I remember the days in Port Royale I spent with Will, before we knew about Davy Jones, very clearly. Among other things, one of my favorite topics of conversation was his time spent with Captain Jack Sparrow on his quest to rescue me from Barbossa.

"Why do you always insist on me telling you these stories?" After extra-long swordplay practices with Will in the forge (Will owned his own forge at this point), I always wanted to know about something that had happened between Jack and Will. Will had once compared me to a child asking for a bedtime story; I always wanted to know every detail and everything described accurately.

"If I ever run into pirates again, which is more than likely seeing that we live in the middle of the Caribbean, I would like to know how they think, so I may outwit them on the field of battle." I sat down on a nearby stool and poured myself a glass of water from a slightly banged up silver pitcher which was sitting on a nearby table

Will smiled. "I think being a lady of Port Royal who knows how to wield a sword in and of itself would allow you to outwit just about any opponent on any playing field." As he said this, he walked over and pulled up a stool similar to the one that I was sitting on and sat next to me.

"The only opponent that that little trick wouldn't work on is you."

"True," he said as our faces were inching closer, "but there are so many other things that I would rather do with you than fight."

"No," I said abruptly as I put a finger over his approaching lips. "Tell me the story first."

He smiled, and then took the hand that was attached to the finger that was held over his lips and kissed it gently. "As you wish."

"We had just commandeered the Interceptor, and we were sailing for Tortuga, although I didn't know that at the time, in search of a crew. I knew that Jack knew my father, because he didn't agree to help me until he knew my name. I confronted him about it, and he said that my father was a pirate. I wasn't exactly fond of that idea at the time, so I drew my sword and challenged Jack. Of course, he just turned the steering wheel, which caused me to be suddenly dangling over the churning waters of the open ocean."

There was more to the story, but at the moment my mind concentrated only on the one part that might be able to help me. I looked behind me, where all of the pirates but two were gathered. Sometimes, I thought, life is just too easy.

I turned around slowly, keeping my left hand on the wheel. When I was almost completely turned around, I yanked on the wheel. Most of the pirates didn't know what hit them. All but one was now floundering about helplessly in the churning blue waters, and the one who had managed to grab onto a piece of rope had grabbed onto the only piece of rope that was frayed. He was soon bobbing in the ocean like a seabird resting on the waves with the rest of his Resistance members.

I drew my sword and pointed it at the two remaining Resistance members still on the main deck. I walked down the stairs and said, "So you are going to jump over the side to be with your long forgotten friends?"

They both put their hands up and began to back away from me, while I began walking forward.

The taller of the two answered, "Yes, but only to tell the news to our leader that the great Elizabeth Swann is with child." They both then jumped off the boat.

I put my sword away and looked down at my growing belly. It wasn't that obvious, was it?

I managed to get the boat back around to Gatuno without any further incident, although the entire time I was wondering if I should continue with this quest. After all, I was carrying Will's child. What if something happened?

When I finally docked the boat in Gatuno, Mistress Ching, several dirty ruffians, and Capitaine Chevalle were already there.

"Well finally! I would have never thought that the pirate king would keep me waiting for so long!" Chevalle exclaimed as I was walking back onto the docks. He turned to the group of people who looked like homeless vagabonds and barked something in angry French. The seven or eight people I assumed to be his crew hurriedly gathered themselves and began to hastily make ready for sail.

"Capitaine Chevalle, are you not forgetting something?" Mistress Ching asked.

He turned around with an unhappy look on his face and barked, "What!"

"You need to give Captain Swann your approval."

"Ah, yes. I give you my approval. Now go, I don't want you in these waters again!" he barked back.

After he was back on his new ship, I asked, "What put him in such a foul mood?"

"It's a pride thing," Mistress Ching explained. "We are some of the few people who have seen him at a very low point in his life, so whenever he sees us in the future, he is going to hate us. I'm actually quite surprised that he asked us for help with the ship and the crew in the first place."

"Wonderful," I muttered. "Just what I need, another person in this world who hates me."

"What do you mean?"

I told her all about what happened with the Resistance, and my worries about continuing this quest while I was with child.

"You can't quit seeking out the Pirate Lords' approval," she said. "The Resistance will continue to seek you out, even if you stay on land. You will always be in danger, even if you take great pains to avoid it. You might actually be in greater danger if you choose to stay in one place. At least when you are on this quest, you will be constantly moving."

"But how did the Resistance find me in the first place?"

"They have bases in all of the major pirating ports around the globe," Mistress Ching responded. "When the base here heard that you were here, they probably sent spies to observe what they were doing, and then laid a trap for you."

"You're right," I agreed. "So are we leaving in the morning?"

"We'll leave when the majority of our crew gets back to the boat. When I was looking for that blasted crew for Chevalle, I noticed that a great number of our own crew was either drunk of mead, or drunk of feminine company."