A/N: Hi, Ihadthewholebeginningwrittenonmydad'slaptop, butthenitwentallmessedupandIwaitedreallylongformydadtofixitsoIcouldgetmyfilesback, buthekeptonprocrastinatingandnow... Well, Ifinallygotthemback! yay! Icouldn'tactuallyfindapropergownforthePolyvoreset, so... You'rejustgoingtohavetoimagineit. Sorry.

MODIFIED! THIS IS THE ORIGINAL VERSION!

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O c e a n s . o f . T i m e

-Lizzie-

I was wearing corset. A god damned corset, and it was trying to kill me by not allowing enough air to pass through my lungs.

"Still think this was a good idea?" I hissed at Zena, who was wearing a powder blue and deep purple version of my crimson and black gown.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," she said, gathering her skirts as she climbed a few stairs. I sighed before doing the same.

We were in Port Royal, home of the legions of lobster-men, with Jack. We were following him around the posh neighbourhoods and too-clean streets and I resisted the urge to gag every time we walked past someone, the smell of perfume overwhelming.

Jack was dressed somewhat properly and walked at my left with an arm lightly placed around my waist, as to not arise too much suspicion. After all, why would two ladies like me and Z be walking around with a man like him? Well, besides the fact that we're all pirates and we're looking for Sparrow's ally or friend.

"Ah, 'ere we ar'" he said as we arrived at a gigantic house. It looked suspiciously like a mansion to me, to be truthful.

"What kind of friend do you have that might live here?" I asked, standing on my tip-toes to peek through the door, but to no avail.

"Someone with a lot of money, that's for sure" Zena noted, grinning at me. I smirked back. I knew I would influence my sister in the ways of a pirate sooner or later, I just didn't expect her greed to come by so quickly.

"Up for a little raiding, lil sis?" I asked with a wink. Jack seemed to have a small freak-out moment.

"Don' ye be stealin' from 'tis 'ere house, savvy?" he hissed at us before knocking on the door. I just shrugged and winked at Zena again, who giggled a bit.

A woman opened the door, wearing a golden gown. Her hair was chestnut brown to match her eyes and pinned up high on her head. A diamond was hanging from her neck, suggesting she might be the owner of the house. Or, at least, married to the owner.

"'Ello, Lizzie," Jack said with a grin, wiggling his fingers at her in greeting.

"Jack! What are you doing here?" she asked, lowering her voice a bit. A boy walked up, looking to be about 6 or 7 years old, maybe a bit younger. He was dressed like a pirate.

"Mom? Who is it?" he asked, looking around her to see us.

"Will, go back to your room, I'll be there soon," she said, before ushering the boy away from the door and coming back.

"Ye be takin' good care o' th' whelp's son, me hope," Jack said, smiling wistfully as he looked at the kid bounding away.

"Go away, Jack. And take your wenches with you," she said, before she attempted to slam the door in our faces. Unfortunately for her, I had predicted the move and had stuck my foot in the door just in time. I held back a wince as the heavy door slammed on my foot and pushed it back open.

"For your information, Lizzie, I'm not a wench and neither is my sister. Jack came here to have a chat with you, and so he will," I said, spiting her name out like poison. I assumed it was Elizabeth, but seeing her face when I called her Lizzie was too tempting. I slammed the door open all the way and walked in, getting in her face as much as I could.

"Gabrielle, calm down. You know Jack; I'm not actually surprised she thought we were wenches," Z said, patting my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down. I just huffed and shrugged her hand off before returning to Jack's side.

A man soon walked up to us, wrapping his arms around Elizabeth's waist and kissing her neck lightly. I rose an eyebrow. The man surely didn't look like a whelp.

"Who is this, my dear?" he asked. I smirked and cut her off just as she was about to pass us off for something we're not.

"Old friends of Lizzie's. I'm Gabrielle Shadows, and this is my sister, Zena. This is my fiancé, Jack Sparrow," I said with a bright smile, holding my hand out for the man to shake.

"I'm Wayne Thorn, Elizabeth's husband. Surely you've heard of me?" he said, shaking our hands. I resisted the urge to giggle at his name. Wayne meant wagon-maker, and Thorn, well, it's kind of obvious.

"Unfortunately, mister Thorn, Elizabeth and I haven't been able to contact each-other for years now. I was unaware she had married and only managed to reach her through pure coincidence. Jack met with an old mutual friend and needed to have a chat with her, so I figured I would come along," I spun a believable tale easily, with a friendly smile on my face.

"Ah, well come on in! I'll have Elizabeth make you some tea, you must have come a long way to not have been capable of contacting her until now," he said. I nodded at him in thanks and stepped inside the house, continuing the conversation.

