Elizabeth stared out at the long table before her. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips were drawn in one of her classic annoyed pouts. She sighed and brought her hand to her forehead and rubbed hard, frustrated. As to be expected, disaster was occurring. Shout and cries could be heard from the room, along with the occasional shattering of glass or the ring of a sword. After allowing this to go on for about five minutes, she was fed up. She pulled out her pistol and fired a shot up at the ceiling. Instantly, the noise died down and all eyes were on her.

"Will you be seated please," she said in a mildly bitter tone.

Silently the members of the room obeyed her command. Once everyone had taken their seat, she stared out at the table once again. Only this time, she could properly see who was where and here and all the details such as that. Her eyes scanned each of the pirate lords' faces, as well as the crew they'd brought with them. As she passed over Captain Barbossa, a thin smirk formed on her lips. She hadn't seen him since the day he had married her and Will, and while that had only been about four months ago, he looked different. Distinctly different. Older. Perhaps the time would soon come for him to sail his last adventure. But she would ask him about that later.

She frowned as she looked upon the empty chair next to Barbossa. True, she hadn't really expected Captain Sparrow to show up, but a part of her still wished he would have. She hadn't seen him since her wedding day either, and she missed him. But on the other hand, she'd been able to stay out of trouble since his departing…or rather, hers. She wondered what he was doing that was more important that coming to a mandatory Brethren Court Meeting. It could be something truly important…but knowing this was Jack…she rather doubted it. She sighed. Oh well…best to get on with the meeting then.

Before she could open her mouth to start, Mistress Ching motioned towards Jack's empty chair and demanded to know why not all of the lords were present. Elizabeth merely shrugged and said she was wondering the same thing. By this time, several of the other lords were now also shouting at her, outraged that they had to be present while others did not. She just replied that they did, but for some reason or another, they had simply ignored her order. Oh yes, Jack had ignored her. But she was used to that by now.

She tried to settle the room once again, but failed. It was impossible to calm eight…or rather, seven stubborn and hostile pirates, and even better yet stubborn and hostile pirate lords from seven different parts of the world. Why? Because firstly, they all followed different rules; the main code was just considered more as guidelines. Secondly, they were all used to being in command of their own ships and refused to yield to other's commands. And finally, they were pirates. That was the main reason. Pirates. Nothing she could really do about that.

With a frustrated growl, she pulled out her pistol again and fired another shot. The room was silenced for a minute, but only a minute. Then it was back to its chaotic and maddening state. Elizabeth threw back her head and sighed. She knew she had the potential to be a powerful leader, but she just didn't have the motivation. She would much rather be back at home in her bed, being tended to by Emily and Mary. She was nearly four months along, and she was beginning to grow a bit weaker every day from the extra strength she had to put out to accomplish simple tasks. She cringed at the thought of where she'd be in another four months. Then it would be impossible to move. Oh joy.

Looking around at the disaster before her, she just wanted to scream. Scream and throw a fit and shoot anyone that tried to stop her. She could if she truly desired to. She was the Pirate King after all. But she had no desire to be branded as an unstable and psychiatric tyrant for the rest of her days. That could cause some major complications later on.

Suddenly, the sound of a bullet echoed throughout the large room. The noise ricocheted off the walls and instantly silenced all. Elizabeth looked up to the right to see Captain Teague leaning against the staircase leading down from his quarters, a fine line of smoke trailing up from his pistol. She sighed in relief and sent him a quiet thank you. He caught her eye and smiled that signature grin that had been passed down to his son. She couldn't help but smile back as he descended the old wooden stairs.

"'Morning King Turner," he greeted her in his naturally gruff voice.

"Good morning Captain Teague," she replied. "So we meet again."

He grinned. "I always knew it wasn't the end that day when you sailed off to your little island. I knew we'd meet once more."

She smirked. "I'm the Pirate King. You're never through with me."

He nodded. "Aye, 'tis as true a fact as ever."

She watched him as he spoke, and then nodded a bit and smiled. "I can hear you're son in you so clearly, you know that?"

"Jackie?"

She laughed. "Yes, little Jackie."

He smiled again. "Try telling him that."

"I will the next time I see him. By the way, do you know where he is?"

