The doors of Lord Cutler Beckett's office on the Endeavour opened and Jack and Trynity were shoved in without so much aplomb and the doors were abruptly closed as they turned to head back out.

"Your friends appear to be quite desperate, Jack."

Both Sparrows froze and looked at each other and then slowly turned around to see Beckett – or at least Beckett's back – as he looked out the window. Jack gave Trynity the follow me jerk of his head and walked over to a table that had all sorts of jewelry boxes, steins with lids and snuff boxes lined up on a table at the back of the room along with some walking sticks, paintings and other things that were nothing but conspicuous consumption. The pirate pair prowled along the row and Jack lifted lids, peering into them as Trynity watched Beckett.

"Perhaps they no longer believe that a gaggle of squabbling pirates can defeat the Flying Dutchman, and so despair leads to betrayal. But you and I are no strangers to betrayal, are we?" Beckett said and Trynity looked down at Jack's right wrist where the "P" had been branded into his flesh. Her fingers traced over the brand and Jack sighed softly.

"It's not here, Jack." Beckett said.

"What? What isn't?" Jack said, turning and looking at Beckett finally.

Beckett turned around and seemed to do a double take seeing Trynity standing beside him. "The heart of Davy Jones. It's safely aboard the Dutchman and so unavailable to use as leverage to satisfy your debt to the good captain."

Jack snorted softly and walked over to the huge painting of Beckett himself. "By my reckoning, that account has been settled."

"By your death. And yet here you are."

Trynity had to snicker as Jack had picked up a walking stick and was trying to strike a pose to match the painting. "Close your eye and pretend it's all a bad dream," he told Beckett. "That's how I get by."

"And if Davy Jones were to learn of your survival…" He walked over to the desk and picked up a decanter and poured some brown liquid into two small glasses, offering Jack one. "Perhaps you will consider an alternative arrangement. One which requires absolutely nothing from you but information."

Jack, during Beckett's little speech, took the glass from him and downed the drink then took the other from him as well and downed that one too. Making sure Trynity was across the room and staying there for now, his gaze shifted back to Beckett. "Regarding the Brethren Court, no doubt. In exchange for fair compensation…..square my debt with Jones. Guarantee my—"and suddenly a nod at Trynity as if just now noticing her. "Our….freedom."

Beckett looked at Trynity when Jack did and then a snort at the girl, but his attention back on Jack. "Of course. Just good business."

Jack nodded and looked down at the little figures on Beckett's desk all lined up in perfect rows he'd been using on the map on the table behind to mark what seas they had taken over. He started to pick up one of the little figures but his eye caught on the leader of the group obviously painted to look like Beckett himself. "Were I in a divulgatory mood….what then might I divulge?" studying the little figurine closely.

Beckett leaned a bit closer to Jack and his voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Everything. Where are they meeting? Who are the pirate lords? What is the purpose of the nine pieces of eight?"

Jack looked at him sideways and a smirk as he turned on his heel and sauntered across the room back over to Tryn who was struggling to figure out how to open a Chinese fan. Jack took it from the teenager with a, "Let me see, darling," and spun back around facing Beckett again, and a quick snap of his wrist and the fan spread open, a wink to Trynity and he fanned himself gently as he prowled back over to Beckett. "You van keep Barbossa, the belligerent homunculus and his friend with the wooden eye both, and Turner." The fan dropped as he stopped at the desk and leaned a bit forward, a steady glare at Beckett. "Especially Turner." The glare softened as he went on. "The rest go with me aboard the Pearl and I'll lead you to Shipwreck Cove where I will hand in the pirates and you will not hand me to Jones." The fan opened again and he began fanning himself again as he straightened up. "Bloody fair deal, don't you think?"

But then Beckett shifted his gaze to the blonde. "And what becomes of Trynity?" A nod at the girl at the back of the room.

