A/N: This chapter's oober long, and I apologize. Read and Review please! Thanks!

James Norrington's mind was racing. The Damned Dishonor was about to meet up with another ship, a ship that he prayed held some of the crew members of his former passage to what he thought had been freedom, but what had actually turned him into a true pirate. James approached the railing, hoping for a familiar face. He saw a wretched faced man with a large hat rise.

"Who be you?" the man asked. James bit his lip.

"Captain James Norrington of the Damned Dishonor, sir. And yourself?"

"Captain Hector Barbossa of the Wandering Servant," he said. James frowned. Hadn't there been a Barbossa on the original crew of the Pearl? He bit his lip.

"Captain Barbossa, do you have any idea as to the whereabouts of Miss Elizabeth Swann and Mister William Turner?"

"Aye, that depends on who's asking, friend or foe?" Barbossa smirked. James exhaled.

"Friend," he began, but was interrupted by Elizabeth.

"Foe! You're the reason Jack is dead," she exclaimed. William nodded, while James pleaded.

"Please! I know I've wronged you, but forgive me, I'm begging you. I come begging redemption, begging for forgiveness. That's all I ask. Allow me to assist you in the rescue of Jack," he appealed. Ginny walked up beside him. Elizabeth gasped.

"You! You helped me back when we were near Tortuga!" Ginny nodded. "Were you working for him all along?" Elizabeth harassed.

"No. My home was ransacked and burnt to the ground by Davy Jones' crew, as they pillaged for a heart, the very same heart that you believe James stole from you, but he merely saved your lives. Do you really believe for one moment that killing Davy Jones would have solved anything? The Kraken still would have followed you around; it would have chased you about. So James saved you all, it's your own fault that Jack's dead." There was a horrified gleam in Elizabeth's eyes.

"No…" she whispered. Ginny continued.

"It's your own fault. You all murdered him," Ginny turned to James, "Even you. Each and every one of you aboard that vessel had a hand in his death, not just one person, but James feels the need to repent for his share in the murder, and whether you choose to allow him is your own decision," she walked away. Barbossa laughed.

"What of a crew, mate?" he questioned James, who sighed.

"Well, some of my crew were mutineers, and are locked in the brig. My first mate is Camron Sharpe, my lass, the fireball who just spoke is Ginny Shields, and I have a young apprentice named Simon. The crew I have is well able and know what they're doing, believe me. We've sailed the same courses you have, and my lads can handle anything. Captain Barbossa, man to man I ask you, let's make it a double ship voyage." Barbossa's eyes considered as they ran over the ship.

"Captain Norrington, I'll reflect about it," he smirked. "Get yerself some rest," he nodded at James, who just walked away. Ginny approached him.

"Was it all too bold to say? I'm sorry James, I'm so sorry," Ginny bit her lip. He shook his head.

"It's fine Ginny, really," he shrugged, rubbing his forehead and entering his cabin.

They were sailing northeast at a steady rate, but James was still unsure of when they would arrive near their location. It had to be soon, he decided, for there just wasn't time to waste. After spending quite a few hours in solitude, Camron appeared at his door.

"Captain Barbossa requests that you, Simon, and Miss Shields board the Wandering Servant and eat dinner with him, William, and Miss Swann," Camron stated in monotone. James' eyes were tired, and he nodded, standing. Camron shuffled his feet. "He also wants Miss Shields dressed as a lady, and not as a pirate." James slammed his fist down.

"Ginny will dress however she damn well pleases," he yelled. Camron backed away.

"I'm sorry Captain, don't shoot the messenger," he frowned. James just walked away, knocking on Ginny's door and rubbing his head.

"Yes James?" she answered.

"Captain Barbossa requests our presence aboard the Wandering Servant this evening…he also hopes that you'll…well…that you'll dress as a lady," he sighed. Ginny's eyes glared, enraged.

"What kind of request is that?" she cried. James shrugged. Ginny sighed. "I will follow his request, but only for you James. Solely for you." She closed the door, and he listened as she stumbled about. Suddenly, her door reopened. "James…I haven't a dress to wear," she blushed. James furrowed his brow.

"Well…Beckett often used this ship for his own personal voyages," James said, entering. "I'm sure there's something…ah, here we are," he said, pulling out a soft blue gown from the back of a closet. Ginny gasped.

"Oh that's so very lovely…it should fit…" she held it up to herself. "Granted, I've no idea WHAT to do to my hair…and what is Simon to wear?" she questioned. James frowned.

"What he has on, I suppose…"

About an hour later, James stood, pacing the deck, waiting for Ginny. He was wearing a nicer jacket, but not one of the Navy, and had fit Simon into a jacket of a mutineer. James was leaving Camron in charge while he was away, and was giving last minute instructions when he was completely dazzled. Ginny was ravishing in the blue gown, her hair neatly fastened to her head in a bun. A few loose strands tickled her forehead, while her suntanned cheeks held a slight blush of exuberance. The entire crew was stunned, as they had never seen her like this before. James let out a breath of air.

