Disclaimer: Do I have to keep writing disclaimers? I still own Solia, and that's about it.

Author's Note: Jack's POV

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I walk back on deck, and take my spot at the helm of the Pearl.

"She's got passion in her Captain." My first mate, Gibbs comments.

"Where have you been?" Surprised he had even seen her. I forgot about the crew.

"Below deck with the rest of 'em. We figured with you locked up, we'd keep out of sight." Smart man. No wonder he's been with me all these years.

"Good idea. I forgot you gentlemen were still here. I thought you might have taken off. What happened to the code?" Pirate's code. Any man that falls behind is left behind.

"I told you cap'n. We consider the code as more actual guidelines then rules." He says with a smile.

"Ah, well I see."

"I thought it was bad luck to bring a woman aboard."

"Mr. Gibbs, we've had plenty of women aboard this ship, and no bad luck. What's wrong with one more?" Lets see. There was Anna Maria, and Elizabeth, those were the most recent. Anna's still on board.

"She's the governor's daughter cap'n. Are you sure that this is such a good idea?" No. I'm not sure, but I'm going to give her a chance. Who knows?

"Gibbs, she kept her word to me, and I'm going to keep my word to her. She freed me, so I'm going to free her. She's too good for Norrington, she proved that just by making it here."

"Aye. She's different from Miss Elizabeth, that's for certain." Aye. Elizabeth would rather die then come aboard the Pearl willingly.

"Aye. I need to get some rest. Take the wheel. I'll introduce her to the rest of the crew tomorrow." Gibbs is the only person I would trust taking the wheel of my ship. He's loyal, unlike Barbossa. That's why he's dead.

"No problem cap'n." He says as he takes the wheel. I walk back below deck, as I approach her cabin, I pause in front of her door. I want to know more about her. I feel my hands reach into my pocket; I can feel the keys in my hand, the cold metal. No. I told her I wouldn't use them. I'm not going to. I put them back. She's going to have to learn to trust me. I just stare at her door for a minute, before continuing on to my cabin.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is when the fun's going to begin. She wanted to come with me, so she's going to have to learn the ropes. She's going to become a part of the crew. No free rides.

She freed me, but why? I know Norrington, but why did she want to get away? Why was it so important? And why did it take a pirate to get her to leave?

I throw my hat onto the dresser and remove my boots. It's wonderful to be back in my own bed aboard my ship. That cell was bad, but I've been in worse. It reminded me of the time I spent there, before clearing the curse. Back when Will Turner came to my aid. I had a proposition for him: If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord? He agreed. And with that the madness started. It was either madness, or brilliance, but it's remarkable how often those two traits coincide. He freed me, and I took him to Elizabeth.

They were perfect. Then she got killed. He was never the same again. I tried to get him back; back to the way he used to be. I didn't want him to turn into something he wasn't. Pirate's blood flowed through his veins, but he was no pirate…until she died.

He worked hard, trying to keep his mind off of her. But he couldn't. So he worked at getting his own ship. He succeeded. And I took it from him. I didn't want him to turn into something he wasn't. I knew he was no pirate. He was a blacksmith.

My plot didn't work. He turned against me. I gave the ship back to him, tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen. He made it his life's goal to destroy me. I lost him. I have not seen Will Turner. Who knows what happened to him, but he hasn't found me. Even so, I don't think he would have killed me.

I fall asleep, thinking about the past, present, and future. Tomorrow is another day, and I'm going to find out more about her. She's putting on a façade. She's going to meet the crew, and I'm going to make sense of her. The thread that's holding her together, will unravel, and the governor's daughter will show her true colors.