Much like she had been during her stay in Port Royal, Jezebel was unable to sleep, but instead of walking about the drunkard town like she had in her hometown she decided to remain watchful from the porch of the small hut. The prostitute that gave them their bed to rest in for the night was still hard at work in the taverns. Jezebel kept a keen eye on her surroundings, completely unaware that she was still dressed as a noble girl.

Raising her eyes to the starry heavens she knew that this perfect quiet wouldn't last long, it would be the calm before the storm. Everything would go downhill from here on... wait a minute... hadn't it already? She'd lost her father and her crew, but found her childhood love, her mother, and her captain. The negative was still out weighing the positive by a landslide.

What she hadn't noticed was the figure behind her, creeping about in the dark, stalking slowly towards her. Snap! A twig broke. Turning her head slightly to the right to see who was behind her, a hand came from her left and clamped itself over her mouth. Muffling a scream.

"Don't scream. I'm not here to hurt ye. Can I trust ye won't holler the second I remove me hand?" the voice asked, right into her left ear. She knew that voice, or thought she had. Nodding very slowly she felt the strong arm restraining her arms relax. The left arm lowering gently from her face grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

"Who are you, and what do you want with me?" she demanded harshly, still unable to see the person that had surprised her. Straining her eyes to see the person, she noticed that it was a tall man in his late fifties; tan from sun exposure but with white hair that hung limply to his shoulders.

"Call me Bill. An' as I said I ain't gonna hurt ye, I's here to help ye. I know wha' hunts ye, an' I know yer mission, tis a fool's errand." He talked like Jack, but his voice was closer to her father's.

"How do you know that, Bill? How do you know what my mission is?" She questioned, stepping forward into reach of the small torch that was firmly implanted in the ground not far from them, the reflection of flames in her eyes only emphasized the anger that burned in her soul.

"The Turner Treasure? Blackbeard an' Barbossa... stop me when I'm getting' close." She looked at him without belief, how did he know? Had he been following them?

"What Turner Treasure? You've been following us, haven't you? For how long then?" the anger in her eyes smoldered into something else...fear.

"Jack hasn't told ye 'bout the Turner Treasure, eh? Probably fer the best, tha'. But I'm right 'bout Barbossa then?" though her expression never faltered nor altered, he saw the truth in her eyes.

"Who are you?" She said bravely, but she took a step backward with a gasp as the man took a step forward... "Father?" she asked, brows furrowed, eyes tearing up.

"No. I be too ol' to be the father o' such a lovely young'n. Never 'ad a daughter, I 'ad a son, but I fear I've lost 'im to the sea." She knew that he was talking about Will Turner, her father... his son. Her heart leapt in her chest... but wait, wasn't he dead?

"Bill... Bootstrap Bill Turner?" the man nodded solemnly, his face now better illuminated by the small torch she saw her father's face weathered by age, sun and years of sorrow. "Grandfather?" he nodded again. "But...how? You were—"

"Dead?" the man let out a hefty chuckle as he threw back his head, catching Jezebel off guard, so much so that she jumped. "We'd already been a cursed ship an' crew by then. I couldn't die, an' by the time the curse 'ad been lifted, I was well out o' the ocean. I've been barely livin' on a lonesome island fer years. Came to Tortuga, t'was then tha' I first saw ye. Ye were a tiny tot then... ye're not so much tha' any more."

"You saw me in Tortuga when I was young? That was ages ago." She said as a glimmer of yesteryear filtered into her minds eye. She remembered that visit, when she first met James. She beamed at the memory, a good memory; one when she had still felt like she had some say in her life. Where do the times go?

"Aye, an' I bet ye remember tha' was ye're first run in with the likes o' Blackbeard's crew." She gave him a mysterious look.

"How did you know about that?" she asked taking a step towards him. There were many things that he'd known of her life and yet very little that she'd ever known of him.

"Distracted 'em, the two tha' were af'er ye an' the boy. I stalled 'em so's ye could get 'im to the ship. An' in Port Langly a few years la'er, I saw ye an' the boy rescuin' each other. T'was a cunnin' thing ye convinced Blackbeard o' when 'e nearly killed ye. I haven't been followin' ye.... Jus tryin' to make sure me gran-daugh'er ain't in any type o' danger when she don't need to be in. s'not 'er time yet for danger. Savvy?" She nodded, he hadn't been there for most of his sons life, it made perfect sense to her that he would want to try to make up for lost time with his granddaughter.

"And Port Royal? Were you there, too? Were you there watching me meet my mother... Did you see that? Did you see me loose my father, your son? It was my fault, you know, me and my stupid prophecy." Jezebel said as she tugged at a the single curl that hung elegantly over her shoulder that lead to the elegant up-do that her mother had fashioned and often wore herself.

