A/N: I know the departure of Will in the 4th chapter was a bit of a tear jerker but what can I say? I love the drama of the situation... but note the warning in the summary, "suggests character death... but is it really?" in order to find out what happens.... Keep reading! I'm loving the reviews, so keep sending them!

Upon arriving to the governor's mansion Elizabeth was already waiting at the gate, no sign of worry or anger in her still young and delicate features. But when she saw the commodore escorting her daughter she worried her bottom lip a bit, would he have her hanged?

"James, how nice of you to return my young visitor..." She said apprehensively.

"It's alright, mother. I've already told him... everything. He's going to help us leave with my ship undetected. He'll come back for us in a few hours. Come mother, we need our rest." Jezebel took her mothers hands and began to lead her towards the house when the commodore cleared his throat.

"May I have a word with you Elizabeth; I promise I won't keep your mother long." Jezebel gave him a short nod before she retired to the large house. "She's turned out rather lovely... considering who raised her in your stead. I know that you have graves for both her and Will, and I understand, now, why you never gave up..." he could tell that she was about to say something but continued anyway, "... Will is lucky, to have so much of your love that you would never remarry or give up hope that they were still out there someplace. And I know that because it was only Jezebel that found her way back, but that doesn't mean that..."

"He's dead James; a storm washed her away from the Pearl. Everyone was locked below and she was swept away by a wave..."

"Did she see the ships demise?"

"...I—no."

"Then you have no reason to give up hope this time either. Who knows, maybe they survived. You can't give up now, even I'm hoping for the best on the matter." Removing the small white handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped away the tears that marred Elizabeth's perfect cheek. "The last time I told you I was wishing you the best you had her a year later."

"Perhaps you kind words will bring a miracle a second time?"

"I know it will. Now, you need your rest. I'll return just before sunrise, I'll give you a crew of my finest sailors. Your ship will set sail the moment you step aboard, I've already given the order to have the Jezebel made ready for her first voyage... discreetly of course, whoever is after you won't even know you've already left." He said as he walked the lady to her door.

"Thank you, James. For everything, you'll never know how thankful I am for everything you've ever done for me... for my family," she said motioning to the inside of the house, "For Will and I." Eyes downcast, she returned the handkerchief to the commodore. "We'll be waiting for you."

"Go rest, Mrs. Turner. At dawn you join your daughter where she feels most at home, may god protect you and give you speed."

EARLY THAT MORNING AT THE GOVERNOR'S MANSION.....

"Oh, my! Mother, how do you breathe with these things on?" Jezebel cried through a wince as her chamber maid tightened the strings to her corset tighter than Jezebel thought possible. "Oh, I hope that you're not enjoying this, ma'am."

"Tis my job to make your presentable, Miss. I don't mean to hurt you, it's just the pain of being beautiful." The chamber maid clucked almost as if she had been programmed to say that.

"Don't worry, Jezebel, after a few faints you'll get used to them. But that will work to the advantage of our scheme, the more ladylike the more we'll be able to convince Blackbeard that you are not the girl he's after." Elizabeth said softly as she slowly closed the hatbox containing Jezebel's normal pirate garb. "Just act very proper and we've got him fooled. If you see him and he asks your name say that you are Katrine Swann, my cousin visiting from Puerto Bello."

Jezebel simply gave her a short nod and walked confidently out the front door after James. But as she walked past him, her old, yet cheerful looking grandfather held out a small handkerchief that looked like it had something wrapped up in it.

"This did not come with the prophecy which you were born into. It belonged to your grandmother, Katrine. You look just as she did; this was her most prized possession... aside from Elizabeth. Wear it and think of me. Dear child, I've known you for less than a day and yet I find it hard to let you go a second time." The old man croaked before covering his mouth to stifle a sob, Jezebel took the gift graciously and unwrapped it to find the most beautiful silver bracelet she'd ever seen; a continuous chain of tiny silver seashells.

"Oh, grandfather Swann, It's absolutely divine! Thank you, I shall put it on right now. I'll never remove it, and I shall think of your kind face whenever I look at. We will meet again, in better times; my only regret is that I was never able to let you spoil me as a child. I'm sure I would've liked that. Someday, I promise you, someday the opportunity will present itself again. But until then, goodbye grandfather Swann." She said as she hugged the old man and kissed his cheek, smiled and left the Swann property once more.

