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Thanks everyone for your reviews. Switching gears here a little. The answer to the question everyone is dying to know will be on Thursday this week so we can bring you this... (willabeth0906 did a really good job here)

"So explain this to me once again," Henry said, "how can the Captain of the Flying Dutchman be able to walk on land?"

"He answers to Calypso," Davy said, "she must have a soft spot for him. She bends the rules to her liking – always has. They are her rules – she changes them as she sees fit."

"She's probably giving him the opportunity to stop us father. We need to get him and stop him first. I could tell though he was different. He wasn't as powerful – I could have sworn he was just as a mortal man when I was in his presence."

"Your mother probably did some sort of trade off for allowing him on land. So if what you feel is in fact true then our job is easy – we catch him on land."

"And what," Beckett asked tired of this guessing game, "send him back to the locker? He's on to us now. Thanks to our friend Sparrow. And what of Turner's escaped wife?"

"She'll not be a problem. She's so old – death can not be far off for her. I was almost finished with her with that traitor Waite let her go. I will go and snoop around to see if I can find the Turners and Sparrow. You will need to wait here. No one will recognize me since I'm young again."

"Do hurry daughter," Davy Jones reminded her as he looked at his hands that were changing color and began getting spots on them.

Agatha nodded and left quickly. She liked the way she could now more freely through the market without the stares and whispers of the people behind her back. She smiled at some of the men and they eagerly returned her smile some with lust in their eyes. She would laugh and move on. She went over to the woman selling fruit, there seemed to be many gathered around her and another man. "Gossiping probably," she thought to herself, "which is exactly what I need."

"And then that handsome young man carried her Great Aunt all the way," Mary said telling the story to the crowd.

"I told Ana – that the ship with black sails – well I heard tell – they are pirates," Edward added.

"But Ana didn't seemed to care. Just wanted her Great Aunt to get off the island I suppose. Must have been a dying wish or something," Mary continued.

A woman in the crowd spoke up, "I didn't even know that old woman who showed up telling wild tales of the Flying Dutchman was her Great Aunt."

"Well," Edward starated, "I couldn't help but overhear-"

"Eavesdropping again," Mary interjected and received a harsh look from Edward.

"Like I was saying, she was looking to get her Great Aunt off the island quickly. I heard Ana call the Captain – Jack Sparrow."

The crowd grew silent then finally a small voice was heard, "I heard he was dead."

"Guess not and now I guess Ana and her relative are going to sail with them," Edward said.

"I just never saw Ana with relatives before," Mary said.

"I think perhaps she was named after this one. Cause the woman was introduced as Susanna," Edward told them.

"Well now that you all have heard today's news – how's about buying some of me fruit instead of just standing there," Mary said quickly dispersing the crowd.

Agatha walked up and handed her a coin and picked up a piece of fruit. "That must have been an interesting morning for you."

"Yes Miss. Are you new to our little island," Mary asked.

"Oh – yes. A family friend just passed on and I just came to make sure she was buried at sea as she wished."

"Oh dear I'm so sorry. Was it someone I knew?"

"I really didn't know much about her – strange old woman – named Agatha. Actually I was named after her," Agatha continued telling Mary and enjoying the shocked look on her face.

"Agatha? The old woman who lived by herself way out-"

"Yes. I really didn't know her but I don't think from everything I've been told I would have liked her much. She seemed very cruel."

Mary didn't know what to say. She as most people here had feared Agatha and she didn't want to show the joy that was creeping in her heart of the information the young lady had just provided.

"I heard the word pirates mentioned. Are we safe here," Agatha asked putting her best I'm a scared beautiful girl look on.

"Oh yes dear. That ship sailed as soon as the Captain got aboard."

"I heard you say something about a handsome young man – was that the Captain?"

"Oh – no. Let's see. I believe I heard the name Will used. Good looking man – must have a heart of gold to take care of that old woman."

"And you say she went by the name Susanna?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Well – good day Ma'am. Delicious fruit."

Mary smiled as the dark haired beauty left, "pleasant girl so unlike her namesake," she muttered as she rearranged her fruit.

Agatha opened the door and was greeted by two anxious faces. "Well," her father said.

"They just left and we must sail after them. Beckett go prepare your ship. Father and I will be there shortly." Beckett knew better than to ask more questions, after all he had seen what she had done to Waite, so he left quickly to get the ship ready.

"Daughter, what did you find out?"

"They are all together. The Turners, Sparrow and another named Ana."

"So we follow. Why do you look so confused?"

"Because father. Elizabeth Turner has not let her true identity known. She and this Ana are hiding the truth from Turner and Sparrow. She has been introduced as a Great Aunt Susanna. I don't understand why?"

"She probably does it to protect Will Turner. He thinks her already dead and if she knows she is dying then she probably doesn't want him to deal with her death twice. These weak people are so emotionally crippled."

"Hmm," Agatha said, "I am going to pack my things up. I may never come back to this dreadful island. I'm young now and with you free – well once Turner is taken care of I will enjoy my youth and your freedom."

"I'll go check on the ship and come back to help you with your things."

"Yes, father." After hearing the door shut, Agatha sat down on her little cot of a bed. She looked around the room. She had spent so many lonely nights here, so obsessed with freeing her father that she never had time for any companionship not even when she was young and beautiful. Her mind drifted back to her meeting with Will Turner in the Tavern's room. The way his body melted to her touch. Her kiss that she gave Will to silence him and how he had responded in kind. She had forgotten who she was for that time for she just found herself just being the lover of Will Turner. As her thoughts drifted off, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"Will, my love, how I've missed you," Agatha said caressing his body.

"You know I hate being separated from you too. Have you found a way to come with me this time," Will asked her with hope in his eyes.

"Yes. I was given permission by Calypso herself. Of course she does have a soft spot for her only child."

Will picked her up and spun her around slowly letting her slide down into a passionate kiss. "I'm so lucky. I thought I'd never find love after Elizabeth. Especially in the daughter of Calypso," Agatha lowered her head at Will's words,"but I did and I couldn't be happier." With that Will lifted her chin and once again kissed her. Agatha couldn't believe all the feelings that were bursting from within her. She had never known love or happiness for that matter. She was happy and in love and now she would never be separated from Will Turner ever again.

Suddenly the door of their room flung open and there stood a cursed Davy Jones with a sword in his hand. "You – my so called daughter. You chose him over me and now you are condemning me to death. I'll kill him before I let you chose him."

"What? Father NO! I didn't chose."

"Calypso never gives anything away – there's always a catch. If you chose him, I die."

Will looked at Agatha with longing and love in his eyes. "I trust you my love," he said gently, "do what you must."

"No – I can't. I won't."

"Then I'll do it for you my darling daughter."

"NO!"

"Agatha. Agatha, are you alright dear?"

"What? Father. I must have dozed off. I supposed I was dreaming. It just seemed so real."

"You'll have enough time to dream later. Now we must hurry. We need to catch the Black Pearl and capture and kill, Will Turner. Beckett can do as he pleases with Sparrow and Elizabeth Turner will probably die from the shock of having to watch as we send her beloved back to the locker for good."

Agatha picked up the remaining crystals and herbs that were in the room. Her father's words should have been a comfort to her but now they seemed to torture her very soul. What was happening to her? She couldn't be having feelings for the very man she had to dispatch from this world, could she?

More reason to hate her. Thanks for reading and as I said, we'll find out what happened with Elizabeth in the next update. Sorry to leave you hanging.