Captain America: thank you for your emotional reviews, but all i can say in reply is that patience is the best thing... b/c all shall be revealed in good time.

Disclaimer: anything that wasn't in the movie is mine(except blackbeard)... basically just a few people and one or two places.

Jezebel woke with the morning sun the next day, smiling she left the elegant dress laid out for her and ripped open the hat box containing her pirate garb.

"They cleaned it? Oh well, let's put this noble dress back in the box, never know when that'll come in handy again." She said as she folded the extravagant gown gently and laid it in the box with more care than a pirate could ever be known for. "Ah, feels good to be back in my rags. I wonder where everyone went off to?" leaving the hut she saw its owner walking up the dirt path, looking tired after a busy night.

"Mornin' Miss Turner, I trust you slept well?" She said as she threw her a pomegranate. Catching it Jezebel studied the fruit. "Fresh from Spain; Best for breakfasts on the run, I bought a whole bag of it for you an' your family. The old man already took it to the ship, he said tha' if I saw ya I was to tell ya where he was an' tha' he was hopin' to talk."

"Did he say what about?" She said while she further examined the fruit.

"No, just said he wanted to talk to his granddaughter, I'm guessin' tha's you. You eat the seeds," said the lady of the night as she received a strange look from the pirate girl, "The pomegranate? You eat its seeds, everything else is all rubbish." She said sweetly as she walked past the girl, but as she did, Jezebel turned back to her.

"Thank you."

"For what? I've heard a lot about you, and a girl's gotta keep her job, in helping you I'm securing me job here in Tortuga. Girl there ain't nothin' anybody here wouldn't do for you."

"But thank you anyway, for all that you've done for us. It was very kind of you."

"Eh, think nothin' of it. That's sweet of you, to thank anyone for anything. Pirates don't usually do that... but then again, you ain't the usual pirate lass, you be the princess o' piracy, you're different from any of 'em." Then the prostitute Giselle (A/N: I know I said her name was Dreselle a couple of chapters ago, but I just read the POTC script from the DVD on my laptop and I found out I was wrong, so...sorry. Now back to the story), walked back to her little hut and out of the lives of the pirates she had helped.

When she reached the docks Jezebel saw that Jack, James, and Bill had just finished loading large quantities of something onto the Jezebel and were returning to the docks. She found Elizabeth close by purchasing some clothes from a nearby stand. Upon seeing her daughters questioning look Elizabeth simply shrugged at her daughter.

"You don't expect me to go about pirating in a dress and heels, do you? I have a sword from your father's shop from years ago, but I didn't have the appropriate attire. Are you ready to find Isle De La Muerta?" the mere mention of the name sent a chill through her heart.

"As ready as a pirate should be, but after last night I'm afraid that whoever destroyed Bill's ship has stowed away in the Jezebel." As she spoke the row boat reached the dock and James ran to the girl.

"Good morning, Jezebel, Mrs. Turner." He said as he received a nod and a smile from both women, "We're all ready to venture off to Pearl Reef."

"Pearl Reef... why Pearl Reef, what's waiting for us there?" Jezebel questioned quietly, no one outside of the few crazy locals Jack had found to help them sail to their destinations were to know anything about where they had been or where they were going.

"Captain said that before we can go lookin' for the Isle De Sangre, we had to make a quick stop at the Pearl Reef islands. Said that there was someone that you're supposed to meet, something about mermaids... I dunno."

"Queen Jezebel, of the Caribbean Mermaids; of course, she'll probably tell me exactly what my prophecy has in mind for me. Great, well, we should get going then shouldn't we?" with a nod they walked in the direction of the two waiting pirates. 'This should be very interesting' she thought to herself.

ON THE JEZEBEL, ON THE WAY TO THE PEARL REEFS.........

That evening the sunset found Jezebel looking homesick, she stood leaning against the railing of the forward starboard side of the ship, watching the emotionless sun fall into the elusive horizon, she felt alone, forsaken. The black obsidian waters beckoning her onward, the dying skies weighed down on her eyelids making them heavier by the minute. Her mother watched with sadness from the poop deck.

"Jack, she seems so sad," Elizabeth said softly, "Did the mermaid see Barbossa coming?"

"She ne'er said nuthin' 'bout Barossa, I don't think tha's wha' she's sad 'bout. Could be somthin' more, maybe s'Bill. 'e does look jus' like 'er father." Jack said as he spun the wheel to the Jezebel one more time. Elizabeth sighed deeply at the thought of loosing your father one day and meeting his supposedly dead father a few days later, she could only imagine the despair and guilt that she knew her daughter felt for both herself and her grandfather.

"Where is Bill anyway, I know I saw him when we set sail, but I haven't seen him since." Elizabeth said looking about herself.