Guided by their commodore friend, the three of them traveled quietly through the sleeping town, down to the docks where the Jezebel floated proudly, awaiting her one true owners arrival. Jezebel looked at the ship with awe, this... this was hers. But where is the flag that signified it as such? Where was the flag with her symbol?

"Commodore Norrington, where's the flag?" She asked curiously.

"For your further protection, the flag will not be raised until you are safely out of the bay. That way, Blackbeard will not know that this is your ship leaving Port Royal."

"But hasn't the flag been up before?" before he answered he leaned close to Jezebel so that she would be the only one who would hear him.

"It has been waiting for its owner to return to it." He whispered as a wide grin found its way to Jezebel's face. Stepping away from the ships railing he called back to the ships passengers. "Good luck and Godspeed to you all. May we see you return to us with tales of much good fortune!"

THAT EVENING AS THE JEZEBEL NEARS TORTUGO...

"Have you ever been here before, Jezebel?" Elizabeth asked while her daughter stole a secret glance at James and shared secret smile with the young man.

"Yes mother, I was six years old the last time I was here. I had wandered off on my own and found James, here, following me. He had fallen prisoner to Blackbeard and was fortunate enough to get away. He thought I was also being held prisoner by some pirate ship, I rescued him then and returned him to his home of Port Langly" She said as she daydreamed back to the days of her youth.

"It wasn't the last I saw of her between then and now. She saved me again in the streets of Port Langly. Then she nearly met an early end at Blackbeard's hand, but he isn't a very quick fellow, we were able to convince him that she was not only twenty and not fourteen but that she wasn't the girl he was looking for. And that the girl he was pursuing was lost somewhere in the Bermuda triangle! It was quite brilliant as I remember." The two began to laugh in the remembrance of past adventures together.

"Have you ever been to Tortugo before, mother?"

"No, your father had been here only a few times on his adventures with Jack... Captain Jack." She corrected herself quietly, looking at the island longingly, thinking that perhaps, by some stretch of a miracle Will had been washed up on the shores of this pirate town. "Why are we stopping here again?"

"Cap'n Jack knows where the other part of this map is. I don't know what or where I'm supposed to go without the other side of it. He knows, and perhaps he can join us, too. I would appreciate it very much if he could." She said as she watched the island crawl closer and closer towards them.

TORTUGO THE NEXT DAY...

"Excuse me Madame, could you tell me where I might find a Cap'n Jack Sparrow?" Jezebel asked the first person she got to... a trashy blond prostitute in a ratty maroon dress.

"In the tavern most of the time. What's a pretty young girl like you doin' in a run down place such as Tortugo?" She asked kindly, almost in a motherly way.

"He's a family friend. I need his help actually," at that the prostitute scoffed, "I'm looking for the Turner treasure, and to defeat Blackbeard." But at that she froze.

"Blackbeard you say? Then you must be Jezebel Turner! Oh, I've heard stories of you. It's an honor to meet your acquaintance." Said the curtseying lady of the night.

"Oh thank you, finally something positive from this prophecy. Please, don't make it too obvious to everyone who I am. I'm trying to keep a low profile..."

"Right, because of Blackbeard; he'll be watching your ship closely. Best if you didn't find Jack and leave in no hurry. You are more than welcome to stay at my bungalow for the night; I would be honored to be your hostess for your stay." She said quietly.

"That's very kind of you; I just need to retrieve my mother and fellow pirate from my ship."

"What are their names; I'll get them while you find Jack. Best hurry Miss Turner, it's getting late. The tavern will be closing soon."

"Right... thank you again Madame." She said gratefully as she rushed off to find the tavern. Sure enough, as she entered the pub she saw her Cap'n slumped in a corner with an empty mug in one hand, a pistol in the other and his hat pulled down over his eyes. "Cap'n?" she asked, trying desperately to sound sturdy and brave, but her voice broke immediately after she began to speak.

