The clatter of chains and manacles sounded throughout Port Royal. There were no complaints, no shouts, no pleas as the dirty women and men took steps closer to their doom. An officer was shouting out why they had been put here, even though they had already known.

A young boy, no older than ten, made it to the platform, quietly glancing up from his feet to the high noose above. Men and women were on either side of him, their necks already in nooses.

He started to sing quietly, looking down at the silver coin in his hands. "The king and his men, stole the queen from her bed, and bound her in her bones. The sea be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we'll roam," he sang, gradually getting louder as the executioner placed him on top of a barrel he had just gotten and he put the noose around the child's neck.

"Yo, ho, all hands hoist the colors high," the man beside him sang quietly.

"Heave, ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die!" the rest of the pirates started to sing along. "Yo, ho, all together," the ones in the line started to stomp their feet, glaring at the soldiers. The soldiers glanced around at each other, unsure of what to do. "Hoist the colors high!"

"Lord Beckett!" Groves said as he ran up to him. "They've…started to sing, sir."

"Finally," was the only response Beckett gave him, not caring whether or not Groves understood what he meant by that.

"Never shall we die," the boy sang quietly as the others continued to sing and he eyed the silver coin in his chained hand.

The executioner pulled the lever.

A small boat paddled through the misty waters of Singapore, going underneath walkways in which some soldiers passed by. Elizabeth Swann sat on that boat, rowing and quietly singing as she glanced around her surroundings.

"The bell has been rung from its watery grave; hear it? A call to all, pay heed the squall, and turn your sails toward home. Yo ho, hoist the colors high," she sang quietly as she got off the boat and hooked it up. She looked to her right as she started to walk and continued to sing. "Yo, ho, thieves-"

"And beggars, never shall we die," a Chinese man hissed as he emerged from the shadows, accompanied by two others. "That's a dangerous song to sing, particularly for a woman. Particularly for a woman alone."

"What makes ye think that she's alone?" a voice came from their left and everyone turned to see Captain Hector Barbossa walking down the stairs.

"You protect her?" the Chinese man asked with raised eyebrows, only to have Elizabeth come up from behind, her knife at his neck.

"What makes you think I need protecting?" she hissed and Barbossa calmly finished his journey down the stairs.

"Yer master be expectin' us, and an unexpected death would cast a slight pall on our meetin'," he said and Elizabeth released the Chinese man hesitantly, pushing him slightly. Soldiers passed by on the walkway above them, causing everyone to freeze and put their backs against the wall. Once the soldiers were gone, they quickly exited into a passage.

Shells, or at least that was what they looked like, emerged from the murky waters, revealing the small crew; Pintel, Ragetti, Gibbs, Marty, Cotton, and Rose. They dropped their bamboo straws they had used to breathe through and they all approached a sewer gating, standing up and leaning against it. Pintel was looking down at Rose's chest, for her tank was wet from the water, earning himself a loud slap. Up above, the sound of music was heard and Gibbs nodded as everyone started to saw through the gate.

Barbossa and Elizabeth followed the Chinese men to Sao Feng's liar through the crowded streets of Singapore. The Chinese man, known as Tai Huang, knocked on a large door and someone on the other side opened a slit in the door.

"Hoi," Tai said and the door swung open, allowing everyone inside. Once inside, they walked through a long hallway, full of closed doors. Elizabeth kept on glancing around her surroundings while Barbossa kept his head held high, looking straight ahead. Tai turned around once they made it to the end of the hallway, and they couldn't see what was beyond, for Tai blocked the entrance.

"Remove, please," he said and Barbossa removed his weapons, placing them on a table to his far left, where some soldiers were standing. Elizabeth merely placed the knife in which she had threatened Tai earlier with on the table. Glancing over at Barbossa, she shrugged and took a step forth to enter the room, only to have Tai raise his hand.

"You think that just because she is a woman, that we do not suspect her of treachery?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, looking at Barbossa.

"Well, when you put it that way," Barbossa responded with a smile and Tai looked back at Elizabeth.

"Remove, please," he said and Elizabeth let out a wordless huff, throwing off her hat and tossing it aside. She then removed her coat to reveal a leather harness full of bombs and guns. Removing the harness itself, she tossed it roughly at a soldier by the table and he caught it with a grunt. She took a bomb out of her pocket, tossing it in her hand a few times before placing it on the table. Looking like she was finished, she paused for a moment, raising an index finger before reaching out and pulling something out from behind. Barbossa glanced over at her behind curiously, wondering how that had managed to fit as Elizabeth put the gun on the table. She was about to step inside until Tai raised his hand, smirking slyly.

