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Aboard the Flying Dutchman, Barbossa rested at ease in a chair in Davy Jones' chamber. Davy Jones himself paced up and down his floor. Turning to Barbossa, he began the long negotiation.

"Why have you come?" He continued his pacing along the moss covered floor, his mind a million miles from the place where he was walking.

Barbossa smiled at Davy Jones, "I've come to propose a little trade."

"…yes?"

"You must know that Jack Sparrow has your heart in the Kraken? I propose, you bring him back so you can retrieve your heart back-"

"Is that all you're willing to trade? Jack Sparrow for my own heart?" Davy Jones was suddenly enraged that that was all Barbossa might want to offer.

"No….I have a lot better of a trade then that. See Jones, I'd think you'd like this little proposal I'm about to offer: Adeline Mitchell, or as you called her Addy, broke your heart into pieces beyond repair some years ago. To run off into the setting sun with a man who would later have some influence on Port Royal. But did you know…she had a daughter?" Davy Jones stopped his pacing for a moment to watch Barbossa.

"I did know she had a daughter…but the daughter was taken away from her by Weatherby?"

"Ay, although, I'm sure you didn't know…that young daughter is standing…right outside this ship in the cabin of Tia Dalma…yes, she's engaged to that young William Turner, perhaps you remember him? The boy you held to settle Jack Sparrow's debt? The son of Bootstrap Bill Turner? Well, the young woman he fell in love with just happens to be the daughter of your long lost love." Barbossa chuckled at his cleverness and lowered his feet from the table they'd been resting on. Carefully watching Jones reaction he reached inside his coat for an apple. "Although, something else you probably might've not known…young Elizabeth has fallen in love with Jack Sparrow. She'd be willing to do anything for him. Including giving up her soul to you to save his life."

Yes, Davy Jones had indeed fallen in love with Elizabeth's mother.

flash back

Years ago, a younger Weatherby Swann ran away from the crowded Port Royal lifestyle. His father had revealed to him that Weatherby himself would have to take the post as Governor whether he liked it or not. He hadn't wanted to be Governor though, he had wanted to travel. To see new places. The life in Port Royal wasn't an eventful one. You see it built up around him until it was almost unbearable. As quick as he, could he had jumped ship on a boat sailing away to Singapore. Immediately spotted by a teenage girl the age of 19, she held a sword to his throat and demanded he leave the ship at once.

"How am I to just leave when we're in the middle of the ocean? Is there another boat waiting to take me to happily ever after?"

"Alright smarty, first: we're not in the middle of the ocean. Second, I could easily make you walk the plank. We don't have a boat but would you care to swim with the sharks?" Adeline replied. Weatherby looked confusedly at her.

"What's a girl like you doing on a ship like this?"

"I'm a pirate…didn't you notice?" She lowered her sword a bit to look him squarely in the face. He didn't look the least bit frightened. "Why don't you tell me what you're doing aboard this ship?"

Weatherby chuckled. "I'm the store owner's son…I don't wish to be locked up in a store all day so I ask if I can join your crew?" His lie was easily believable, and Adeline did believe it.

"Welcome aboard then," She tucked away her sword and walked away, Weatherby's eyes trailing off after her.

They grew close immediately, over the course of two years out on the sea together they had their daughter Elizabeth.

Although, one day the SS Fraiben caught up with the pirate ship. Coming aboard they immediately knocked down the cabin doors and found Weatherby Swann in his own room with Adeline and Elizabeth. After much protesting, the Royal Navy finally won over Weatherby.

"Would you like us to turn your pirate girlfriend over to the East India Trading Company?" They asked joyfully. "If not, you can take your position as governor."

Revealing to Adeline that he was the destined governor and that it was time to fulfill his duties, Adeline remained in shocked silence for a long time.

"Come with me?" Weatherby asked Adeline. "You and the baby?"

Adeline laughed. "You know Weatherby Swann that my answer is no. My heart doesn't belong in a caged society…even if it is in a governor's mansion. I would never be welcomed by your people or your government." A baby Elizabeth was rocking back and forth in her arms. With tears in Adeline's eyes she handed the tiny bundle over to him. "Take Elizabeth as well…she has a governor's blood in her…and her heart doesn't belong out on the tide with mine. She can have so much of a better life with you. I don't have anything to offer her accept the sea."

After a lot more protest Adeline finally convinced Weatherby to take Elizabeth. She watched them sail away over the ocean until they were just a speck in the setting sun.

