It should be put on paper how quickly Lizzie's wedding convened. She hardly had to lift a finger either, that should also be put on paper. There was to be a ceremony at the large church on the port and a gathering after. There were people from all over coming. Well, the people who could afford to go to the governor's events and tolerated the mixing of statuses. All I had to do was sit back and answer why I wasn't getting married yet whenever it was asked. I was older than Lizzie after all. She was barely twenty years while I was newly twenty four years. I didn't mind though. My thoughts were occupied by a certain pirate and I hardly minded.

"Are you listening to me, Baily?" Lizzie brought my attention back to her.

"Yes, of course." I smiled at her. We were sitting under our favorite tree for what I felt would be one of our last times. It wasn't proper for a married woman to continue to act as a child. It really wasn't proper for us to be acting like children either.

"I thought it would be harder than this." Lizzie admitted almost disappointedly.

"Well you are the only daughter of the Governor of Port Royal, a thriving town under the King's name. You're quite special." I reminded her.

"Ms. Swann," We both turned to see Charlie calling from the paved path, "Mr. Turner is here."

"Oh, let's greet him." Lizzie turned to me but I only smiled.

"That's alright you go. I'll catch up later." I insisted.

"Are you sure?" She asked as she stood and I nodded.

"Yes, of course, go." With that, she went to go see her fiancé.

"Anything for you Ms.?" Charlie asked me.

"Let Darling out, please."

"Yes ma'am." He nodded and went back to the house. I was feeling so happy for Lizzie and Will. They glowed with love whenever they were near each other. Not many people marry for that. In fact, they marry for much less. Lizzie doesn't know how lucky she is. I desire the same thing when I marry, but I don't expect it which I suppose is quite sad. I can't help but think of Captain Sparrow along with all of this. I've long given up on pretending I don't fancy him. He was attractive, eccentric, more of a gentleman than can be expected from a pirate, and very funny, which was something I hadn't thought to be a deciding factor. I often wondered if he thought of me as well. He does still think that I am betrothed to another man and I wouldn't get to tell him otherwise.

"Here you are Ms.!" I turned to see Charlie put Darling down on the grass and he came running to me.

"Thank you, Charlie." I waved and welcomed Darling with open arms. At least I had one man in my life. I scratched behind Darling's ears. "You love me don't you, Darling? And you would never let me go, hm?" He licked my face in response which I chose to mean 'I love you' and 'absolutely not'.

Everything happens for a reason. That's what I've been telling Lizzie in order to keep her calm, but that certainly hadn't worked. It was the day of her wedding and, with no exaggeration, everything was ruined. It wasn't even noon and the waters were dark, the winds were strong, the lightning was magnificently exuberant, and the thunder was as if the Lord himself wanted the wedding to come to a halt. Now everyone, the guests, Hamish, Mr. Swann and I were under the church awning while Lizzie kneeled unabashedly and dramatically at the altar, not caring that she was getting rained on. And where was William Turner during all of this? No one had any idea.

"She'll become ill out there." Mr. Swann fidgeted beside me.

"Where is that boy? Saying he is late is quite the understatement." On the other side of me, Hamish pulled out his pocket watch and opened it once again. This had been his routine every five minutes for the past hour.

"Uncle, if she doesn't come in soon I'll go get her." I turned to Hamish. "William Turner wouldn't miss this for the entire world."

"Then he must have gotten offered more than the world because he is in fact missing this." Hamish snapped back.

"Then why doesn't someone go get him?" I gave him a pressing look just as something strange happened. A cluster of soldiers marched someone into the wedding. It was hard to see from the crowd but when Lizzie jumped up and ran forward, I knew it was Will. We forced our way through the crowd; Mr. Swann was first, until we got to the front and were stopped by guards.

"How dare you? Stand your men down at once!" Mr. Swann demanded as Hamish and I came beside him. "Do you hear me?" Suddenly a slightly petite man with a wig on as well turned to us.

"Governor Weatherby Swann it's been too long. Ah, Hamish, you're here too." He sounded quite arrogant already. I turned to see Will in handcuffs.