"Remove, please," he said cheekily, looking down at her pants and she looked up at him, her mouth open.

They walked into the room, Elizabeth glancing around at the men in tubs of warm water, surrounded by rocks. They reached the end of the room to see a puff of steam rising and a man turned around as the steam vanished. He was a Chinese man with a long mustache and a long beard. Large scars were on the side of his bald side and he took in a deep breath. Barbossa bowed deeply and when Elizabeth didn't, he gestured her to do the same, which she did a moment later.

"Captain Barbossa. Welcome to Singapore," Sao Feng greeted before glancing over at his servants behind him. "More steam," he said and one of the servants nodded, pulling on a rope which caused steam to rush up to his feet and up to the ceiling a moment later. "I hear that you have a proposal for me," he said as he looked back over at Barbossa, who was now straightened up along with Elizabeth.

"Aye, I be goin' on a venture of a sort, and I will be needin' a ship and a crew."

"This is an odd coincidence," Sao said, scratching his bald head thoughtfully with his long, sharp black nails.

"Is it because you happen to have an available ship and crew?" Elizabeth questioned and Sao shook his head as he walked off to one of his soldiers.

"No. You see, a thief broke in earlier today and tried to make off with these," he said, taking something that was rolled up from the soldier, showing it to Elizabeth and Barbossa. "The navigational charts. Wouldn't it be silly if your venture took you somewhere out of this world?"

Barbossa faked a smile. "It would strange credulity at that," he said and without another word, Sao gestured for the men at the other side. They were standing next to a tub of water and they pulled someone out of it, revealing a drenched William Turner. He gasped for air as Elizabeth and Barbossa looked to see him tied up to a pole, one that would be hooked up to a string and bucket to grab water from a well.

"This," Sao said as he walked toward Will, "is the thief. Do you recognize him?" he asked, glancing over at Barbossa and Elizabeth, both of whom shook their heads. "Then I guess we have no need for him," Sao said and he raised his dagger, leaning in closer to Will to make his kill.

"No!" Elizabeth gasped, unable to help it as she put her hands to her mouth and Sao paused for a moment, turning back around to face the two.

"So, you come into my city, and betray my hospitality."

"Sao Feng I assure you-" Barbossa started.

"THAT HE WOULD GET CAUGHT?" Sao shouted angrily, pointing at Will and Barbossa closed his mouth. "You intend to make a journey to Davy Jones' locker. What is it there that you seek?" he questioned and Barbossa tossed him a silver coin, which Sao caught. Blowing on it, he put it to his ear to hear an eerie high pitched noise. His face contorted as Barbossa spoke.

"The song has been sung. The Brethren Court must meet and as one of the nine pirate lords, ye must take the call."

"More steam," Sao said quietly and even though the servant had pulled on the rope, no steam came. "More steam!" he shouted, whirling around to face her as she pulled on the rope. This time, luckily, steam rose up and Sao turned back around to face Barbossa.

Underneath their very feet, the small crew was bustling around, handing weapons to each other. Ragetti snickered as he looked through the wooden floor board, of which Elizabeth was standing on without any pants.

"Look!" he said to Pintel, who came over and peeked through. However, Elizabeth was arguing with Sao, and a fat Chinese man was now standing where she was moments ago. Pintel made a disgusted face, looking away as Ragetti gave him two thumbs up.

"The most notorious pirates from around the world are gathering, and yet here you are, cowering in your bath water!" Elizabeth ended her rant, looking utterly revolted by Sao, who was now in front of her, for she had taken steps forth. Sao raised his eyebrows, smirking slightly as he stepped toward her and she took a small step back, realizing what she had done.

"Elizabeth Swann," Sao said as he circled around her. "There is more to you than meets the eye. And the eye does not go wanting," he said, leaning in closer to her and Will moved a bit, his eyebrows furrowing. "But I cannot help but notice," he said as he took a few steps back, back onto his platform. "You have failed to answer my question: What do you seek in Davy Jones' locker?" he asked Barbossa.

"Jack Sparrow," Will answered as Barbossa opened his mouth and the girls behind Sao giggled, quickly stopping once Sao looked back at them. "He's one of the pirate lords."

