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"Spices! Many wonderful herbs to make your meals taste better! And cheap, very cheap!"

The marketplace was bustling as always with everyone searching for food for the day or something else that they needed for the upcoming days. It was overcast and some sort of storm was likely on the horizon. A young woman with dark skin and equally dark eyes was currently taking a look at the bushel of apples. She glanced over at the occupied owner of said bushel and took one fruit for herself before walking as fast as she could.

"Good day to you AnaMaria," a woman said with a smile and a wave.

"Good day Mrs. Ackart. Bad weather seems to be coming our way."

"Aye, I noticed. Better get inside soon before it pours."

Ana continued on her way and purchased a few things while commandeering a few others. It was extra crowded in the market today. Everyone was bumping into each other as they wanted to get home as soon as they could. Looking around, Ana's eyes suddenly find a very old woman following after someone with her hands held open as though she needed some money for something.

"Please a shilling or two. I have nothing and no one left."

She watched as the man she attempting to chase continued on his way as though he hadn't heard her at all. The woman all but collapsed right there and then. Her body rocked with the sobs coming from deep within her. Ana quickly went over to her side and laid a hand upon her stood shoulder.

"Is something wrong Ma'am?" Ana asked in a caring tone.

"My-my husband and my son. My little boy. They're both de-dead," she said laying her head upon Ana's shoulder and continuing to cry.

Ana brought the woman into a hug and she continued to sob.

"When did this happen?" she asked.

"Re-recently. And he was but a little boy my son. Now I'll never be saved."

The woman suddenly broke out into a hacking fit and gasped for breath while Ana rubbed her back. Something didn't make sense though.

"You said your son was young? However old was he?"

"Only two years miss."

This couldn't be any odder. Here this woman was, aged many years her senior obviously, claiming to have a child who is only two years old? This poor, poor woman. Ana pulled away and removed from her pocket, her change purse.

"Ma'am please, accept a few shillings," she said trying to hand them to her.

The woman began to shake her head before finally looking Ana in the eye. She reached out a hand and touched her face.

"Do I know you?"

Ana took the hand away and shook her own head. "I'm sorry Ma'am but we've never met. But my name is AnaMaria."

"AnaMaria…it sounds so familiar…."

"Ma'am, please take the money and try to find someplace warm. There is more than likely a storm on the horizon."

That being said, Ana stood up and left the poor woman with a few coins and went to her place of business.

Elizabeth sat in the gutter and watched the young woman walk away. AnaMaria? Wasn't she on the Pearl during their first little adventure out at sea?

Here she was, alive and well and most notably nearby. Hopefully their paths would cross again and soon.

On her way back home, Ana passed many people and the topic of choice was the mysterious woman.

"Just showed up in the middle of the night."

"Never seen hide nor hair of 'er before."

"I swear she claimed to be the wife o' the Captain o' de Flying Dutchman. Might be true, she is old enough."

A few hours later, the downpour began. A part of her missed being out at sea during storms like this. She remembered the last one, the one when she was on the Pearl with Jack. Ana watched from the window as the sky seemed to cry out in pain.

In the distance, there seemed to be a blur walking around trying to find someplace dry to stand. Squinting, she finally realized that it was the beggar woman from earlier in the day. She shouldn't be out there! She'd likely catch a terrible illness and Ana didn't want that to be laid upon her soul. Ana ran to the door and went over to the woman who seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Please Ma'am, come in with me to my warm home," she said.

"Oh bless you Ana dear," the woman said.

Ana helped to walk the woman inside and disappeared to find some extra linens they could use to dry off with.

"I'm afraid that all I have at the moment are extra bed sheets. Will they do?"

"Ana dear," the woman said with a tired grin, "they will do splendidly. You don't have to."

"Oh no. It's my pleasure…"

"Elizabeth."

"It's my pleasure…Elizabeth."

Ana then helped Elizabeth to a rocking chair which sat by a fireplace with roaring flames. It was very pleasant and welcome as compared to outdoors.

"Can I make you a cup of tea maybe?" Ana asked.

"Oh, that would be lovely. Thank you."

Ana began to get that ready while Elizabeth continued to sit in front of the fire to warm up. She frowned and Ana noticed, but Elizabeth did not voice what her concerns were. Perhaps the woman should stay for a few days. At least until Ana could find her family and make sure she got home safely.

They had escaped the Locker. They were now back in the living world. And on top of all that, Elizabeth Turner had left her home and disappeared.

Agatha was more than a little upset by this revelation.

Out of the three men in the room at the moment, all but one seemed to be calm. For indeed, Waite seemed to be swallowing as she glided over to his side.

"May I speak with you for a moment?" she asked in a steely tone of voice.

Waite nodded and the two of them left the house. Agatha stood in front of him and placed her hands gently upon her hips.

"Is there something you've neglected to mention?" she asked.

Waite licked his lips and slowly shook his head. Agatha gave out a short laugh before grabbing him by the throat and holding on tightly.

"You are lying Thomas Waite," she said squeezing. "Where did Elizabeth Turner disappear to?"

"She-"he rasped out.

"Yes?" she asked in a sweet tone.

"She left."

"Left to go where?"

"I-I don't know. The village I suppose. Please, let me go."

Agatha gave him one last look before letting go of him. Waite grabbed his neck and took many deep breaths.

"Thank you Master Waite," she said. Agatha then snapped her fingers and Waite could feel his throat begin to constrict as though she was holding on once again. But only she was staring at him from nearly three feet away. As he slowly fell to the ground, she whispered into his ear, "Say hello to your precious crew members."

Agatha re-entered the house to find her Father sitting in a chair and Beckett examining him.

"Is something wrong?" she asked getting worried.

"You tell me, dearest Daughter."

She leaned over him and brought a hand to his face. It felt clammy and an odd color.

"You're-you're changing back," she whispered alarmed.

"Aye."

"We have to get Will Turner back in the Locker."

"But how?" Beckett asked.

"I have an idea…" Agatha said with an evil smirk upon her pretty face.

She's back :). Poor Waite though, they found out. Oh well, thanks for reading everyone.