"Are you alright?" I asked him quietly and he nodded when I heard a familiar name.

"Cutler Beckett?" Mr. Swann looked the man over while I looked at him in surprise.

"It's Lord now, actually." Beckett corrected Mr. Swann. This was the man Livingston had lost to. The guards removed their weapons and let Mr. Swann step through.

"Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man." He pointed at Will.

"In fact I do." Beckett corrected him once again before calling over a man named Mercer who was holding a stack of documents. Beckett pulled one out and handed it to Mr. Swann. "The warrant for the arrest of a one William Turner."

"This is a warrant for Elizabeth Swann." Mr. Swann read in horror.

"Is it? That's annoying, arrest her." Beckett gave the order and Lizzie was promptly handcuffed.

"Under what charges?" Lizzie gasped the question that we all wanted the answer to, and that I felt I already knew the answer to.

"This is the warrant for William Turner." He handed him another one. "And luckily she's present, a warrant for a Baily Hart." He handed him another one. "Arrest her." He nodded to me and I was quickly handcuffed as well. "And I have another one for a Mr. James Norrington, is he present." Beckett waved the warrant as if it was a prize to be won.

"James resigned his position months ago. He's not here." I finally found my voice and my knowledge. "And seeing as we are under the jurisdiction of the King's Governor of Port Royal, you will tell us what our charges are and the resulting punishments." I told him, emitting a gasp from the crowd.

"The charges are," Mr. Swann began, "Conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the crown of empire and condemned to death, in which," Mr. Swann trailed off in what seemed to be disbelief.

"In which the punishment is regrettably also death." Beckett finished for him then stepped up. "You may remember a man by the name of Jack Sparrow." Lizzie and Will went on to correct him while I felt numb. We were to be hung? To our demise? We were led to the courthouse where we were read our charges properly, and then led to prison. Our hangings were to be announced.

"This is unbelievable." I muttered for the first time in what seemed like hours after Lizzie and I were thrown in cells apart from each other.

"Truly," Lizzie agreed through the wall, "And of all days, my wedding day." She added, though for the first time I could stand to tell her to shut up about it.

"We are going to die. To be put to death." I repeated our punishment. This was ridiculous.

"We've hardly even lived yet." Lizzie shakily pointed out which meant that she was about to begin to sob and there was nothing I could do about it, especially not through a wall. This was going to be a long night.

Hamish and Mr. Swann visited the next morning, mostly for comfort. The charges were just and the punishment was right. There wasn't anything we could do; in fact, it seemed that we had done enough.

"Are you alright?" Hamish asked me through the bars while I paced and Mr. Swann was trying to stay presentable for Lizzie. I stopped pacing and moved closer to the bars.

"Tell me I was silly for trying to rescue a pirate but you'll find me a way out of this situation." I asked quietly. To my surprise, Hamish leaned in and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

"I wish could, because I would do it in a heartbeat." His sincerity stunned me but was welcome any day. "I want you to know that I was only hard on you because if I wasn't, you'd never be strong like you needed to be. People like us, people without knowledge of who they come from, have it more difficult in a world like this." Before I could question him, the doors opened and two guards came down. I recognized them, Murtogg and Mullroy.

"Lord Beckett wishes to see Ms. Hart." Murtogg announced and immediately came to my cell and unlocked it.

"What on Earth for?" Mr. Swann asked as they put handcuffs on me again.

"Sorry, Governor, confidential." Mullroy seemed apologetic as I got one last look at my family before being led out of the prison. We all got into a carriage and sat quietly as it began to move.

"What exactly does he want?" I finally spoke up to one or the other, it didn't matter which. I could feel them glance at each other before Murtogg sighed.

"Alright, all we know is that Mr. Turner went in early this morning…" And they went on to tell me everything I needed to know which contradicted them starting with, 'all we know is'. When I was walked into Beckett's office I felt more confident than before. He was sitting at his desk and looked up when I was brought in. He folded his hands at the sight of me.

"The lady does not require restraints, gentlemen." Beckett said the words and the action of removing my handcuffs were set in motion. Mullroy and Murtogg didn't need to be told after that to leave the room.