Sao rubbed his fingers against the back of his head as he walked down the platform, his eyebrows furrowed. "The only reason I would want Jack Sparrow to come back from the dead would be so I could bring him back MYSELF!" he snarled, kicking a pole.

"Jack Sparrow holds one of the nine pieces of eight. 'E failed ta pass it ta a successor before 'e died. We must go and get 'im back," Barbossa said, taking a few steps toward Sao. Sao looked at the shirtless man in front of him, who was shaking a bit and he raised an eyebrow as he saw the large tattoo on the man's back ooze away.

"So," Sao said sourly. "You admit you have deceived me," he said and Barbossa furrowed his eyebrows confusedly. "WEAPONS!" he shouted and every man in the room unsheathed their swords. Barbossa took a few steps back, next to Elizabeth.

"Sao Feng, I assure you, our intentions be strictly honorable," Barbossa said and without a warning, swords popped out from the floorboards. Barbossa and Elizabeth caught them, one in each hand. Barbossa looked at the swords in his hands before looking over at Sao, smiling as if he knew nothing of this. Angry, Sao grabbed the man in front of him, holding the sword to his neck.

"Drop your weapons! Or I kill the man!"

"Kill 'im, 'e's not our man," Barbossa said and Sao looked confused, as did everyone else.

"If he's not with you, and he's not with us," Will started as Barbossa twirled around, glancing around. "Who's he with?"

Soldiers came bursting into the room, shots firing, and the Chinese man who Sao had a hold of was let go, shouting as he faced his comrades. The clashing of swords and pistols were shot as everyone started to fight. Elizabeth slashed her sword through uniformed men until she reached Will, who was fighting his way out of the pole. Quickly slashing her sword through the ropes, he was freed and she quickly handed him one of her swords. Mercer walked in and he aimed his pistol at Elizabeth, who widened her eyes. Will grabbed her, pulling her down and the bullet instead hit one of the servant girls, one of which had continued to pull on the rope for the steam that Sao had ordered for. Her sister, the other servant girl, let out a wordless growl, glaring at Mercer, who was now walking off.

A bomb exploded from underneath the floor boards and was followed by the crew that came out, roaring with their weapons raised. Marty ran out last and he was holding a huge pistol, one as big as him, and he shot but was flung back.

Running out of the building, Barbossa turned around, laughing as he shot pistols at a few soldiers, all of which fell to the ground. People of Singapore ran through the streets, screaming in fear.

"It's an odd coincidence that the East India Trading Company finds me the day you show up in Singapore," Sao hissed as he rammed Will against the wall in a small hut, his sword near his neck.

"It's a coincidence only," Will said as he got out of Sao's grip and he put his knife to Sao's neck. Neither were aware of Mercer crouched over, behind a couple of boxes, aiming his gun toward Sao. "If you want to make a deal with Beckett, you'll need what I offer," he said and Mercer paused for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You cross Barbossa; you're willing to cross Jack Sparrow. Why should I expect any better?"

"I need the Black Pearl to free my father," Will said, taking a small step back and Sao relaxed. "You're helping me to get it."

Barbossa stabbed the soldier in front of him, laughing as he plopped down. "Thank ye Jack!" he shouted to his pet monkey, who had set off the fireworks and the monkey laughed, the parrot beside him squawking. He started to walk off toward the docks and he noticed a soldier coming up from behind a redhead. Realizing who she was, he whipped out his pistol and shot him at the same time Rose stabbed him. He fell over as she pulled her sword out, revealing Barbossa from behind. She raised an eyebrow at him, turning back around and walking off.

"Did ye kill all of 'em?" he asked as he followed her, glancing down at the many dead bodies as he followed her in the small lane.

"Yeah," she grumbled, not bothering to glance over at him.

"Ah, by the way, 'ere ye go," Barbossa said, not seeing her confused expression as he tossed her a shirt, which landed on her head. Taking it, she let out an annoyed sigh, this time glancing back at Barbossa, looking a bit agitated.

"You've got to be joking me."

"I ain't jokin' lass, 'cause if I were, ye'd be laughing," he said with a grin and she rolled her eyes, turning around and continuing to walk. Barbossa caught up to her and walked beside her. "Ye ain't showin' that much flesh anymore," he huffed, glancing down at her tank and she glared at him.

"I'll wear whatever I want!" she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Not with me around, lass."

"You're not the boss of me."

"I be yer Captain," he said in a matter of a fact tone and she snapped her head toward him, her eyebrows furrowed.