"Thank you very much, we are wary indeed. We've traveled a long way to meet again with Liz," I said while following him to the dining-room, leaving Jack and Zena with Elizabeth.

I continued distracting Wayne with made-up stories of my so-called 'travels', embellishing them while not giving anything away. Just enough to peak his curiosity while making him trust me a bit more so that I could gain information when I started asking questions.

"-and that's how I got away. Pirates, I tell you, filthy creatures. Oh, speaking of which, I saw your son earlier. The manner in which he dressed reminded me eerily of pirate-wear," I commented, furrowing my brows in mock confusion. Wayne sighed deeply.

"William isn't my son, unfortunately. I met dear Elizabeth when she was pregnant with the boy. She had been recently widowed, her previous husband having been a sailor that died at sea shortly after their wedding night. I fell in love with her instantly and wanted to be there for her and the child," he explained, and I nodded. For some reason, I had a feeling that the man wasn't telling me the truth, though I knew he wasn't lying.

Any person that Jack knows and is on good terms with surely can't be wholly good-hearted, so this 'sailor' must be a pirate. It was probably who Jack meant when he mentioned the 'whelp', which might mean that the man had recently become a pirate.

"I see. Will was a good man. Pity he came across those nasty pirates," I said, nodding solemnly. I didn't actually know the man's name, but I threw a wild guess, seeing as Elizabeth didn't seem the kind to be too imaginative for names.

"You knew him?" Wayne asked.

"Yes, he was a good friend of Jack's. I don't know much about him, personally. I only met him once before his ship was jumped by a bunch of pirates. Ever heard of Captain Hector Barbossa?" I asked.

Wayne Thorn shook his head, demonstrating his ignorance about the ways of Pirates.

"Well, he and his crew were the ones that did poor William in. Well, that's what I heard anyways," I said with a sigh.

"Pirates? Elizabeth never mentioned pirates, she said a storm sunk his ship," he argued with me. I gave him a funny look, then shook my head with a giggle.

"Silly Lizzie, she probably wanted to protect you. Or maybe she didn't want to frighten you. A storm, ha! Oh, well I guess the pirates are somewhat like a force of nature, so she wasn't completely lying," I giggled a bit more to make him calm down a bit.

"Why would she lie to me? We've been married for seven years!" he said, looking somewhat torn.

"Like I said, she probably just wanted to protect you, but, you know, she might have also been in denial. Never did like pirates, my dear Lizzie," I pretended to mull things over for a moment, before shrugging it off and smiling brightly at Wayne.

Just as Wayne was about to say something else, Jack came into the room, looking somewhat pissed.

"Oh, hi there love! How's it going?" I asked, smiling brightly at him. He blinked a few times before smiling fakely back at me.

"Wonderfully. Unfortunately, dear, we must be goin'," he said, nodding briefly at me before I heard a loud slap coming from the kitchen. Just then, I realized that the tea had never actually arrived and my sister had probably had a fit over something. Explosive temper, that little hell-cat had, once provoked.

"Hmm, I think that would be best. Zena, come on! I'm sorry, Wayne, but we really must be going. It was a pleasure to meet you," I said with a smile before Zena burst out of the kitchen in a hurry.

"No probs, lets go!" she said, practically flying out the door.

I followed her, picking up my skirts as I went so that I wouldn't trip and break my face as I ran.

We ran through the streets until we reached TheStorm again, at which point we ran across the gangplank and into our cabin.

"Think Jack was able to keep up?" I asked, gasping breaths between each words as my lungs burned slightly from exertion.

Zena giggled- well, as much as she could while being out of breath -and shook her head.

"Probably not," she said. We laughed together for a bit before sitting to wait for Jack to return.

"No clue. I don't even know if he's going to catch up. I don't remember him following us when we bolted out of Turner's house," she said with a small giggle.

"Wait. I thought her last name was Thorn?" I asked, looking up.

"Oh no, didn't you hear? Her first husband, William Turner, was the father of her child," she said.

"Oh yeah, I remember that. But he's dead, doesn't that kick him out of the picture?" I asked, looking over at her over my shoulder. She burst out laughing.

"Ah, I believe not. He's the new DavyJones, since he killed the original. 10 years at sea, one day on land, that's the deal. On his 'one day' he knocked Lizzie up, I'm guessing, and I think he'll get quite the surprise in 3 years when she doesn't show up. Or, hell maybe she'll show up with that new husband of hers to break things off officially with William," she explained, leaving me shocked.

"Wait wait wait, recap. Davy Jones can die? How?" I asked in disbelief. Shit, did that mean I had just lost my favorite threat? I was now in the right century to use it too! I changed quickly into new clothing before Zena could answer.

