When Jack regained consciousness, he felt a hard wooden floor beneath his bare back. The air was cool and the wood was damp. He opened his eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the low light of the area. Looking around, he guessed that he was in the brig of a ship. Besides the sound of water outside, it was completely silent.

"Hey, Jack." A familiar, quiet voice came.

He glanced across the cage to see Elizabeth sitting there, watching him. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and didn't look very happy, besides relieved to see him awake. She had a few scrapes and bruises visible to him and he guessed that they were from the battle.

"'Ello," He responded tonelessly.

"Are you alright, Jack?" Will's voice came from the cell beside theirs'.

He looked at the man, who had a few bleeding gashes on his limbs. His long brown hair was a tangled, unneat mess. He seemed distracted though, as he gazed off into the distance. Angelica was in the same cage he was, sleeping in the opposite corner.

Jack let out a few groans, propping himself up on his elbows. All his wounds ached and his mind wasn't at peace either. Memories of the day disheartened him. He'd learned that his father had killed his mother. His father had died before his eyes and he never said anything kind in farewell. He was covered in wounds and in the brig of a ship, likely on his way to a prison and to be hanged. It was all too much.

"Oh, I'm bloody fine, Will." He growled in reply after a few moments. "Jus' bloody fine…"

The younger man shot him a curious look. "Is something wrong here?"

"We're on our way to be hanged, unless ye haven't noticed." The pirate captain snapped.

"Jack, are you okay?" Elizabeth asked again, looking at him with concern.

Jack shook his head, ignoring her question. "Who's still alive anyway?"

"Gibbs is alive." Will told him. "The four of us, Henry, Carina, the monkey, and about maybe five others. Why?"

"The Keeper, he's dead as well, in't he?" He needed to know for sure.

He nodded. "Aye."

"Jack, you know a lot about the Brethren Court," She spoke up,"Did the Keeper have a heir?"

"Ye're talkin' to him." The injured pirate responded, his voice cold.

"So, Teague was your father." The Dutchman's former captain looked at him, a look of surprise on his face.

"Aye. Obviously." Jack grumbled. "An' now the rest of me livin' family is dead."

"I'm sorry, Jack…" The Pirate King told him with a sorrowful gaze from across their cell.

"Don't be." He responded, sitting up forcefully and turning away from her. He grabbed his red stained shirt and pulled it on, followed by his vest. He sighed,"It was bound to happen anyway sooner or later."

"What do you think we should do?" Will asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Ask her, she's the Pirate King." The injured pirate captain reminded him, pointing over his shoulder at Elizabeth.

"I don't know…" She answered quietly. "There's not enough of us left to try to fight back again. All we can do is hide among the regular people."

"Ye sound like Teague, sayin' that." Jack muttered reproachfully. "That's what he said…"

"Then you tell me, Jack, what else can we do?" She demanded in an equally unhappy tone.

He lifted the palms of his hands to his forehead, grumbling to himself. When he finally answered, he'd exploded with impatience, virtually yelling. "I don't have a bloody clue!" He turned to glare at her, his dark eyes full of irritation beyond what she'd ever seen from him. His voice lowered to just above a harsh whisper. "I'd rather find me ship an' almost certainly get killed by soldiers than go into civilization."

*X*

Elizabeth looked down at the old wooden boards of the ship with remorse. The brig fell silent, the conversation having come to a complete halt at the dark, meaningful words; at the most loyal thing the pirate had ever said; at a cause that the pirate thought was worth dying for.

She glanced back up to see that Jack had turned away from her, his head resting on his arm, which in turn rested on his only knee. She was shocked at his reaction to her question. He normally smirked off his anger, but this time he'd just let it out. She could only assume that Teague's death had made a rough impact on him. He hadn't been that way when they'd first met up on the beach when they'd arrived. It clearly hadn't been the years that'd changed him.

"Psst. Elizabeth, over here." Will's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked up.

She scrambled over to the bars that separated the two cages, where he sat directly on the other side. "Yes, Will?"

"Are you alright?" He asked, having seen the whole thing.

"I'm fine," She assured him with a small smile. "I deserved it, I shouldn't have asked something like that from Jack."

"No, you did not deserve that." He corrected her. "He has no right to yell at you like that."

"A lot's happened to him recently, Will." She reminded him. "I know what it's like to have your father killed. I can't blame him. Just give him time."

She began to get to her feet.

"Where are you going?" Will asked.

"To talk to Jack." She responded. "I need to make sure he's alright."

"Good luck with getting him to talk." The man scoffed, shaking his head.

She walked across the cell, sitting down besides the pirate captain.

*X*

"What do ye want?" Jack asked quietly, though his voice had a hint of impatience to it.

"Are you alright, Jack?" Elizabeth questioned in reply.

"Not much better off than I was in Davy Jones' Locker." He admitted, sighing heavily.

"What else happened to make you this way, Jack? Just the death of one person couldn't do this to you." She pried at his mind for information.

"That, I'll be keepin' to meself, thanks." He grumbled, not willing to let her have it.

"Jack, please." She rested a hand on his bruised right shoulder and he winced. "Something else dramatic happened besides your father's death. What was it?"

He turned to look at her. The gleam in her eyes showed that she was really worried about him. For a moment, he considered telling her the truth; about how his father had killed his mother. But he couldn't. It was too personal to tell someone he'd known for even so many years. He shook his head and turned away. "That's not your business, 'Lizabeth."

"What's that?" Elizabeth asked, pointing to something that hung from his belt.

"What's what?" Jack responded, having lost interest in the conversation. He looked down at his belt, only to regret having done so. It was his mother's shrunken head. "Ah, that…"

"Is that...someone's head?" A look of disgust passed across her face.

If he hadn't been in such a bad mood, he would've laughed at the look on her face. "Aye. Me mother's."

"How did you get it?" She seemed curious enough.

"Me dad gave it to me when the Brethren Court met up last time." He told her. "Not sure how he shrank it though…"

"How did he even get it?" The Pirate King wondered.

The temptation and the anger of Teague telling him was too much. He turned his head back towards her, his gaze sad. "He jus' told me today actually...he told me that he killed her himself. It was our last actual conversation, besides his death. I was furious with him and jus' 'bout yelled at him. I hated him at the time for it. All the years of sufferin' alone without knowin' the truth. And he'd lied to me, me whole life since he told me. I was so angry with him I never got to give him a proper goodbye…and now he's gone too."

"Your father killed your mother?" Elizabeth repeated, clearly not expecting him to say that.

Jack stood up unsteadily, walking over to the front of the cage, where the door was. He gripped the bars so tightly his knuckles were white. His voice was a harsh whisper. "Damn it all."

Footsteps came from the stairs leading down to the brig and he glanced in that direction hopefully. A soldier emerged, holding a set of large keys on a ring.

"Don't try anything, pirate." He ordered as he entered a key in the lock and twisted it, pushing open the door. The injured pirate didn't move, nor did Elizabeth. "Well, come on."

The pirate captain grabbed the metal bars of the door and slammed it against the other man's head. The man crumbled to the ground, knocked out cold. He opened the door all the way and retrieved the keys from the soldier, also stealing his baldric and sword, equipping them as his own. The Pirate King gave him a small, sympathetic smile as she exited the cell. The injured pirate shoved the key into the keyhole of the other cell and unlocked it. Will got to his feet and took his wife in his arms as soon as he got out.

Jack entered the cell and picked up the sleeping form of Angelica. He adjusted her comfortably in his arms, passing Will the stolen sword. He exited the cell, being sure to take the keys with him just in case- they could come in handy.

"We're gettin' out of 'ere."