"You sure as hell are NOT my Captain!" she hissed angrily and he raised an eyebrow. "Jack Sparrow is my Captain, not you!"

"Well Jack Sparrow ain't around is 'e, lass?" Barbossa snarled and she didn't respond, looking away. "Now wear that damn shirt, it wasn't free."

"I'm not going to wear it now!" she huffed. "Nor am I ever!"

He sighed. "Ye never wore anythin' so revealin' when ye were on the Black Pearl," he pointed out and she pursed her lips.

"Jackie bought me this," she grumbled, looking down at her rather revealing tank and she smiled. "That's why I wear it."

"Well I bought ye that shirt," he said, pointing to the one he had tossed her, which she now held in her hands. "So ye wear it."

"I'm not wearing anything you bought me, you damn betrayer!" she snapped and Barbossa furrowed his eyebrows, leaning in a bit closer to her.

"Do we 'ave ta discuss this again? Ye should be-"

"Will!" Rose squealed, ignoring Barbossa as she ran up to him, not seeming to care about the men standing behind him. She opened her arms to hug him but stopped mid-stride, looking at his soaked clothing. "I'll hug you when you're not wet," she said with a grin and he chuckled, smiling at her.

"Did ye get the charts?" Barbossa barked.

"And better yet, a ship and a crew," he said with a grin, gesturing at the men behind him.

"Where's Sao Feng?" Elizabeth asked as she ran up to her fiancé, who glanced over at her.

"He'll cover our escape and meet us at Shipwreck Cove," he said and Tai Huang walked up to Will, gesturing toward the left.

"This way, come, let us go quickly," he said and walked off, followed by everyone else.

Beckett stared at the silver coin in his hand. "A piece of eight, nine of them you say?" he asked Mercer, though his eyes were still focused on the coin in his hand.

"Our new friend in Singapore was very specific, nine pieces of eight."

"What's the significance of that?" Beckett asked, finally glancing up at Mercer as he placed the coin on his table.

"Does it matter?" he asked and Beckett didn't respond for a moment.

"Did he say where the Brethren Court will be meeting?"

"He was mum on that, sir."

"Well then, he knows how valuable the information is. Let's keep this between ourselves. We wouldn't want anyone running off to Singapore, would we?" he said, glancing over at Governor Swann at a table signing papers, behind Mercer. Mercer glanced over his shoulder to see him and looked back at Beckett, who noticed James Norrington standing near the doorway.

He was wearing a white powdered wig, this one with two curls, indicating he was of a higher rank. On top of his wig was a black hat with gold embeddings. He was clean with no trace of dirt or grime on him or on his new uniform. He wore a dark blue coat, reaching his knees, and it was buttoned back, revealing the yellow lining. He wore a yellow waistcoat underneath, a thin buckle draping across his waist. Underneath his waistcoat was a white undershirt with a high collar, reaching up to his neck. His breeches were the same shade as his blue coat and his white stockings finished the look.

"Ah, Admiral."

Norrington stepped into the room, looking at Beckett. "You summoned me, sir?" he asked and Beckett smiled.

"Yes, something for you there. Your new station needs an old friend," he said, gesturing toward the long black case on the desk. Norrington looked at it and took steps forth, opening the case. The sound of a sword getting removed from its sheath was heard and Governor Swann glanced up from his work to see Norrington holding a sword, looking at it breathtakingly. It was the same one he had used when he was Commodore.

"The Brethren know they face extinction," Beckett said to Mercer and Norrington furrowed his eyebrows, overhearing the conversation. "All that remains for them is to decide where they will make their final stand."

"Have you seen Elizabeth?" Will asked Rose as she reached the deck floor, for she had been up on the masts above, as usual. She was wearing the long-sleeved shirt that Barbossa had gotten her in Singapore, though she wasn't wearing it voluntarily. She left it half unbuttoned, revealing the perfect amount of skin, showing her golden necklace.

"No and I don't plan to," she huffed and Will frowned, glancing around.

"I wonder where she went."

"She's probably down below deck," Rose said with a wave of her hand, as if she was shooing a fly away. "Why bother her when you have me?" she purred, leaning in toward him and he chuckled, looking down at her.

"I have to admit that I've gotten used to you."

"I take that as I good thing."

"I guess you can," he said with a shrug and a small smile. "I thought that you'd get along great with Barbossa," he said as he noticed said Captain, turning the wheel. Rose mumbled a few words underneath her breath, rolling her eyes and Will looked back at her, seeming confused. "I thought he taught you how to sword fight."