"Ready then?" she asked him. Breathlessly, James took her arm.

"You look beautiful," he whispered. She laughed.

"I'd look much better had I the ability to bathe," Ginny shrugged, while Simon gaped.

"Miss Ginny…blimey, I've never seen you dressed like that before," he mumbled. She shook her head, giggling.

"Oh come on!" She pulled her companions by the arm. The trio boarded the Wandering Servant, and Barbossa smiled widely.

"Ah, Miss Shields, I see ye got my request. Good of you to accept it," he held out an arm. "We're having a bit more trouble persuading Miss Swann. She refuses to open her gown, and I got it specifically for her. Perhaps ye can talk some sense into her," the captain smiled, and Ginny nodded.

"Of course," she rapped on the door, and entered, leaving the three men and the boy alone to chat, though they didn't. Low murmurs and muffled arguments were overheard through the walls, and finally, a shriek. Instinctively, Will burst open the door, James at his heels.

"What?" Will asked. Elizabeth pointed.

"It's my wedding gown," she cried hysterically, while Will shook his head.

"That's impossible. It went down on a ship I gained passage from," he argued. Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"William, I know my wedding gown, and this is it. He got it back somehow," she whispered.

"Elizabeth, just wear the damn dress," Will hissed before storming off. James sighed. When he had last seen them, they had been so in love, Elizabeth so furious at Jack's actions. Yet here they were, at each others' throats for a crime which was not theirs, but solely Elizabeth's. She slammed the door, and a few minutes later, she and Ginny emerged, Elizabeth's face slightly tearstained. They made their way to the dining area, Simon gaping. Barbossa laughed at him.

"So you're a real pirate?" he asked, then eyed James sheepishly. "Sorry sir, but…you were an undercover pirate, so sometimes…you know…I forget." James waved him off, while Barbossa smirked. They sat down to their meal, James settling himself between Simon and Ginny. Elizabeth was near Will, who was at one head of the table, Barbossa the other. He cleared his throat.

"Now, to discuss business…Captain Norrington, ye insist that you're going to come on this voyage…why?" James sighed. How many times need he explain it?

"I stole the heart of Davy Jones. I messed with a lot of things. Everything that should have been didn't come to pass, all because of my actions. I'm indebted to you eternally, and also," he breathed in, "I've gotten word that Davy Jones will come after us if I don't save Jack," he sighed. Elizabeth whimpered, while Will rolled his eyes.

"Why should we believe you?" You lied to us."

"He's a pirate! What do you expect?" Ginny interrupted. Will shut his mouth, while Barbossa laughed.

"Fiery indeed," he smiled. Ginny laughed.

"So captain, what do you say we join and assist in the saving of Jack?" she asked Barbossa, who nodded.

"Of course, m'lady, you and your crew are gladly accepted," he smirked at James. "Captain Norrington…may I enquire as to what happened? Last I checked, ye were a commodore." James' muscles tensed up, but he stayed calm.

"Complications arose."

"So ye turned pirate?" said Barbossa skeptically. Simon nodded, speaking up.

"Yep! He saved me and Miss Ginny from the fish pirates, and we sailed with him, and he became a pirate!" he grinned proudly. An awkward silence fell over the table, and finally, Will spoke.

"I thought you were the scourge of piracy," he muttered. Elizabeth eyed him.

"Will," she whispered warningly. He opened his mouth to object, but thought better of it. James frowned, and eyed out the windows.

"Perhaps we should get back…" he said. Barbossa smirked.

"Yes, yes…Miss Shields, would you like to stay for a nightcap?"

"Well…I," Ginny eyed James worriedly.

"I insist, really," Barbossa stood and took her arm. "Captain, I assure you, she will be taken care of. Off you go," he motioned James away. Simon exited, and James shot one more glance back towards Ginny, whose eyes were pleading to be saved. As James was escorted to a longboat by a skinny, lanky pirate with one eye, he leaned to Simon.

"When we get back to the ship, go and fetch me Camron, and then I trust you to make sure nothing goes awry, savvy?" he asked. Simon nodded, and jumped up the ladder. James turned to the pirate.

"How are you affiliated with this chase, my good sir?" he asked the lanky pirate, who he remembered from the chase to find the heart. Ragetti, his name was, stared at him.

"Jack was me captain…then Barbossa…then Jack again…and now Barbossa again…which is funny, cause we's thought they was both dead at one point," he scowled, confused and bewildered. James rolled his eyes and watched Camron silently descend the ladder and jump the pirate.