The Flying Dutchman caught up to Sao Feng's prized flagship the Empress They had already managed to capture the Chinese pirates with little difficulty. Admiral James Norrington looked upon the frightened pirates. Then he gasped as he saw a familiar face.

"Elizabeth!" he cried as he embraced her. She didn't return it.

"Thank god your alive!" he said releasing her. "Your father will be overjoyed to know your safe," he said inspecting her. "My father is dead," Elizabeth said sternly. James shook his head.

"No he returned back to England," James said. Elizabeth gave him a dark look. "Did Beckett tell you that?" James thought about what she said and started to feel foolish.

"Who among you do you name as Captain?" Davy Jones barked at the frightened Chinese crew. Tai Huang, Sao Feng's lieutenant, pointed at Elizabeth.

"Captain, her," he said. Elizabeth felt uncomfortable as everyone's eyes fell on her. Davy Jones gave her a confused look as his beard twitched. "Captain-uh?" Jones said. "Tow the ship," Norrington ordered to Jones. Norrington turned back to Elizabeth.

"The captain may have my quarters," Norrington said softly to her. Jones watched them closely, but turned his head and left. Elizabeth glared at him.

"Thank you sir, but I prefer to remain with my crew," She turned her shoulder to him as she made her way to the pirates. Norrington grabbed her arm.

"Elizabeth, I swear, I didn't know," he said trying to explain.

"Know what? Which side you chose?" she said coldly. She took back her arm as she stepped by Tai Huang.

"Well now you do."

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Meanwhile in the brig of the Flying Dutchman, the crew of the Duchess listened to pounding of footsteps that were coming from overhead. Eddie was playing the harmonica that he always carried with him. Creating a sad and depressing atmosphere in the brig.

"Something bothering you Ed?" Sendanski asked. Eddie stopped playing. "Well you don't play the harmonica when you're happy," he joked.

"What's troubling you?" Kenneth asked. Eddie sighed; as his blue eyes shifted form under is blonde hair.

"I think this brig is going to get more smaller," he commented. All of a sudden they heard footsteps coming down the stairs as the Dutchman crew came down with Chinese pirates. "Hence, me playing the harmonica," Eddie added as he got up and moved out of the way as more people filed in. Donovan recognized a familiar face. It was Elizabeth Swann, dressed in Chinese garb. He remembered her from when they were aboard the Black Sheep. As she was pushed in, Jimmylegs, the Dutchman'sBo' sun locked the brig as he retreated upstairs. Elizabeth ran to the bars and called out to him.

"Bootstrap?" she said. Jimmy legs just stared blankly at her as he cackled and walked away.

"You know me?" came a deep and gruff voice inside the cell. Everyone turned to the direction of the voice. Elizabeth followed by everyone behind her came to a dark corner of the cell.

"You know my name?" said the voice again. Elizabeth gasped as she saw a man, embedded in the hall of the ship. "Yes I know your son," she replied.

"William! Haha ha!" with one violent jerk he tore himself away from the wall. "He's alive! And he has sent you to come and tell me he is one his way!" Haha!" Bootstrap said overjoyed.

Elizabeth sighed, Will was probably in the brig of the Black Pearl by now. For leading a mutiny with the help of Sao Feng.

"Yes Will is alive, and he does want to help you," she said knowing at least that was true.

Bootstrap frowned. "He cannot, if he saves me, he loses you," Bootstrap said." If Jones be slain, the one who slain him must take his place. The Dutchmanmust always have a captain. Do you understand Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth nodded her head.

"Tell him not to come, tell him to stay away," said Bootstrap as he began to go back into the hall of the ship once more. "I'm already apart of the ship." with that he closed his eyes.

Elizabeth went to him again. "Bootstrap?" she called. "You know me!" he said his eyes shooting open. "I know your son," she said again. "William? He's coming for me!"

Bootstrap said his eyes lighting up. "You'll see, He'll come, you'll see," Bootstrap said

to himself. Elizabeth looked at him surprised. Had he forgotten already? It pained her to

see him like this. Donovan touched her shoulder lightly. "There is no hope for him," he said.

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Back on the Black Pearl. Tia Dalma and Olivia kneeled down by a barrel as she held out a small wooden hourglass the size of an egg. Carved from what seemed like rosewood in the shape of tree roots.

"Now lisn' carfully'," Tia said holding it to her. "Ye will have to hav' the'
hourglass in ye grasp before the last grain falls' o' ye will hav' to do' it again. Ye only get three turns. So use them wisely," she added before giving it to her.

Olivia looked over it carefully. "How will it know if I'm using the turns I want?" she asked.

"Ye must state ye' destination, before you turn it, otherwise it will not work," Tia said.

Olivia nodded her head. "The Flying Dutchman!" she said turning the glass over.

Tia and Olivia watched as the sand fell rather quickly. A moment passed as the last grain of sand fell. Nothing happened. She looked up furious. "You lied to me!" she spat at her mother.