"He did, but that was a long time ago, darling."

"Why don't you two talk anymore? Surely you must've been close," he asked with a confused frown.

"We have talked," Rose corrected. "They were more of arguments though."

His frown only deepened. "What?" he asked and she sighed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I guess I should explain a bit more. You see, Barbossa marooned me," she said and Will's eyebrows furrowed.

"Like he marooned Jack?"

"Well, yeah, he marooned me with Jackie."

"Wait, what, why?"

She sighed impatiently. "I stood up for Jackie when the mutiny took place."

"…just like my dad did," Will breathed and Rose nodded.

"Bill was a good man, a good friend too," she said and smiled. "Very brave too, just like you," she said and he looked a bit embarrassed. "Anyways, since I was against the mutiny, Barbossa just decided to maroon me along with Jackie."

Will's handsome face was bunched up as he thought. "Then why didn't he kill you like he did with my dad?"

"I don't know, maybe 'tis because we were close?" Rose said with a shrug and Will didn't respond, looking down at the floor. "C'mon, let's stop talking about this stuff," she said, playfully pushing him, trying to get him to smile. He didn't respond and Rose pursed her lips before she grinned widely. "You still owe me a hug!" she said and he looked up from the floor, looking at her questioningly. Before he could say or do anything, she embraced him with a laugh. He didn't do anything for a few moments until he gave her a few pats on the back, chuckling. She let go of him, grinning. "Thank you, love, that just made my day," she said and skipped off.

It was freezing, mind numbing. A Chinese man, who was rubbing his foot, trying to keep warm, ended up pulling off his frozen toe. Ragetti and Pintel were sitting down, covered in frostbite, like everybody else on the ship. Ragetti had his arm around Rose, who was snuggled close to him, shivering.

"Why is it s-so cold," Pintel chattered, glancing over at Ragetti. Icebergs surrounded the ship as the waded on.

"I'm sure there m-must be a reason fer our s-sufferin'."

"Why don't that voodoo lady bring Jack back from the dead, just like she did fer Barbossa?" Pintel grumbled and Tia Dalma swooshed in toward him, Rose grumbling a few words underneath her breath.

"Barbossa was only dead. Jack Sparrow is taken, body and soul, to a place not of death, but of punishment," she hissed in her unusual accent, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked down at Pintel.

"I knew there was a good reason," Ragetti said as Tia walked away with folded arms, trying to keep warm, and Rose laughed weakly. Will walked passed them moments later, walking up to Barbossa.

"Over the edge, over again. Sunrise sets flash of green," Will read out loud and he folded the charts back up. "Care to interpret, Captain Barbossa?" he questioned the frostbitten man, his scraggly beard now white with ice and snow.

"Ever gazed upon the green flash, Master Gibbs?" he called out, not glancing around his shoulder to look at Gibbs behind him.

Gibbs took steps toward him. "I've seen me fair share. It happens on rare occasions. At the last glimpse of sunset, a green flash of light shoots up into the sky," he said, gesturing and looking up at the sky. "Some go their whole lives without seein' it. Some claim they seen it when they ain't. Some say-"

"It signals when a soul comes back ta this world, from the dead!" Pintel interrupted and Gibbs glared at him. "Sorry."

"Trust me, young Master Turner," Barbossa said, gaining attention. "It ain't gettin' ta the land of the dead that be the problem," he said with a smirk. "It's gettin' back."

"Bloody hell, there's nothing left," Beckett said as he lowered the spyglass. Fire was burning away at the surface of the water, where there were once several pirate ships.

"Jones is a loose cannon, sir," Mercer said from beside him.

"Fetch the chest."

"And the Governor?" Mercer questioned, causing Beckett to pause. "He's been asking questions about the heart."

"Does he know?" Beckett asked and Mercer raised an eyebrow as Beckett turned to face him. "Hmm, then perhaps his usefulness has run its course."

Barbossa quickly unsheathed his sword and turned around, a loud clang heard as the two swords collided. It was nightfall, the stars winking down at them, and they had passed the torturing cold region.

"I thought you'd be sleepin' by now, lass," Barbossa said with an amused smirk as he looked at Rose, who took a small step back, slashing her sword toward his stomach. He blocked it and took a step forth, aiming for her leg, but she brought her sword down and blocked it. Bringing their swords back up, they closed the distance in between them, the tension rising.