The old pirate shook his head. "Haven't seen or heard from him in a couple of months. Not since I last saw you."

"Oh." She looked slightly disappointed, but quickly changed her expression to one of gratitude. "Thank you for saving me. Now I can finally start this damn meeting and get back home."

He laughed. "Any time, Elizabeth."

She smiled and then turned to face the rest of the Brethren Court, who hadn't moved since Teague had arrived. They were all staring up at him with slight fear showing in their eyes. The man certainly knew how to intimidate others, that was for sure. After a minute of silence, he spoke.

"Now I want you all to listen to Captain Turner. She is your king after all, and you must follow her commands."

Several of the pirates grumbled and muttered under their breath, which caused Teague to raise his pistol and shoot again. "You will listen to her! She may be a woman, a young woman coming from a dignified societal background, but that does not brand her as anything! Do you not forget that my own son was once an esteemed patron and sailor of the East India Trading Company? And just because he chose that path at first didn't mean he couldn't change it later on and become a legend. Yes, Jack can be thoughtless and nonsensical at times, but he is still a great pirate. Just like this beautiful young lady next to me." He glanced over at her and winked. "Do you not forget that it was with her help and guidance that the East India Trading Company, the biggest threat to the pirate race, was destroyed? She saved us, and we should at least give her the respect to let her do her job. Please, listen to what she has to say."

Elizabeth stared at Teague in shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened, what he'd said. Her, a great pirate? She smiled to herself, allowing a bit of pride to shine through her eyes. Her, a great pirate. Maybe someday she would become a legend; King/Captain Elizabeth Swann-Turner, the destroyer of the East India Trading Company and the king of the pirates. Maybe she could be put down in the books, right next to Jack. Captain Jack Sparrow, a true legend. And her husband as well, he must be put down next to her too. Surely he too would become a legend, for his post was too renowned.

"Thank you Teague," she whispered to him.

He smiled and nodded. "Any time, Elizabeth. Any time."

She grinned and stared out at her comrades, momentarily basking in the glory of being ruler of an entire race. And a race that she loved so much. While it was true that she did want to give up piracy herself, her love and fascination would never cease. Her tie to their world was unbreakable.

"This meeting has been called on behalf of complications several have faced with the known goddess Calypso over the course of the past few months. She has destroyed three fleets and created four hurricanes. Ladies and gentleman, we must stop her."

Several cries broke out as half of the pirate lords rose to their feet, fists and swords raised. Elizabeth ducked as a rum bottle was hurled towards her, letting it shatter against the wall behind her. She reached for her pistol to fire at the offending pirate, but Teague beat her to it. She heard a gunshot and looked up to see a member of Gentleman Jocard's crew on the ground, dead. She was used to sudden deaths by now, and even though she herself had caused many, they still frightened her a bit.

"She is right!" Teague shouted sharply. "Calypso is far too dangerous to be allowed so much freedom! We were much safer when she was bound to human form, and I fear we may have to bind her again."

Appalled gasps and shouts echoed through the room as each of the lords shook their heads firmly and pulled their weapons on Elizabeth.

"We cannot take the risk again!" Mistress Ching shouted. "She will kill us!"

"Aye! We wouldn't stand a chance!" Sri Sumbhajee yelled indignantly.

"But we have to try," Elizabeth declared.

"No King Turner, we must not." Captain Barbossa stared up at her and shook his head. "It is a near impossible task to capture a goddess, and it could greatly endanger your life and the life of your child."

She stared down at her stomach, which had now rounded a bit and showed a visible bump. She sighed and gently placed her hand on where her baby lay, suddenly knowing that he was right. If her defenseless baby was slain before it could breathe the world's sweet air…it was too horrible to even think about.

Elizabeth looked at Barbossa and slowly nodded. It was true that she really didn't want to go on a hunt for the Heathen goddess, but she hated just giving up. A few months ago, she would have happily gone after her, but a few months ago she would have had her love at her side, along with the captain and crew that she had grown to know and love. And she would not have had the danger of losing her child.

"Alright" She nodded again. Then what should we do?"

He let out a deep sigh. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" She exclaimed. "Just let her continue to cause havoc and destruction whenever she feels like it? We can't!"

