"Damn bloody corset... I can't breathe in this thing!" Jezebel cursed under her breathe in frustration, she didn't want anyone to know that she still wore the damn contraption; mostly because she didn't know how to remove the thing. Her mother didn't seem to mind her own torture device any more. 'How does she do it?' She thought. But before she could ask an island came into view. "Land-ho!" She cried happily, finally she would get some real answers on the matter of this ridiculous prophecy.

Jack and the rest on board the Jezebel rushed to the starboard side of the ship, there it was, the Pearl Reefs. The greenery of the island was a deeper emerald than that of James' eyes; the cool blue of the waterfalls was an exact match to the blue of her mother's dress from the night before; the white sand was the color of her mother's creamy complexion. Though the dark storm clouds that loomed ominously over the island weighed heavily on Jezebel's heart, the over all appearance of the island seemed to comforted her.

"An' so it begins...." Jack said quietly, spinning around in his usual drunken manner he searched for the young pirate princess, "Poppet....poppet! Where are ye, poppet?"

"Oi, Jack, I'm over here." She said from the starboard side of the poopdeck.

"Are ye ready, poppet? 'cause, ye ne'er know wha' the ol' fish is gonna tell ye, ye have to be ready fer wha' e'er she 'as to tell ye."

"I know, Cap'n. Whatever she has to tell me, I can take it. I've survived everything else she's thrown at me so far; I'm not at all worried."

"Ye understan' you'll be completely alone?"

"I had an idea I would be."

"I'll take ye to shore, bu' after tha' ye're all by ye onesies."

"I get the picture, Cap'n!" Jezebel huffed, obviously annoyed at Jack she did more than just tug at the ropes to tied to the rowboat, she had pulled it so hard that the little boat nearly shattered against the side of the ship.

"Yes, obviously." He said cautiously.

"So what is she like... exactly?" She said in a more tranquil tone than a moment ago, eyes fixed on him sadly, as if she were afraid of any answer.

"'er Majesty is very kind, 'as a motherly aura, ye feel safe 'round her... very safe. 'er voice sounds like ye're dreamin'; s'not a fast speech, nor s'it a slow one, s'the kind of voice ye would 'ear if ye were daydreamin' an' someone is tryin' t' talk t' ye, kinda distant soundin'. 'er eyes are almost as bone chillin' as yers, they can see straigh' inta yer soul, no matter how much ye figh' it. She knows e'erythin', there's no possible... or probable way t' lie t' 'er... an' she don't much like it when ye try t' lie t' 'er. S'tha' a good enough description fer ye, Poppet?"

"Yes, Jack, that will just about do it for me. Will she tell me everything that's going to happen to me?" She asked as Jack gently shook his head.

"Only wha' ye need t' know t' get through this first major battle coming up fer ye." Jezebel cast her eyes down to the navy waves that crashed against the ship; the waves seemed to beckon her forward. 'Go to her, go to the queen!' they seemed to call. Nodding slightly she began to clamber down into the small boat upon the waves as they continued to call to her. Her hand slipped and was caught on a barnacle near the handle.

"Blast!" She muttered under her breath as her other hand began to slip, attempting to grab hold of the ship with her bloodied hand she failed... but before she fell to the threatening waters below her a hand grabbed her wrist. Looking back up she was greeted by James' loving green eyes.

"You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye to me, were you?" he said sweetly as he pulled her up with his left arm, wrapping the other around her waste to bring her in for a kiss. He ran his left hand through her hair, he wanted to feel her by his side, he had a bone chilling feeling that something bad was about to happen and he wouldn't see her again. His eyes reflected just that when they parted.

"Something wrong, James?" She said with her soul-piercing gaze, he shook his head sadly.

"Just wanted to say goodbye... and good luck, and... that's all." He pecked her on the cheek before he let go of the girl, he tried to smile as she lowered herself once more to the small boat tapping lightly against the ship like a petulant child would bump against their parent when wanting to leave a place or situation. Even as Jack rowed the boat quickly and steadily to the shore, Jezebel kept her gaze locked with her lover's, until he finally turned away as they the reached shore.