"Thank you for the kindness, Milord." I curtsied deeply.

"Tell me, is this fun for you? Because you are terrifyingly good at it." His words made me straighten up in confusion.

"Pardon me, Milord?" I watched him chuckle then lean back in his chair.

"Do you know what they call you, the pirates? Baily Black Heart. Now, with a name like that, I can only wonder whether you have pretended to be a ruthless pirate, or whether you are pretending to be a lady. You seem to be magnificent at both given the rumors." He was just so smug which impelled my decision that I was going to be hung either way, so I may as well be ruthless.

"I, for one, quite like the name. Those pirates are a clever lot aren't they? The play on words is just," I trailed off as I began to walk around.

"So which is it? A lady or a pirate?" Beckett's eyes followed my moves as I touched the different trinkets. When in doubt, act like Jack Sparrow.

"If I were a lady, I suppose I wouldn't be getting hung. But if I was a pirate, I suppose I'd already be hung. How about you let your imaginings run wild and in the end, you can tell me." I offered him and silently began a game in which we were opponents.

"Heart of black or gold, it doesn't matter. I have a proposition for you." I heard his chair move and footsteps.

"Yes I am aware." I turned and moved past him as he was making his way to me.

"And how do you know this?" He wondered as I made my way to his map.

"Lord Beckett, I know everything." I admit it was a bit much but I like to be enigmatic at times. He came and stood beside me.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, more in amusement than as a result of being impressed.

"Yes, you see, you believe, or you want everyone to believe you believe that the Golden Age of Piracy, as you put it, is coming to an end. More importantly you believe or, again, would like everyone to believe you believe that that you'll be the end to all this pillaging and plundering." I thought back to the papers not too long ago.

"You know my politics well, and what do you think?" He asked with some pride. I turned to him, unimpressed.

"I prefer Livingston." I turned and went towards the desk, "I prefer the gradual end to piracy. This East India Trading Company is a self-serving solution. Everyone gives in, the company becomes a monopoly, and when the fog clears no one will be able to say no to the business men they've handed their livelihood over to. Feels an awful lot like piracy if you ask me." I took a seat in his desk chair. Beckett came over and sat on the edge beside me.

"You know, Baily, you are rather appealing. You're pretty, smart, intuitive, maybe a bit much for marrying man, hm miss?" He pointed out my lack of a husband, making me glower at him.

"I suppose that's why you didn't offer me a drink like you did William? I'm quite hurt, even if he didn't take it." I watched as Beckett looked at me, disordered. "When I said everything, I did mean everything." I reminded him of my statement. "Now, I know you want the compass but my only question is why do you need me when William is certainly going to go to the ends of the Earth for his fiancé?"

"I believe that Mr. Turner has the motive, but Baily Black Heart has the pull." He admitted. I leaned back in the chair and looked at him. After a moment he spoke up and moved to stand,

"Would you like a-"

"No, sit." I told him and he returned to his position. "I know that you don't think I will do this without proper incentive."

"Of course not, I offer the freedom from being bound by the brand of a pirate."

"Not enough." I told him immediately. "In fact, can I choose where you put it?" I moved my hair to the side, revealing more shoulder and making him turn a little pink. "Don't undermine me Lord Beckett; you don't know what color my heart is." He turned his head to look out over his balcony in thought.

"Do you have a price?" He asked, realizing that he actual was bargaining with a young woman, possibly a pirate.

"You wouldn't be able to afford me." I concluded quickly. After another moment, he fully turned to me.

"I will pardon your cousin and her fiancé." He offered.

"And what of me?" I inquired.

"Well, I can only write so many pardons."

"And I assume the one for Sparrow cost quite a bit." I could only imagine.

"You have no idea."

"I think I do." I was literally in line for the gallows because I assisted the Captain.

"You can choose where I put the brand, just like you asked, and perhaps I'll turn a blind eye if only Turner returns with the compass." He was going to let me escape.

"And when will these letters of mark be delivered?" I asked him. I knew my legislature.