"I couldn't sleep," she said with a fake smile, which Barbossa returned.

"So ye came ta battle me?" he asked as he slashed at her and she took a step to the left.

"Good job, you finally realized what we're doing," she said sarcastically and he chuckled as he blocked an attack from her.

"I see ye is still mad at me," he said and she let out a wordless snarl, trying to slash him again, only to miss.

"Of course I am!" she spat, blocking an attack from him. "You know how much I hate betrayers."

"Well I think yer bein' ungrateful," Barbossa said spitefully. "I let ye live. I coulda strapped ye ta some cannonballs and let ye drown, but did I? No," he said as he slashed toward her and she jumped back.

"Tia should've never brought you back. You should've stayed in Hell and rot there."

He slashed toward her and she blocked it, slashing toward him. He quickly blocked it and took steps forth before bringing his sword away from hers. He aimed it for her head and she ducked.

"I actually wouldn't mind that, lass, Hell were a comfortable place. The fire made the place warm," he said, partially sarcastic, partially teasingly. She bit on her lower lip and after a few seconds, burst out laughing. Smiling, Barbossa lowered his sword and the second he did, Rose took a quick step forth and brought her sword to his neck, smirking.

"Rule number five," she said with a grin. "Never let your guard down," she said and let go of him, earning a hearty laugh from Barbossa.

"Ye still remember."

"Of course, how could I not?" she said as she sheathed her sword as did Barbossa. "Those were the good old days, when you didn't betray Jack and me," she hissed, her voice getting more venomous as she went on.

Barbossa rolled his eyes. "Ye really need ta learn 'ow ta let go of the past, lass," he grumbled and she stiffened slightly, glaring at him.

"Well 'tis not easy when you've been marooned by someone you trusted for years!" she snarled and he sighed quietly.

"Look, I let ye live. Ye should be grateful."

"Grateful? GRATEFUL?" she shrieked, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Aye, grateful," Barbossa said with a fake smile and she let out a wordless growl. "I don't see what the problem be. Ye seem ta be gettin' along with Ragetti well."

"He wasn't the one that started the mutiny. He wasn't the one that kicked Jackie's arse and my arse off the ship."

"I did what I had ta do. We pirates gotta eat off each other nowadays."

"I trusted you," she spat, "and you betrayed me."

"I be a pirate," he said with a chuckle and a shrug. "Ye can't expect too much from me."

"You were my friend, you were like a father to me," she said and his face softened. "After all those years, I thought of you as a good man. I knew you were a good man. But I guess, even after all those years, I was wrong."

"I've always been the same man, then and now. Ye," he said, pointing a finger at her with his black fingernail, "need ta learn 'ow ta let go of the past and move on ta the future. I know ye got extra hatred fer betrayers, but c'mon lass, ye know better."

She sighed and wearily ran her fingers through her hair. "I know, I know," she murmured. "That's what got me in some messes," she grumbled, thinking of Norrington. A silence followed as the moon up above shone onto the ship. "What was the curse like?" she asked suddenly and Barbossa looked down at her with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Well, it was…cold. I couldn't feel anythin' the way I used ta. It was nice at first, bein' undead…but then we realized that it truly was a curse."

"And then Jackie killed you," she said blankly and he cracked a smirk.

"Aye, lass, that 'e did."

"Too bad I wasn't there to see it," she grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest but she sighed after a moment, at herself. "I know I know, let go of the past," she grumbled with a roll of her eyes. "'Tis not as easy as it sounds."

"It helps when ye try."

She paused for a moment, thoughtfully looking up at the stars. "Do you think we'll actually find Jackie?"

"Aye, unfortunately, we will."

She gave him a look but couldn't hide the giggle that escaped her lips. "Unfortunate for you, maybe, but I can't wait to see Jackie!"

"Don't ye get sick of 'im after all these years?" he asked and she shrugged.

"Well, he is dead at the moment, so…I miss him, even though I've spent nearly half my life with him. He's my Jackie, what can I say," she said with a small smile, shrugging, and Barbossa pursed his lips.

"'E shot me."

"I know! I'm so proud of him! I wish I was there to watch it," she said with a sad sigh and Barbossa rolled his eyes.

"It weren't a pretty sight," he said and she didn't respond, yawning.

"I better go get some sleep," she said and as she turned around, Barbossa grabbed onto her wrist, causing her to glance back at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I cared 'bout ye lass, I still do. Yer like family ta me."