"Jezzy-poppet?" he jumped out of his chair while it crashed to the floor behind him. Dropping his mug and removing his hat, quickly putting his pistol back in his belt. "Is that you girl? All done up in lace and everything fancy?" she laughed at his comment, sure that she looked like a brave and proper young noble woman, but on the inside she was the exact opposite of it all.

"Aye Cap'n, it's me, lil Jezzy-poppet; All pretty and without a father." She said through the tears that threatened to fall.

"I didn't want any of this for you. You know I asked bloody stupid Will if he wanted to come with me to Tortugo... but he said that everything had to go as prophesized. I truly am sorry, what is it that you need, love?" for the first time she didn't just see a friendly pirate, but a friend, a concerned friend that was willing to go to the ends of the earth for her.

"Where is the other half of this map located?" she said as she held out the old map she'd found at the manor.

"Oh, I remember this. I had one bloody hell of a time trying to find a place to hide it. Uhh, the other half is hidden deep in the caves of Isle De La Muerta. But you can't find it unless you've been there before, and you haven't."

"But you have, Cap'n. I need your help, I don't know what this map might lead me to, but I have to try. For father, I promised him I would... just before..." she turned her eyes downcast, unable to finish her sentence, and was obviously frustrated by not being able to.

"I understand. This could be my last adventure, why not do it for your dear old dad?" he didn't know it, but his sentence had caught Jezebel off guard.

"Wait...last adventure?"

"Another part of the prophecy that doesn't have much to do with you. Just that you lead me to the glorious end of the legend that is... Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Oh, but don't fret poppet, it's not something to be sad about. When it happens it will be my time to go."

"And what about father? Was it really his time to go as I came of age? I'm not really convinced that it was."

"Another one of life's mysteries that we'll never find the answer to. You can't worry about that now, what you need to be focusing on right now is how you're going to defeat Blackbeard..."

"And Barbossa."

"What about him?" He asked, back to his old drunken slurred speech.

"He's back, and after the Turner bloodline... Bootstrap and father are gone, that only leaves me. Once I'm done with Blackbeard I go up against him and I will, I have to, it's who I am... who I'm meant to be"

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on jus' a minute there, love. What do you mean, 'He's back'? He can't be back, he's been dead longer 'an you've been alive."

"So I've heard, but I've seen him in my dreams... nightmares, actually. Ever since I was a child he's haunted them. The other night I actually saw his face, he told me not to go to Port Royal. Said that Blackbeard was waiting there to blow his Pearl out of the water. Bloody lot of good that did anyone, the Pearl still sank. I'm the only survivor; I wish I had gone down with them all." Jezebel began to fidget nervously, as if she knew someone was watching her but she didn't know who or where they were.

"Any proof on Barbossa? Don't get me wrong, I believe ye, I just need a lil bit o' proof to sober me up." With a slight grin Jezebel reached into the rather heavy handbag that had been cutting off the circulation in her hand the entire voyage to Tortugo, and pulled out the pistol that she'd found alongside her sword the morning after her latest nightmare.

"I found this the day after you left, or rather, it found me. No one brought it back aboard, and we've never sailed close enough to Isle De La Muerta that someone or something could've snuck it on. I think it was Barbossa..."

"How?"

"I don't know. But it got there, right? It's real, and it's really his."

"Are you here with anyone?"

"Ye—"

"Who?"

"Mother and James..."

"Norrington?"

"West."

"Your old friend from your last trip here? Lil James West, the one that was in love with you?"

"That would be him. Now c'mon Cap'n, we don't have much time. It's getting late; we've been offered a place to stay for the night..."

"From who?"

"A prostitute."

"Which one?!"

"I think the name was Drezelle... or something like that, why?"

"Oh, bloody hell. I bet she's mad at me for some thing I didn't do." Jezebel simply shook her head at the drunken captain and laughed, she knew it wasn't his fault that he had bad luck with women, but she found it all strangely amusing.

And so the two pirates, both young and old, walked off to meet up with the rest of their party completely unaware of the pirate hidden by the night's shadows. He'd been watching the girl for some time now, and had first caught sight of her one the fisherman's barge that had rescued her. Having felt like he'd seen her before he followed her, like a lost puppy; never straying much further than a mile or two behind. Whether he would help or hinder the girl in her adventures is still yet to be seen.