"Aye, I saw ye meet ye mum. T'was a lovely lil reunion, one I wished I'd 'ad with yer ol' man. 'er the perfect mix o' yer mum an' father. 'ave nuthin' but their finest attributes in tha' face o' yers." She turned her head downwards in shame, hiding fresh tears. "An' don't try hidin it neither. Ye 'ave yer granmum's bewitchin eyes, the same as ol Will's. I bet he was extra proud o' ye, I know I be proud o' my gran-daugh'er, princess o' piracy. I wouldn't know any reason why ol Will wouldn't be burstin—" he was cut off by an explosion from the direction of the tavern partiers. Both pirates whipped their heads in the direction of the commotion.

"What was that?" Elizabeth cried as she rushed out of the hut, quickly followed by Sparrow and James. James walked over to his pirate love and wrapped his arms around her to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Jack."

"Yea poppet."

"You were wrong."

"'bout what, girl?"

"Granddad, he didn't die after you were first marooned on an island." She said carefully. Watching Bill over Captain Jack's shoulder, hidden in the shadows.

"Wha' do you mean, poppet?" He said narrowing his brow, and leaning in towards the girl drunkenly.

"Well, you see. Bootstrap Bill Turner is very much alive, and has been following... no, watching over us for quite some time now." She said slowly. Trying very hard not to go so quickly and vaguely as to not confuse Jack and give him a headache.

"What do you mean, Jezebel?" he said curiously.

"Because, uh, dear Cap'n, uh, he's uh..." she stammered, an action very much outside of her usual fiery and straight forward personality.

"Right be'ind ye, ye ol' scallywag." Bill boomed from behind Jack. Jack spun around, quite drunkenly for a man who hadn't touched any rum in a few hours.

"Bloody 'ell, Bootstrap?" He asked incredulously, thinking that it was merely the ghost of his best friend.

"Not 'ell. Just the luck o' the Caribbean, these wa'ers don't wan' me to die it seems. I've been watchin' ye 'elp raise me grandchild, I see ye've done a bloody damn good job. She's a triple threat." Jezebel blushed slightly, she remembered back home on the Pearl that Jack had said the exact same thing. "Pity 'bout yer ship, Jack. But I must say, the mos' important jewel on it survived, and everything else... a pity. But now I'm afraid we've got to fin' out wha' happened near the docks, come on, plenty of time for reunions and explanations la'er." He said as he lead the way back to the docks of Tortuga, stopping short of the wooden planks he let out a small cry.

"What's wrong Grandfather?" Jezebel said before she lifted her gaze to see the flaming ship sitting in the middle of the harbor. "Oh no, what ship is that? It can't be the Jezebel can it?"

"Nay child, tha' be mine. The Cooper, a small ship, but she was fast." He replied sadly, removing his hat to show a deeper sadness, and grave respect for his ship.

"Then where's our ship?" Jack slurred.

"We hid the Jezebel; your lil friend told us that we had to be more careful about Tortuga. So she's hidden behind some rocks in the bay." James said, his eyes never leaving the burning mass.

"Who could have done this, Bill? I mean, what did you have on that thing?" Elizabeth said as she squinted her eyes from the blaze.

"Not more 'an rum, and... well, rum."

"So it's gone?" Jack asked looking quite shaken. Rum, who would want to destroy perfectly good rum? Then he looked over at an unsuspecting Elizabeth, it couldn't have been her, she was asleep in the hut and didn't even know about Bill.

"Aye, Jack, rum's gone."

"But why is the rum gone?" he asked hopefully, as soon as the words escaped him Elizabeth turned her head and couldn't help but grin mischievously. His hopes were doused, however, when the barge began to sink into the water letting out a most sickening hiss as the salt water quenched the flames.

"Well, someone knew you were here, and by the looks of it, they didn't really want you here. You'll have to sail with us now, Grandfather." Jezebel said

"But the rum, Poppet, wha' 'bout the rum?" Jack asked wildly as he followed the young girl back to where they had come.

"We'll stock up before we leave tomorrow, don't worry Cap'n; we won't leave you high and dry." She said as she thought of her father with a restless pain reverberating in her heart. 'Your father has returned, he was just a few days late. Maybe, he might have been able to save you. But this, I will never know for sure. I miss you, father, but I know your watching over me.'

A/N: Ugh, sad I know. But there are many things that have yet to unfold for young Jezebel, some that even captain Jack isn't aware of! But does Elizabeth know of the missing pieces to this puzzle of madness? The answers are coming in the chapters to come....... So read on! And please be kind, review! and the little ship The Cooper is actually just a referance to my fav. car the mini cooper, such awesome lil cars. Anyway, more later.