"But we can't do anything," Teague suddenly spoke up. "I believe it might cost us dearly if we try to bring her down. It was nearly unbearable binding her the fist time, and back then she hadn't been as strong."

Elizabeth closed her eyes and cupped her chin in her hand. After a minute of silence she asked, "So we just let her go?"

"Aye."

She opened her eyes and rubbed them with the back of her hand. She was so exhausted, and she just wanted to go home. "Alright." She stared out at the pirate lords, who had remained silent as they watched the deciding conversation. "I declare this meeting closed. Thank you for coming."

There was a loud scraping as everyone rose from their seats and exited the room. Soon, only two men remained in the room with her, and they were Captain Teague and Captain Barbossa. Elizabeth stared up at them both as she collapsed into her chair, absolutely spent. Running two…social groups as you could call them, was brutal work.

"You look tired," Barbossa noted.

She smirked. "I am. Too much work."

"Aye. You really should take it easy Elizabeth," Teague said.

She nodded. "I intend to go straight home after you two leave and not leave my mansion until at least a year after this baby is born." She patted her belly gently.

The two elder pirates smiled at her.

"It must be a wonderful feeling," Teague said softly.

The Pirate King creased her eyebrows. "What?"

"Knowing that you're going to be a mother soon."

She beamed. "Oh yes, it is. It's incredible. I cried when I first found out." She smirked. "Well, I actually fainted first, and then I cried."

Barbossa laughed. "Yes, you tend to do that quite a lot."

"Faint?" she asked.

He nodded. "I've yet to see you in tears."

"Well I don't cry very often. I just have a lot in the past few months. But the fainting…" She sighed. "That runs in my family. Horrible trait, isn't it?"

He shrugged. "You could say that."

There was a long pause before Teague spoke. "Well Elizabeth, we'd best let you on your way. I'm sure your town is waiting for you to return."

She nodded. "Yes, they all think I'm away in England. It's quite funny actually; getting away with all this without raising any suspicions. I suppose there are a few positive quirks to being governor."

He nodded his agreement. "Aye, indeed. I've yet to have the power of running a town though, so I cannot know for sure."

Elizabeth gave him a puzzled look. "But I thought you ran Shipwreck Cove."

The old pirate shook his head. "Never entirely. But I don't need that power. Besides, someone else is already Governor."

"Who?"

He smirked. "You."

Her eyes widened. "Me?"

Teague nodded. "Aye. The Pirate King is the sole ruler of Shipwreck Cove."

"But I'm hardly ever here!"

"That's why you have me." He grinned. "I don't make the laws of the cove as you can, but I can still keep things under control while you're gone."

"Oh really?" She gave him an amused look.

"Well…under control meaning equal to Tortuga."

She laughed. "I suppose that's good enough." She glanced out one of the large glass windows to see her ship anchored securely in the harbor. It was a bit windy out, and the sail billowed slightly in the breeze. She sighed and turned back to the captains. "Well, I'm sorry, but I really think I ought to be going."

They nodded.

"Aye Elizabeth," Teague said with a smile. "Until we meet again." He took her hand and gently pressed his lips to it before releasing it.

"Goodbye Captain Teague," she said. "Please write me if you hear anything from your son."

He chuckled. "Little Jackie? Oh yes, I'll make sure he writes to you himself. He's got quite a soft spot for you, you know?"

She smiled and blushed slightly. "Yes, well…please remind him that I'm already married with a baby on the way."

The old pirate laughed. "Aye, that I can do."

She smiled. Turning to Barbossa, she said, "Goodbye Captain Barbossa. It was a pleasure seeing you again."

He tipped his hat in respect. "Same to you Mrs. Turner."

She smirked. "That's King Turner to you."

He laughed. "Aye. Goodbye Elizabeth."

She nodded slightly. "Goodbye."

The two pirates watched as their beautiful young king walked out of the room with her head held high, a bright smile painted on her full lips. She was going home, and finally getting the rest she deserved.

(A/N:) Not much to say for this chapter...I liked writing it though. I had fun with Lizzie as the Pirate King. I debated for a while whether or not I wanted to have her keep the position (with her giving up piracy and all) but I guess I like it too much :) Long Live the Pirate King!

-Elizabeth