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Elizabeth rowed close to the ship and climbed up. She expected Jack to be more careful than that. She was in the process of climbing over the ship wall when an unfamiliar voice cried, "Halt!" She dropped down with a thunk, swallowing a bit of nausea. Then she realized that he was around five years younger than her and calmly said, "Parlez."

"What is that?"

"You are the worst pirate that I have ever seen."

This angered John greatly.

"I'm taking you straight to the captain."

"Finally," she said softly.

He took out his sword and led through the ship to the captain's quarters.

Anamaria entered the captain's quarters and slammed the door.

"You've been avoiding my presence!" she accused him.

Jack grumbled and sat up in bed.

"Who needs sleep? The captain certainly doesn't, woken up during a nap."

"Well?" asked Anamaria.

"Yes, I have," admitted Jack.

"Why?"

 "Your attitude has been less than courteous of late, more than usual, that is."

Anamaria was about to protest, but his point was valid.

"I was fearful for it to happen again."

"Than I shall give you my word that it will not happen again."

She processed this.

"Yes, that should work," she said, finally and held out her hand for him to shake. He did, but it was a long handshake. They looked at each other and Jack gently grasped her shoulder. He leaned ever so closer to her until their lips were only an inch apart.

 Then the door opened to reveal John. Elizabeth was trailing slightly behind. Anamaria broke from him hastily and seemed to flee.

"Captain," said the cabin boy.

"How many times…?" started Jack, quite upset at things, before seeing Elizabeth, "Miss Elizabeth!"

"Mrs. Turner," she corrected.

"You haven't done anything to our Will, have you?"

"No, he's in port as well. The Governor has this notion that pirates are after this new-found gold."

"Well, that sounds very interesting, but what does that have to do with the Black Pearl?"

"I think you could be of some help," said Elizabeth, determined.

Norrington had a sour expression as he walked down the gangplank onto the dock.

"We don't wish to speak ill of others especially Luisa, but we saw it all," said the large man.

The rest of the men wore saddened, worn looks and eyes were downcast.

"After the treasure was stored away, Luisa had gone below deck and we had no cause to follow her. In fact, we had cause not to."

"What do you mean?" asked Will.

"Luisa and Marley knew of each other, uh…intimately," he said, in a halting, embarrassed manner.

"Oh," said Will, getting it.

"She came back several hours later with blood on her hands and wouldn't speak a word. There was no question that she was responsible, but we wanted no part in more bloodshed."

"If she has killed over the treasure before, then there's little doubt that she won't in the future. At the very least, she must be watched."

"Do what you will, but do not interfere in our affairs. They are ours alone."

It was an unmistakable threat. Then there was the sound of pistols where Will had last spotted Norrington.

"What is the importance of this gold? Why is it worth killing over?" asked Elizabeth in the good dining room. She had already recounted everything she knew. Jack had only allowed himself, Elizabeth, Mr. Gibbs and Anamaria to be present.

"The gold is almost not as important as the man who stole it from the Spanish," half-explained Jack.

"Who was that?"

"Francis Drake, it was the only cargo that he ever lost in his career. His last plunder before being sent to Davy Jones locker in a lead coffin."

"Spanish gold that was plundered more than fifty years ago and it was just lying on the bottom of the sea in wait for someone to find it?"

"Covered by a hurricane only to be unearthed by an earthquake, the point is that it's there and I intend to take it."

"How did you come by this information?"

"A fellow pirate who I had not seen in quite some time knew of it."

"An original crew member of the Black Pearl?"

"Then you saw them as well on the Dauntless? Many people have worked aboard this ship and not all of them wound up cursed."

"Your answer avoids my question, Jack."

"I believe I've helped as well as I could, savvy?" said Jack, and stood, "The deck seems much more inviting right now."

He went for the door, but Elizabeth stopped him.

"People are going to die and it will be on your head."

"Pirate," he remarked, getting around her and through the doorway.

"There could be civilian casualities."

Jack's pace slowed and Elizabeth knew she had made her mark.

"There's a body on the ground!" yelled a man as they reached the scene. Will looked frantically for Norrington and hoped he was still living. He had almost reached the body when there was a commotion to his left. Large crate boxes fell and so did Norrington along with Luisa. He had her wrist grabbed tightly with one hand and carried a still slightly smoking pistol. Her face was passive and unreadable. Will now saw that the body on the ground was actually the scarred man.

"What is this?" asked Rookwood, running over.

"I believe this woman tried to shoot me. I wasn't witness to the act, but turned when I heard the shots. Then I found this man dead. He bravely gave his life for mine. She should be locked up right away."

"Fetch the jail-keeper!" cried Rookwood.

Elizabeth was clutching the side of the ship and wasn't unnoticed.

"She didn't seem so green on our last voyage," commented Jack.

"She also wasn't married or with child then either," added Anamaria.

Jack was taken aback by her second statement.

"Are you certain?" asked the older pirate.

"Not as certain as the tides, but she has all the signs for it."

Jack had a thoughtful look on his face.

The jail-keeper came running with the proper shackles, but as Rookwood had his hands poised to take them, the jail-keeper announced, "Governor Grant was needed at a disturbance at another dock. He sent word for Commodore Norrington and Mr. Turner, especially, to come as quick as they could."

The two of them exchanged perplexed glances and quickly followed an aide.

"Give me the gold or I kill the lass!" said Jack with an arm around Elizabeth and a gun aimed at her head.

"Do what he says!" she screamed.

"It would be a shame to lose her and her child!"

A look of shock came over Elizabeth's face and she saw Will by the Governor. She hadn't wanted him to find out like this.

William stood, tried to stand. This was all a bit much and he was glad when Norrington clasped a hand on his shoulder. The Governor was utterly calm.

"Will you repeat your demand?" he asked.

"It follows as such: All the Spanish gold be delivered to my ship or I kill the girl, savvy?" asked Jack.

"Quite," said Grant. All eyes watched to see what his next move would be.

"Unfortunately, I am unable to negotiate with pirates. That treasure is too valuable to let slip into hands the like of yours."

"What?" asked Jack, not believing what he just heard.

"I will be very sorry for Governor Swann's loss, but I'm sure that he will realize that his daughter died a noble death for the betterment of England."

Norrington clasped Will's shoulder tighter and Jack's pistol seemed to waver slightly. The crowd was in hushed silence.

"Go on!" goaded the Governor. Jack cocked his pistol. Will felt faint. It was too much to process at one time. The governor watched Jack intently.

"Your drawing out of the deed only serves to waste everyone's time," he admonished Jack.

Norrington held Will tightly so he couldn't do anything. Elizabeth looked genuinely frightened by now. Jack straightened his pistol's aim and fired.