I mean exactly what I said. They be lookin for ye"

"Calypso? The sea goddess? What's going on?" He demanded.

"As you probably know, Davy Jones is no more. Will Turner, Elizabeth's husband, took his place. She wants to save him and she found a way. She came here, summoned Calypso, and begged her to release him. She said she would…if you took his place"

"That's preposterous! There isn't a chance in the world that I would do such a thing"

"Weather it is or not, she's gonna fight ye for it"

"Then I must fight back. And you are going help"

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Yeah, yeah, I know this is short. But I'm tired and I'm tired of writing this, so I'm gonna take a break. I have a new idea for a story that I REALLY wanna right. I'm getting kinda bored of writing these fics that took place a long time ago. So I'm gonna write my first modern Willabeth fic. Don't worry, I'll continue this another time. Thanks for reading!