"I will draw two up and send a letter tonight to the King. By the time the compass arrives, they will too." Beckett looked at me expectantly until I stood, extending my hand.

"You have an accord."

After everything was completed, I was brought into another room where Will was looking out the window.

"Will!" I raced to him and he pulled me into a tight hug whilst I tried not to wince.

"Baily, what are you doing here?" He looked me over.

"Beckett asked me to help you find the compass." And that was what I was going to tell everyone. They didn't need to know about any pardons or deals.

"Really?"

"Yes, and I said I would. Jack can help us save Lizzie if nothing else." Will agreed, and we were off again to start yet another necessary adventure. Our first stop was the prison to see everyone and say goodbyes.

"You can't be in here." A guard tried to stop us but Mr. Swann told him differently while Will explained everything to Lizzie.

"Uncle," I reached for Mr. Swann's hand, "I'm leaving with Will. We're going to find Jack and bring him here in exchange for our freedom."

"What? No." He immediately disagreed and turned to Will. "We will find our own avenue to freedom."

"Is that a lack of faith in Jack or in me?" Will asked him. Their relationship wasn't the best.

"That you would risk your life to save Sparrow's does not mean he would do the same for you," He turned to me, "Or you," He looked at me with such worry it made my heart ache. "Or anyone else. Now, where's the dog with the keys?" Mr. Swann went looking for him while Will and Lizzie said their goodbyes. When they were finished I went over.

"I have faith in you." Lizzie told me. "You can do this, just be safe." I nodded.

"I can say the same for you." I told her with a smile. "I'll get you your freedom, Lizzie."

"I know you will." I kissed her forehead before Will and I took off. We went to the mill and I changed into the clothes I used to swordfight in and we each got a sword. It was sunset by the time we made it to the docks and bartered a passage with a fishing boat. Our first destination was Tortuga and, although piracy was illegal, Tortuga was one of the last free ports. If you didn't stop there as a merchant, you were missing a grand opportunity for profit. We went below deck with the cargo where there was a little boy binding fishing nets. When we finally got settled, Will sat next to me.

"I didn't think to ask at the time, but why did Beckett ask you to help me?"

"Well, apparently those rumors from way back when worked a bit too well." I chuckled. "He thinks I have pull in the pirate world, and maybe he's right." I shrugged. Will shook his head.

"Of course he's right. If Jack was going to do something he didn't want to do, it would be for you if anyone." Will agreed, making me turn to look at him.

"What do you mean?"

"You should have seen the way he looked at you. It was the way I looked at Elizabeth before we got engaged and I just longed after her." He smirked at me then pulled me into a hug. "I'm glad you're here. You give me hope that our problems can be solved."

"You give me too much credit." Pushing him off me playfully, I turned to the little boy with the net. "Hello."

"Yeah?" He looked up at me briefly.

"If you teach me to do that, I'll help you." I motioned to the way he was tying the ropes together.

"Alright then Ms." He nodded and patted the crate next to him. While I was learning to tie knots, Will made a makeshift bed and decided to get some rest.

"Long day for you two?" The boy, Peter, nodded to Will who was fast asleep.

"Unbelievably."

R&R

I'll take this time to do a sort of Author's Note so skip this if you want.

First, sorry for the delay. I have been working a lot of hours all at once which I don't know how that happened. I just graduated Saturday so yay! I was going to update Monday morning but my computer shut off and I had to completely retype this entire chapter so that sucked. Now, you all have been asking me a lot of questions as well which is great. Just to answer a few…

Am I going to have a sequel? As you can tell I'm starting the second movie in this chapter. I don't like separating sequels unless the story gets too long. I don't know if I'm doing the fourth movie because it's a bit off course and OOC for Baily to just leave Elizabeth.

As for things that will happen in the way future, I generally write a movie or a season at a time so I don't know about many things far out. BUT who knows what I'll change.

I know what my profile says but I have a lot of time on my hands now so I'm going to be writing all summer. I also have a lot of the second and third movie written and planned it should be smooth sailing.

Thanks a lot, Review!