"Yeah, you know the legend that he carved out his heart and stuffed it in a chest? It's true. Will found the chest with the help of jack and stabbed the heart because he had been stabbed and was dying and is now the new Captain of the Flying Dutchman, therefor the new Davy Jones," Zena explained, watching me as I pulled out a camera from my bag. I felt like it was the right time to take a few pictures.

"Smile!" I said to Z as I snapped a shot of her with wide eyes.

"You brought a camera?" she asked in disbelief. I giggled a bit before nodding.

"Yeah, cool huh? Well, technically, mom sneaked it in when she thought we weren't looking, but whatever," I said with a small chuckle. At that moment, the door burst open and Jack waltzed in like he owned the place. Which, come to think of it, he technically did, seeing as this was a near-perfect replica of his ship; the BlackPearl. But he didn't need to know that, of course.

"Ah, Capt'n Shadows. It seems like ye have a new addition to yer crew," Jack said, smirking lightly before nodding at the door. I rose an eyebrow and looked out the door, surprised to see Elizabeth and her son, William.

"Sparrow! What the hell is she doing here?" I hissed at him getting in his face with a deep glare.

"Who? Who's here?" Zena asked, peeking through the door.

She gasped when she, no doubt, spotted Elizabeth and her child.

"Why did she bring the kid? A pirate ship is no place for a child," she said with an angry tone of voice. I shot her an odd look as she stepped out of the cabin, looking extremely pissed. I knew that look, it was like the one I got whenever someone laughed at me.

"Oh dear god," I mumbled, running after her.

"Zena, Zena stop! Don't do something stupid!" I called after her, grabbing her around the waist to stop her from killing Elizabeth. Why I would want to do that was beyond me, but the child still needed his mother and I couldn't just drop him off with his father.

His father was the new Davy Jones after all.

"No! Let me go! I'm going to throw her overboard!" she shouted, struggling in my arms.

"That's exactly why I'm not letting you go," I said reasonably, dragging her back to Jack and shoving her in his arms, where she started struggling even more. He just gave me a confused look and held her while I marched up to Elizabeth.

"You heard her question. And statement. Now justify yourself, before I kick you off my ship," I said, my voice deadly calm. I stood about two to three inches shorter than her, at 5'5", but I looked a hell of a lot more menacing than she did. I had practice, back in the 21st century. This bitch had nothing on me.

Elizabeth pursed her lips.

"I couldn't just leave him with Wayne, my Will deserves to meet his real father," she said. I blinked a few times trying to process this.

"Are you serious? You can't possibly have thought that was a good reason to bring a child aboard a pirate ship. You only have two to three years before the ten years is up. Before the brand new Davy Jones can come ashore again. And besides, have you ever been on a pirate ship before? Do you have any idea what it's like?" I hissed. Of course, I didn't have much of a clue either, but judging by what I had seen so far, it wasn't very... Child-approved.

How could a mother willingly bring her child into this kind of world?

"Jack said he needed my help getting his ship back from Barbossa. Again," she said, shooting him a dirty look. I rolled my eyes at her.

"I got that. But you didn't need to bring the kid aboard with you," I said, looking over to Gibbs who had decided to stay on my crew for the moment.

"Mister Gibbs, take the boy and bring him to my cabin. Please," I asked, turning away from Elizabeth to face my sister.

"Aye, Capt'n" he said, taking the kid by the hand and leading him away from him mom. The boy was currently gushing over the amount of pirates around him, and I couldn't really blame him. I was freaking out inside too.

"Jack? You're now my second in command. Good job. Now, I'd like to get this ship sailing as soon as possible, far far away from the annoying redcoats," I ordered. He nodded, a twisted smile on his face. Zena was still shouting profanities at Lizzie.

I climbed on the side of the ship, holding on tightly to a mast while I cleared my throat.

"So here's the deal!" I shouted over the loud noise of all the pirates gathering, "I'm your Captain and my sister over there, freaking out, she's your Captain too. However, there's a little issue that needs to be taken care of, so you'll be listening to whatever Jack says," I said, pointing over to said person.

I then jumped off the railing back onto my ship, grabbed my sister, and headed for the cabin.

"Zena, calm down. We can drop her off at Tortuga and keep the kid, since his mom is obviously unable to care for him," i said, pulling my sister into my arms and holding her tight so she'd calm down. She nodded her agreement.

"Wait a moment, don't I get a say in this?" I heard a small voice ask. Me and Zena both turned to stare at the little William, who looked a bit offended. I only blinked, but Z wrestled herself out of my grip to crouch in front of the child.

"Of course you do, kitten," she said softly, smiling at Will.