"Birds nest, anywhere he can be alone with a great view." Sparrow replied coolly. "Those breeches don't look bad on ye, by the way." He shut up quickly when she threw him a deathly glare, then quickly shot up to the yardarm and found Bill sitting calmly watching the see crashing against and rolling away from the ship.

"Elizabeth, lovely view from 'ere ay? Ya know, I used to imagine goin' back to England an' findin' me son there, whisking 'im away to the Caribbean to find 'imself. I always knew tha' there would ne'er be anythin' for 'im there. I knew his mother was ill, but I 'ad no idea he'd already come 'ere. Then I saw 'im with lil Jezebel, leavin' Port Royal with a lil bundle cradled in 'is arms. I've been followin' 'im e'er since. I guess 'e did find 'imself, without me."

"Will never had to look, he was always sure of who he was, what he wanted. He'd known since the day he was rescued from the water and was put in my charge until we arrived in Port Royal. We were kids then, nine maybe ten years old..."

"Tha's when 'e found 'imself, the moment 'e laid eyes on you."

"But I didn't realize it until it was almost too late, a commodore had proposed and I had been kidnapped by Barbossa. After spending days scared and alone with a bunch of undead pirates... I just wanted for him to rescue me, and he did. That's when I knew that, I too, loved him from the moment I first met him."

"Then Jezebel came 'bout?"

"A few years later, we had a few more adventures after Barbossa. Had she been a boy we would have named her after Jack. But he came rushing in, 'Jezebel, Jezebel, her name is to be Jezebel!'" Elizabeth recalled with a laugh, still clutching the rigging for dear life, "He's like a brother to us and supposedly an uncle to Jezebel, he's a good man."

"Aye, tha' 'e be, true enough. She blames 'erself." The old man said quietly.

"What?"

"Jezebel, she blames 'erself fer wha' 'appened to Will. I can see it from 'ere, she's drippin' in guilt, a guilt tha' ain't hers." Elizabeth looked down and found her daughter watching the water rush towards the ship only to find itself swishing behind the rudders as the boat cut through the water like a sharp knife. Melancholy and grief written all over the girls face.

"I can't begin to imagine how she feels."

"Sure ye can."

"What do you mean?

"When you were stuck on the Pearl with Barbossa, how did you feel?"

"Alone, scared, defeated... like the world had turned against me."

"Now, how do ye know tha' she doesn't feel ezzactly like tha'?"

"I don't, but I didn't feel guilty about anything, there was nothing I could do to avoid being kidnapped."

"Ah, she don't know it yet, but tha's ezzactly wha' she should be feelin', like it was unavoidable. 'Cause t'was, wasn't it?" Elizabeth answered with a nod, returning her gaze to the dying sun. Looking back to her daughter she saw a dark form walking up from behind her, after a moment's worry she realized it was James, the young man that had found her after the storm. He was a nice lad, and madly in love with Jezebel.

'Just like Will and I.'

"They be like you an' me boy. Let's hope they be blessed with good times like the ones you 'ad with Will." Bill said, seemingly reading his daughter- in-laws thoughts, turning to her he gave her a toothy grin.

'He's got a mouthful of gold, just like Jack.' She said with a smirk, 'The gold teeth and white hair are the only differences between him and his son... Oh Will, you have no idea how much you are missed.' She thought as her smile faded, Bill saw this and turned back to the sea that lay before him.

"Don't you be goin' soft now, too. We've got to snap Jezebel out o' her guilt spell, now is the time tha' she needs to be focused an' cold 'bout everythin'... s'the only way we can win any o' this war." His eyes, now fixed, did not see Elizabeth wipe stubbornly at the frustrated tears that dared to fall.

"Do you know what's next?" the old man returned his gaze to the still beautiful noble woman, he's eyes reflecting everything she'd loved about her husband, the window's to the soul, Will's soul was endless as the sea. Will.

"We're 'bout to find out. We'll reach Pearl Reef jus' af'er sunrise. I suggest you an' the girl get some sleep; you'll both be needin' it."