Hitting his knees after they had stopped, Jack looked at Jezebel and for the first time in her life he saw fear in her eyes, but it wasn't a fear for the sake of others... it was a fear for herself, for her own life.

"'ere ye go, she's waitin' fer ye; ye don't wanna keep 'er waitin', luv." He said leaning his head in the direction of the waterfall of the island, turning her head she saw a distant slim figure of a woman standing there... welcoming the girl to the island, beckoning her with her hands. Though she was very far away, Jezebel could tell she was smiling at her.

"So that's her?"

"Aye, tha's 'er." With a weak nod Jezebel got up and climbed out of the boat, feeling weighed down by them, she stopped to remove her boots and tucked them under her arms. The sand felt cool and soft under her feet, tickling her between her toes. Half way there she stopped dead in her tracks; she heard voices calling out her name, she could even identify a few of them. She could hear James, her mother, Bootstrap, grandfather Swann, Annamaria, Jack, and one more that caused her breath to shorten and her eyes to water: Father. She put her hand to her heart as it seemed to have skipped a beat; in finding her locket she began to twirl her fingers in the chain. His last gift to her, she would refuse to be parted from it, if ever it was asked of her.

Lifting her chin she started her trek towards the figure again. As she neared the figure the woman that waited became more and more beautiful, she looked just like Elizabeth, slightly different but for the most part just the same. She was covered in crème colored silks that matched the color of her skin, silk that wrapped around her stomach and chest like a strapless bodice and the skirt of her skin toned dress flowed from that bodice down to the ground two feet behind the woman. Her bare feet poked out from beneath the cloth, pearls decorated her long and flowing golden brown hair. A long chain of tiny pearls lashed around gracefully and encircling her neck three times, the longest part of the string still hung down towards her stomach, tiny strings of pearls hung from her ears to just past the hinges of her jaw. She was beautiful, and had the motherly aura that Jack had told her about.

"So, the great Jezebel Turner has come to the Pearl Reefs. Jack has brought me a child, I have seen great things in your future, but I have also seen the grave things in your recent past. They were not of my doing, I am simply an oracle, I only see and speak of my visions. I can take no part how they happen." Her voice seemed to float in the air and barely drift into Jezebel's ears.

"You remind me of someone..."

"Yes, someone you've never met. I never look the same to any two people, I appear as someone you've never known... at all... but have caught a brief glimpse of."

"Katrine..." she whispered as the woman looked up in distress.

"Many years ago, I had grown weary of this life, and became human. That's when I was swimming over near England. I washed up on the shore and was found by a young noble man, he fell in love with me even though I had no past nor did I have a wealthy name... human name that is. In time I learned to return his love, one day we were wed. I bore him a daughter, it wasn't long after that that the sea began to call to me again, and I had to return to my true home. But not before finding my daughter a governess that would fill her imagination with tales of far away lands and adventures of dashing pirates... I knew that pirates would be a part of her destiny. Before I left them, I told my husband who I really was... showed him actually; I gave him a silver bracelet to remember me by. And was gone, I never got to see my daughter grow up. I see everything... everything except whatever came of my family. I've never been seen as I truly am... except by my husband George Swann. How is it that you see me as I truly am?" She said as Jezebel stared at her with a never ending awe, absentmind.

"I saw a painting of you in the governor's mansion."

"Governor? He's a governor?" Jezebel nodded slowly, "and my daughter? How fares my Elizabeth?" Jezebel began to smile sweetly as she thought of the woman waiting her return back on the ship.

"She married a blacksmith, who is also the son of a pirate..."

"And together she bore him an heir to the Turner Treasure... you."

"Yes, I am your granddaughter... does this mean Elizabeth and I are part fish?" She asked quizzically. The woman laughed as she began to walk towards the waterfall, the young girl at her side.