Olivia face grew a bewildered look. Tia Dalma didn't respond. In fact she was not moving at all. She seemed to be completely frozen in time. Olivia grabbed the hourglass of the table. Suddenly she felt herself fall forward. There was a swirl of color all around her, she was falling. Suddenly she stopped as she felt something hard under her. Her slowed her quickened breaths as she looked around her surroundings.

It was a small empty room, covered in seaweed and barnacles from the look of the dim light. I must be back on the Dutchman. She thought. She got up and wiped the grime and dust off her shirt as she placed the hourglass into her inside pocket in her blue vest. She looked around the room for a door. Her eyes fell on the one that was behind her. She grasped the handle as she jiggled it. She opened it slowly as she stuck her head out looking for crewman or Company agents. It was empty. Nobody in sight. She walked out to find herself below deck. In a long hallway that led to the brig area. She heard footsteps behind her. She turned, as a Company agent was about to stick her with a knife. She grabbed his wrist as she brought the knife to him. They struggled as she brought the knife to his throat. He was starting to regain his strength. He was able to over power her for a moment as he pinned her

against the wall putting the knife closer to her throat. He grinned, as it was only inches away. Olivia kicked him in the shine as it gave her the oppurtinuty to regain her strength and pinn him against the wall. She quickly cut his Adams apple as he fell to the floor. She looked around then she grabbed the dead agent by the feet and pulled him into the room.

A few moments later she emerged from the room. She now had on the Company agent's clothes. She tucked her hair under the three cornered hat to complete her disguise as a boy. She grabbed the bayonet as she placed the hourglass in the blue pocket of the coat. She left upstairs to look for Davy Jones.

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Norrington turned the lock that opened the brig of the Dutchman. "Come with me," hesaid as he motioned with his head. Elizabeth didn't respond. "Quickly," he said annoyed. Elizabeth nodded her head to Tai Huang and the others. They quickly exited the cell followed by the crew of the Duchess as well. Elizabeth stayed behind as shewent to Norrington.

"What are you doing?" she demanded. "Choosing a side,"Norrington said returning back to her own words.

They had managed to sneak around the outside of the ship unnoticed as the crews of the Duchess and Empressmade their way to the back where the line was towing the was. One by one the crews swung on the ropes as they shimmied their way to the Empress.

"Do not go to Shipwreck Cove. Beckett knows the of the meeting of the Brethren. I fear there may be a traitor amongst them," Norrington said to Elizabeth.

"Its to late to earn my forgiveness," Elizabeth responded with venom in her voice.

"I had nothing to do with your father's death," he said.

"If that doesn't absorb me of my other sins," he said guilt racking in his voice.

Elizabeth thought as she felt mercy for him. "Come with us," she said.

Norrington looked at her confused and bewildered.

"James come with me," she pleaded.

"Who goes there!" called a voice. Norrington unsheathed his sword as they looked

above their heads. A crewman had spotted them. "Go, I will follow," Norrington said with panic in his voice.

Elizabeth knew him long enough to know he was bluffing. "Your lying, " she said.

Norrington looked at her. "Our destinies have been entwined Elizabeth," he said. "but never joined." He bent down and kissed her, but only for a moment. "Go now,"he said uneasy. Elizabeth shook her head but climbed on the teatherline.

The crewman who had spotted them earlier had made his way down and was now

facing Norrington. "No one leaves the ship," Bootstrap said.

"Stand down, that's an order," Norrington said holding his sword to him, his voice shaky.

"That's an order...

Part of the crew, part of the ship. Part of the crew, part of the ship! Part of the crew! Part of the ship! All hands! Prisoner escape!" Bootstrap bellowed.

Norrington drew out his pistol. "Belay that!" He ordered. "James!" called a voice.

Norrington looked back as he saw Elizabeth trying to make her way back to him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he aimed at the line and fired. Breaking the line and sending the pirates falling to the sea. As Norrington turned back to Bootstraphe felt pain slice through his stomach as Bootstrap had drove a sword through his

stomach. "James! No!!" Elizabeth called from the water as she watched Norrington

fall to the deck.

The rest of the Dutchmancrew came to where Bootstrap had called for them.

"The Admirals dead?" Clanker said.
"The admirals dead!" Maccus said.
"The admirals dead," said a few stunned others.

Davy Jones pushed one of the crewmembers out of the way as he saw what happened
to the Admiral. With Norrington out of the way, the agent's whould have a harder time fighting off the Dutchman crew and he could recover his heart back. He turned to Maccus his first mate who understood what the captain wanted.

"To the captain's cabin!" Maccus cried to the others. The crew immediately left. Davy
Jones knelt down to Norrignton. "James Norrington, do you fear death?" he asked.

Norrington mustered all his strength as he drove his rapier into Jones's shoulder.

Then with one last cringe from the pain, he finally passed away.

"I'll take that as a no," Jones said. He stood up once more and pulled out the rapier

in his shoulder. "Nice sword, hmmm," he said inspecting it as he walked to his cabin.