"Are you saying that you're sorry for marooning Jackie and me?"

"Nope," he said and she furrowed her eyebrows. "I ain't sorry at all, ye know me well enough ta understand. Yer a pirate too, lass, and ye've betrayed people before," he reminded her and she didn't respond, thinking of the many times she had, including the time she was 'Madeline Bachs'. "So it ain't fair fer ye ta get all mad at me."

"You're right," she said with a defeated sigh after a few moments. "Fine, I'm willing to try this again. Are we friends again, Barbossa?" she asked, looking up at him and he grinned.

"Aye," he said and opened his arms for a hug, something he rarely did, and smiling, she welcomed the warm embrace.

"I missed you," she said against his shoulder and he ruffled her hair.

"I missed ye too, lass. I missed ye too."

Davy Jones sat in front of his organ, his tentacles playing away at the dirty keys loudly. As he played, he noticed the silver locket in the shape of a heart lying on the organ and he stopped playing, gently taking the pendent in his tentacles. He opened it up to hear quiet music crank out and Jones's eyes moistened. Noticing a tear run down his cheek, he picked it with his tentacle and stared at the salty drop of water. His eyebrows furrowed and his tentacles writhed in anger.

Soldiers rushed onto the Flying Dutchman, Norrington leading them. Jones's crew looked at them in confusion and Jones pushed his way past them all, making it to the front. He saw Murtogg and Mullroy holding on the chest and his eyes widened.

"Go, and take that infernal thing with you!" Jones spat angrily in his Scottish accent, "I will not have it on my ship!"

Beckett emerged from the back, smirking. "Too bad, it's staying on the ship. It seems like this is the only way that will ensure that the Company has control of this ship."

"The Dutchman sails as its Captain commands!"

"And its Captain is to sail it as commanded. I thought you learned that when I ordered you to kill that pet of yours," he said and Jones flinched. "This world no longer belongs to you, Jones. The immaterial has become…immaterial."

With that, Norrington walked off, followed by the soldiers, and they placed the chest in a room. Opening the chest, all the soldiers pointed their guns at it.

Thump thump…thump thump.

The ship sailed through the calm waters, the stars twinkling down on it. Will walked up to Elizabeth by the railing and glanced over at her.

"How long will it be until we can talk again?"

She didn't look at him. "Everything will be fine when we rescue Jack," she said quietly.

"When we rescue Jack," Will repeated and without another word, Elizabeth turned around and walked off. Sighing, Will turned and he jumped a bit when he saw Tia in front of him.

"For what we want most, there is a cost that must be paid in da end," she said and Will furrowed his eyebrows. Noticing the same silver locket that Jones had hanging down from her neck, he widened his eyes and dashed off.

"Barbossa, up ahead!" he shouted, reaching the bow of the ship and he looked at the waterfall ahead.

"Aye, we're good and lost now," Barbossa said and Will turned to face him with wide eyes.

"Lost?" Elizabeth said with wide eyes and he grinned.

"Ye 'ave ta be lost ta find a place unknown. Otherwise everyone would know where it be," Barbossa said and Will started to run across the ship, shouting orders. "Nay, belay that!" Barbossa shouted as everyone dashed to their stations, pausing once hearing their Captain. "Let 'er run straight and true!"

"Blimey," Ragetti breathed as he reached the railing, glancing over at the huge waterfall. He looked at Pintel beside him with wide eyes.

"You've doomed us all!" Elizabeth shouted as she walked up to Barbossa, who was grabbing onto some rope and smirking.

"Don't be so unkind. Ye may not survive and these may be the last friendly words ye'll hear," he said, squishing her cheeks between his hand and she pulled away with furrowed eyebrows.

"Have you gone MAD?" Rose shouted at Barbossa as she reached the deck floor, dashing up to him and he grinned over at her.

"I thought ye'd be willin' ta do anythin' ta get dear Jack back," he said mockingly and she glared at him before gesturing for Will and Elizabeth to follow her. Will did without hesitation and Elizabeth followed a moment later, hesitantly.

Tia was sitting down, murmuring a few words into her hand, throwing the random objects onto the box in front of her. The ship reached the edge of the huge waterfall, starting to tilt back and everyone grabbed onto something. It was completely vertical for a few moments and everyone let out yelps or shouts.

The ship fell down and into the darkness below.

There's the beginning of the 3rd movie! This movie's my favorite out of all of them, just saying :)

Hope you enjoyed!