Elizabeth nodded slowly, still caught in a world where her husband was still alive and within her grasp. Carefully climbing down the rungs of the rigging she thought of every blissful day that followed the one where Jack was nearly hung and Will had set him free, she had been so scared that the commodore would hang Will in Sparrow's absence. Left foot; the proposal, she could remember how the blood rushed to her head when Will got down on one knee. Right foot; when she had her wedding dress specially designed for her at the Governor's mansion, how she was so ecstatic that she never felt the clumsy seamstress prick her again, and again. Left foot; when Will came home with the specially made wedding bands, how she gushed over how elegant they were. Right foot; the big day, her father cried and Jack wasn't drunk for once...but that didn't negate the erratic behavior. Left foot; the day they announced she was with child, the joy in the room could have suffocated the both of them; they had chosen to announce it at one of her father's extravagant parties. When her right foot hit the deck the memories of Jezebel's birth rushed into her mind with the sway of the barge; the excitement, the elaborate gifts for a child that had been only a moment or two in age, Jack's entrance, Will's going on and on about 'this so-called "Prophecy" being ridiculous', how he would never and could never leave her, her insistence for going with what Jack said. Why Elizabeth? Why pain yourself and your child with such an agreement? Why give up Will for some silly prophecy?

"Mum... are you alright?" That was her reason, so that she could see her daughter reach this age... so she could rest knowing her daughter would live to see the sunrise for as many years as she could. No sooner had she realized this she also realized she had been standing there looking straight at her daughter and the young man who had his arms wrapped around the girl.

"Y—yes, I'm fine." She said shaking herself from her dream-like state. "Bill says that we'll reach the Pearl Reefs at sunrise, and that until then we should rest." Then she turned and walked as quickly as her sea legs could carry her, which wasn't very good considering how many years since she'd been on a ship for more than an hour or two.

Jezebel grinned at her mother and quickly noted that she would be down in a moment, but that she had to ask Captain Sparrow a question before she retired. She didn't make her way over to the captain until she'd watched both her mother and her lover go below, flashes of the night before the storm ran rapidly through her mind, a cold chill ran down her spine at the same time. "No, not again." She whispered quietly to herself.

"Captain, may I have a word with you?"

"Aye poppet, what be troublin' ye now?" he asked gently in his gruffest tone.

"S'not another storm coming... is there?" he shook his head without breaking his gaze on the sea before him, "...What's that hanging from your pocket, Cap'n?"

"I don't know..." he carefully removed the parchment from his coat pocket, stared at it for a moment, then handed it to her, "S'a letter from yer mum to Will from when you were still a baby, one of the few letters he was able to get."

"Have you ever read it?"

"No, your father wanted me to give it to you. Said he wanted you to know how much they both loved ye, enough to be separated fer possibly the rest of their lives. S'supposed to be very romantic, a poem, I think, is wha' Will said it was."

"I watched you leave

That one-way door.

I won't see you in these

Streets again,

Like I had so many times

When I only called you 'Friend'.

But as you leave,

And leave for good,

I know it's not the end.

Be it some exotic place,

Or my wildest dreams,

I'll see your face again.

And once more we'll be,

As we've been for some time now,

A couple, with a shared lovers glance.

I need that now,

Don't care how,

I need to feel you

Standing next to me,

The strength in your hands,

Holding mine in their grasp.

Until that time,

I give you this rhyme,

And hope that it will be enough

For the both of us." Wet spots from tears smeared the ink on the page, looking up she barely caught Jack quickly wiping a tear from his own eye.

"Wha? I got somethin' in me eye!" he exclaimed, covering up for himself quite badly.

"So beautiful, do you think that if I had stayed in Port Royal I would have written some thing as lovely as this?"

"Darling... it wouldn't be for James West, it might have been directed at the commodore for all we know. S'just one o' those things tha's best ne'er known. Does it say anything else?"

"Just that as the days pass she longs for our return more and more... something about the commodore and his wife are expecting a son, and that when we finally return there is to be an arranged marriage between me and the commodore's son... that's not fair!" she exclaimed throwing down her arm in a huff of frustration.

"No, it's not, you're right about that. I was never happy with that decision; it was my father's decision. He said that the Norrington's would become part of his family whether it was through me or you. But a year after that letter, the boy would only be a few months younger than you, when he was off in Port Langly with his father... the boy was kidnapped. They never found him, that's why when you were in Port Royal the Commodore didn't mention it nor rush into it. Both the commodore and I decided to let fate place them with someone who would love them in return. I see my daughter has lived up her part of that bargain. I wonder if somewhere, Jameson Norrington Jr. is upholding his part." Elizabeth spoke from behind her daughter; having caught both her daughter's and Jack's attention.

A/N: Ok, this wasn't as short and action packed as I had originally promised... but the plot thickens! And the poem is mine, you may use it to win your honey's heart, but it is my poem and I only ask that I get due credit for it. I wrote it for my baby who is coincidentally moving to the southern Caribbean very soon. It is called My Goodbye, since I'm very bad with regular goodbyes. The bolding of the letters in the poem is to show that there is supposed to be an extra space between that line and the one before it, unfortunately this quickeditor doesn't seem to want to let me do that, go figure. Thank you for reading, now please review! I can't get enough of these lovely reviews!