Although Olivia was a pirate, fellow pirates in Company clothes still attack she would. The crew of the Flying Dutchman was trying to reclaim the ship once again

as they quickly overran some of the agents. She was trying to wiggle out of the grasp of one of the crewmembers, he held her firmly with knife to her throat.

Davy Jones went into his cabin to reclaim what was his when he stopped dead in his track and felt a growl in his throat. East India Company agents stood completely around the chest having their pistols focused on both him and the chest.

"The Dutchman, is under my command," Beckett's aide Mercer taunted as he

held the key in his hand, taunting it to Jones. "For now," Jones growled back at Mercer before he left.

"As they were!" Jones yelled at his crew to let the agents go. They did unwillingly. The crewmen shoved Olivia away from him as he went about his other duties.Olivia watched as Davy Jones stomp his way down to the lower part of the ship. She looked around to see if anyone was watching her, then she followed him.

Mercer appeared from the cabin as a strange sight caught his tired eyes. One of the agents was actually following Jones. Curious he followed the agent quietly.

Jones stomped his way to the cargo hold. It was the only place where he could find peace and quiet. He scoffed. I find it difficult to find peace and quiet on me own ship! He thought to himself. He felt a presence with him. He turned around sharply letting thetentacles of his beard swing wildly. Nobody was there. He turned his back as heheaded back to the cargo holds door. Then he heard what he was listening for. Small and light footsteps. He whirled around as he drew out his brand new rapier and pointed it at a small company agent. "Stop following me," he snarled. "Father," camethe agent's soft and feminine voice. His eyelids shot opened even more as his eyes

grew wide. "Olivia?" he said. She took off her hat as her hair fell down around her face. "Yes," she said. Jones lowered his sword, as he was stunned to see her again."You shouldn't be here," Jones said, as he looked around worried. "I came-"Olivia felt as if her arm was being pulled out of his socket as Jones grabbed her by the wrist with his claw. He brought her to a door. He took out a set of keys and unlocked the door quickly. He let go of her wrist as he gently shoved her into the room. He closed the door quickly as he turned back to her.

"How did ye get here?" Davy Jones asked.

"Don't worry I found a way," she said trying to dodge answering him.

"Then why are ye here?" he asked. "I-I guess I just wanted to talk to you," she said

looking at the floor. "About?" Jones said softly. She let out a sigh. "Do you believe me or not?" she said not looking at him. Davy Jones took a step back, startled a little by her question.Then he walked to her. He stopped in front of her. She wouldn't look at him.

He brought his tentacle hand to her chin as he brought her face to look at him.

"Yes, I believe ye," he said softly to her. She closed her eyes as she smiled.

"I'm glad you do," she said smiling even more.

Mercer stood outside the door, listening to their conversation. Not only did he know who it was. He found more leverage that Beckett could use against Davy Jones. He pressed his ear to the door as he continued to listen to more.

"Why are ye dressed like that? I could have killed ye," Mercer heard Jones say. "Yes well, I needed to blend in without getting thrown in the brig again or being interrogated by Beckett," Mercer heard Nojes say.

"What did he want? Did he hurt ye?" Mercer irked back at Jones's statement. Jones cares what happens to her. Even better. Mercer thought evilly to himself.

"No he didn't, I'm fine," she said. "He doesn't know I'm your daughter, otherwise I probably still be there."

Mercer's eyes grew wide. Perfect, that's the secret. Lord Beckett will be pleased. Mercer said smiling.

"You must leave, Beckett can't find out about your connection with me," Jones said with a slight panic in his voice which mad Mercer grin even more.

"But I don't want to- "Ye Must! I'm not asking you! I'm telling you!" Jones
snapped at her.

"Captain!' called a crewmen's voice from above deck. Mercer moved away from the door and into the shadows as he heard the door turn. Davy Jones lingered in the doorway as he turned back to her. "I'm sorry Olivia, but ye must," With that he left her and went above deck.

Olivia let out a disappointed sigh. She walked out of the cargo hold. As she reached into her pocket fro the hourglass. She stopped as a hand covered her mouth muffling her scream and an arm went around her waist holding her tight. She stepped on her attacker's foot as she managed to get free.

She was getting away when someone pulling her hair threw her head back. "Owww!" she cried as she was brought back to him. Suddenly she felt the cold barrel of a pistol pressed against her head as he let go of her hair and held onto her waist once again.

"Silence is a virtue," his raspy voice said to her. She looked at the corner of her eye to see who it was. She panicked as she recognized the man as Beckett's aide Mercer.

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Jones came on deck as he went to his first mate that called him. "What tis it?" Jones said impatiently.

"The Endeavour sir, she is behind us. Beckett wants to talk to you about something." Maccus said pointing at the ship.

Jones let out a irritated growl. He wasn't in the mood to talk to Beckett. In fact he was never in the mood to talk to Beckett. Only because he never had a choice to avoid a chat with the arrogant aristocrat who controlled his heart.