Jack blinked and looked over his shoulder at his daughter and then back at Beckett, his eyes narrowing as he leaned on the desk on one hand and the glare turned evil. "What interest is she to you?"

Beckett thought for a moment and realizing he wasn't going to get anywhere on that angle, he stood up, "Jack, I just recalled, I've got this wonderful compass," Beckett started as he walked to the back of the room and picked up Jack's compass and turned back to the pirate and let the thing dangle. "…which points to whatever I want. So for what do I need you?"

Jack's attention narrowed on the compass for a moment but then it shifted back to Beckett. "Points to the thing you want most and that is not the Brethren Court, is it?"

"Then what is, Jack?"

"Me," Jack said and then a twitch. "Dead."

Beckett looked sideways at Trynity for a moment then back at Jack and a glare with a whispered growl, "Damn." And he tossed the compass at Jack who tossed the fan at Beckett at the same time, each catching the object flying at them. "Although," Beckett said flipping open the fan and Trynity giggling madly as Jack flinched seeing the sight before him. "If I kill you, then I can use the compass to find Shipwreck Cove, is it, on my own." And the fan was put down as the derringer in the other hand was brought up to level at the captain as Beckett slowly walked back up to Jack. Trynity flinched but Jack shot her a look to freeze and the teenager did. "Cut out the middleman as it were.

Jack's gaze shifted from his daughter to the gun and then up to Beckett's face. A lazy smirk plastered on his lips. "With me killed, you'd arrive at the Cove to find it's a stronghold, nigh impregnable, able to withstand blockade for years and then you'd be wishing Oh if only there was someone I had not killed inside to ensure that the pirates then come outside" And the smirk took on a wicked glint to it.

Beckett studied Jack for a long minute. "And you can accomplish all this, can you?"

Trynity rolled her eyes as her father opened his arms and said, "You may kill me but you may never insult me. Who am I?"

Beckett looked at Trynity for a moment then back to Jack and the confused shrug of his shoulders and shake of his head was enough to elicit a pout from the captain. "Captain Jack Sparrow!" He said and before anything else could be said, there was a loud explosion which blew a wide hole in the wall beside them and a violent jolt and lurch of the ship. Jack teetered on his heels, Beckett was thrown backwards and Trynity was slammed to the floor. Jack saw the opportunity and grabbed Beckett's hand, shaking it and shouted, "Done!" And dashed across the room, grabbing Trynity's arm, hauling her to her feet and the pair ran out of the cabin and down the hallway up the stairs to the main deck where Jack stopped running and led her along to a cannon. Across the way the East India Trading Company agents were trying to take over the Pearl again since Barbossa and Gibbs had freed it with help from Sao Feng and his crew who were now sailing away on the Empress in the opposite direction.

When Beckett finally was able to stagger up onto the main deck, he saw Jack standing on the railing and Trynity hugging him tight. Jack was holding onto a rope he had tied to a cannon which he was setting the spark to to light the fuse. Beckett saw the little figure of himself at the cannon's mouth but a glare at the Sparrows.

"You're mad!" he said.

Jack smirked. "Thank goodness for that. Because if I wasn't this would probably never work!"

He touched the spark to the fuse which sputtered and finally a few seconds later there was a loud BOOM and the cannonball smashed past Beckett and through the mast behind him as he dodged off to the side. The canon's blast and being on wheels sent it shooting backwards and jerking the rope Jack held, and lifting both Sparrows up off of the Endeavour and tossing them across the way and dropping them onto the Pearl as the crew watched but seeing the rope flying over the deck and hearing a loud splash on the other side of the ship, they all ran over and looked down but didn't see either one.

Barbossa turned and looked up as his eye caught a movement and a snort which got the other pirates' attention. Jack stood on the top of the railing leaning against one of the lanterns as Trynity was already jumping down to the deck.

"And that was without a single drop of rum!"