"No, no sweet child. When a mermaid takes human form they are simply human until they return to being 'part fish'. I was human when I had Elizabeth, that's why I could never see what her future had in store for her, you can't see someone's future when you're human. I see you've received your locket, and apparently it will be added to the Turner Treasure." She said as Jezebel grabbed the trinket around her neck.

"How did these jewels get here? And what exactly is this Turner Treasure that everyone keeps talking about?" The girl huffed in a fit of frustration.

"The first born female Turner in entire history of your family, is to be part of the Turner treasure," Jezebel looked at the woman incredulously, "Your blood, and tears will not be just that... look at your hand. You won't find a bloody hand from the barnacle, you'll find a gash encrusted with rubies and garnets. That is what is on your locket... your blood. The only time that this will not happen is when the caves where the Turner Treasure is located are very close by. You are part of the family treasure, the first born female of the entire Turner line."

"Will it always be like that... what do my tears turn into?"

"Diamonds, of course you've never noticed this because the only time you've ever really cried was when you lost your father..."

"Is he really gone? Can you undo that, undo the hurt?"

"I can only try to comfort your grieving soul. You will find your solace and closure in your own time. Come, you must be hungry," almost as if on queue, Jezebel's stomach began to growl quite loudly, "Ha ha, yes, here drink this." She said as she picked up a cup-like shell, filled it with water from the small waterfall behind them. Handing it to her, the young girl drank the liquid quickly.

"I didn't know that mermaids were sherry fans?"

"Ah, another trick of my kind; whoever drinks of this fount, tastes their favorite drink. You are a pirate and yet you do not say that it tastes of rum? This is most unusual, even as a princess of piracy."

"One thing my father told me repeatedly of my mother: she detested rum, thought it was the vilest drink in existence. I thought that if I ever got to meet her I would make her proud, so I became partial to the expensive tastes of sherry. I drink it very often, though."

"How very strange of a pirate to have such tastes."

"Drink up me hearties, yo ho..."

"Who taught you that song? I vaguely remember hearing the governess I hired for Elizabeth singing that while I was interviewing her." The Queen Jezebel said kindly with her warm eyes.

"Uncle Jack, I'm the only person in the entire world that can get away with not calling him Cap'n, but I call him that anyway sometimes." She said before taking another sip from the shell.

"He's not your uncle, you know."

"Yes, I know. But he's been such a close family friend since he was shipmates with my grandfather." She said absent-mindedly.

"Further back than that; he's your great uncle." At the last part Jezebel choked a bit on her drink.

"What?"

"Jack Sparrow's real name is Jack Turner; he was a few years younger than your grandfather. When he was a child he ran away from home to become a pirate, years later when he had become very sea savvy, and had dawned the name Sparrow, he came back for his older brother. Taught him everything he knew and the two became very well known pirates. No one ever knew they were brothers." Jezebel looked at the mer-queen with awe.

"My grandparents on my mum's side are a governor and a mermaid queen, and on the other side is a pirate and my great uncle is Jack Sparrow... incredible!" She exclaimed, but apparently the queen wasn't through just yet.

"Ah, but your grandfather and great uncle aren't the only sword sporting relatives of yours, oh no. They are the buccaneers that they are because they are the grandsons of Jaques D'Artagnan, the legendary musketeer." Jezebel sighed deeply and shook her head.

"Why does my family have to be so bloody complicated?"

"I would view that an excellent and most distinguishing thing about myself... it's alright, I know that you do think that."

"Anything else I should know about the people I hold dear? Maybe you could tell me a bit about James?"

"You might want to put your drink down for that." The mermaid queen said cautiously eyeing the teenage pirate.

A/N: Ha, ha! That's right, a cliff hanger! Mwhahahahaha! But seriously, it's all good. I'm already in the middle of the next chapter, and I'm sorry it took so long to write this one. I had some serious writers block due to my mind constantly thinking about my uncle who has just recently been shipped out to Iraq. Anyway, more is on the way... review and the answers will come at a quicker pace! Thank you, and see ya next chapter.

And just incase you're wondering, the mer-queen's full name is Queen Jezebel Katrine of the Pearl Reefs... when she was human she simply went by Katrine.