Barbossa grumbled and walked off as Will was suddenly surrounded by the others as Jack jumped off of the railing behind Tryn and walked over to stand in the blacksmith's personal space. "Send this pestilent, traitorous, cow-hearted, yeasty codpiece to the brig." Was all he'd growl and Pintel and Ragetti grabbed Will's arms and dragged him off as Jack moved on and headed for his cabin again as the blonde followed along behind.

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It was near midnight.

Trynity couldn't sleep so she had decided to set out across the deck for a stroll. Most of the crew was down below as there was only a few remaining on deck to keep the Pearl on her course to Shipwreck Cove. She stifled a yawn and was about to go back to bed when she heard something splash in the water off the side and she blinked and headed to the bow of the ship.

Hiding behind one of the masts, she looked around to see Will tying a dead EITC agent body to a barrel and then tossing it overboard. Checking to make sure that it had fallen away from the ship and then he turned back to start all over again. She was about to head back to get her father but then she heard his voice.

"You escaped the brig even quicker than I expected."

Will jumped and brought his father's dagger up towards the voice ready to fight if he had to.

Jack was lounging on the bowsprit, a smirk when he saw Will jump and he stood, balancing on the mast pole and easing his way down to the deck and Will. "William, do you notice anything? Rather, do you notice something that is not there to be noticed "

Will looked around and then back at Jack. "You haven't raised an alarm?"

"Odd, isn't it? Not as odd as this." He said, waving a hand at what the blacksmith was doing. "Come up with this all by your lonesome, did ya?"

Will snorted softly. "I said to myself, think like Jack."

Jack frowned. "And this is what you've arrived at? Lead Beckett to Shipwreck Cove so as to gain his trust, accomplish your own ends? It's like you don't know me at all, mate…" The captain jumped down the last step and landed nimbly on the deck. And how does your dearly beloved feel about this plan?"

It was clear from the reaction that Will gave that he hadn't decided to share his idea with anyone.

"Ah you've not seen fit to trust her with it." And as he walked past Will, he caught a glimpse of a blonde trying to hide behind the mast and a smirk.

But Will was staring out across the water. "I'm losing her Jack. Every step I make for my father is a step away from Elizabeth." He said softly.

Jack turned from Trynity and looked at Will, a slight frown seeing the boy was really torn up over this. "Mate, if you choose to lock your heart away, you'll lose her for certain." And he turned and walked over to the railing. "Now if I might lend a machete to your intellectually thicket. Avoid the choice altogether. Change the facts. Let someone else dispatch Jones."

"Who?" Will said and then looked at Jack. "You?"

Trynity heard that one and almost shouted no but she slapped a hand over her mouth and moved to the railing to watch them closer now.

Jack pouted at the tone in Will's voice and walked back over to the boy. "Death has a curious way of re-shuffling one's priorities. I slip aboard the Dutchman, find the heart, stab the beating thing, your father is freed from his debt and you're free to be with your charming murderess."

Will saw the girl but didn't bother to address that one yet and turned to Jack. "And you're willing to cut out your heart and bind yourself to the Dutchman….forever."

"No, mate. I'm free forever. Free to sail the seas beyond the edges of the map. Free from death itself."

Will shook his head. "You have to do the job, though, Jack. You have to ferry souls to the next world. Or end up like Jones…" and one hand drew down his face to 'remember' the tentacles.

Jack twitched and mumbled. "I don't have the face for tentacles." But then a grin. "But immortal has to count for something, eh?" And then a bright look. ""Oh!" And he handed Will the compass, putting it in his hand.

"What's this for?" Wills aid, confused.

Jack just smirked at him and said softly, "Think like me. It'll come to you." And with that, he shoved Will backwards, causing the boy to lose his balance and fall into the water, still clutching the compass. Trynity finally ran over to the railing and looked over and then at Jack as he pushed the barrel Will was working on as well over the railing so at least he'd have something to hang on to...

"Give my regards to Davy Jones…." Jack said as the Pearl sailed off, leaving Will and the body floating for the Endeavour to find soon enough.