When Elizabeth was old enough to comprehend what had happened to her mother, Weatherby told her that her mother had died. He never revealed her mother's name to her, or told her what her mother was. He simply placed a bare gravestone in the middle of a cemetery and said that that was where her mother lay.

end flashback

"You're wagering…to trade the girl for Jack Sparrow then? How even then would you know she'd be willing to agree to it?" Davy Jones asked quietly. Barbossa smiled.

"She agreed to it earlier, when I asked her what she was willing to do to save Jack Sparrow's life…here's my proposal: I give you the girl for Jack Sparrow. This girl can settle Sparrow's debt."

"I told Jack he was worth one hundred souls…and that's what payment I want if I set him free."

"Ay, but then again…in the letters you wrote to Adeline…you swore to her that she herself was worth a thousand souls instead of one. So even if Elizabeth is only half Mitchell….that's still five hundred souls ay? Worth a lot more then a hundred."

"So why such generosity Barbossa? Why the sudden interest in keeping alive the man you want most dead?"

"That's the beauty of it Jones, you get the girl and the nice settlement that Sparrow's dead. I intend to see once Jack Sparrow is back in my hands that I kill him. You tell the girl that Jack is sailing peacefully with his crew and her former fiancé, I tell the crew Elizabeth and Jack have run off together to live happily. They cry they whine, what ever…and you suddenly win just as much as I do." Davy Jones had long since sat down in a chair, carefully gulping in every word Barbossa was saying. "What you do with the girl is completely up to you. Make her your new love…make her a crew member…or…maybe even use her to lure Mitchell back to you. Of course, William Turner won't be satisfied until Bootstrap is freed. So would you be willing to sacrifice a worthless soul in trade for Mitchell's daughter and Jack Sparrow's death?"

Davy Jones watched Barbossa very intently.

"And how am I to know Jack Sparrow will be dead?"

Barbossa grinned wider even. The whole negotiation the smile had never left… "What's your preference?" Barbossa stood. "Would you like me to put his head on a plate and bring it to you? Mail his heart to the SS Flying Dutchman? Give his body to your fire to burn? Your choice…" Davy Jones thought for a moment…pondering deeply about how he'd like to know if Jack Sparrow was dead. Finally decided he replied:

"Give me the pleasure of hanging his body on my ship….you pull the lever to launch the short drop and sudden stop…and we've got a deal." Barbossa grinned widely and stuck out his hand from across the table.

flashback

A young girl about the age of 15 was slowly sinking on a boat the size of a small living room. A storm was brewing up a nasty temper as Davy Jones watched her pull at the ropes and try to bail the water that was steadily pouring in. His ship drew nearer and nearer to the sinking boat. The girl suddenly stopped pulling at the ropes and watched the ship draw closer. She knew she was finally going to be saved. Although, who was she being saved by?

Davy Jones sent a boat out to rescue her from the storm's brutal blows. She clambered aboard and the boat was bashed and kicked back the SS Flying Dutchman.

The girl climbed aboard and finally collapsed at Davy Jones' feet.

"Are there any others?" His voice asked the girl.

"No, my father was with me but he was lost to the storms' might." She said shakily. Her body was still laying on the deck at his feet, her hair twirled around herself. Her face facing the ground.

"Are you afraid of death?" He asked her, the question he asked every soul he saved.

"No," Jones was stunned at her answer.

"You do not fear a future that you can not control?" Not a soul had ever replied so surely with that answer. She was surely lying?

"No…" She answered again. He was getting indignant.

"Then you would not fear death even if I killed you right here on this very deck?!" He motioned two of his crewmen and they drew swords to the girl's neck. She finally looked up at Davy Jones. He was shocked at what was looking back at him. Brown eyes with strength etched in every line. Unafraid she stared right back, not removing her gaze. She was trembling, but he could tell it wasn't from fright. It was from the cold.

"Then you would not be afraid to join my crew? Even if you are unafraid…you can deny fate just a bit longer."

The girl glanced around the deck and looked at the crewmen. Moss and seaweed growing from them with coral stuck to their heads.

"You expect me to agree to a fate worse then death? My father always spoke of your crew…and I can't accept a fortune worse then fatality." She still looked up with proud eyes. Davy Jones motioned to the two crewmen and she was yanked to her feet. The rain fell down upon her hair and rolled down her face. She was drenched with sea water and her hair was in sopping curls that hung below her shoulders. She was a wreck herself, but even so, she was still beautiful. Davy Jones took a step closer to her.

"What is your name?"

"Adeline….Adeline Mitchell." There wasn't a shiver in her words nor a wave in her breath.

"Do you long for freedom then?" He asked.

She shook her head from side to side and finally removed her gaze to stare at the ship's wonderment.

"The only thing I long for right now…is a hot meal, Mr. Jones." She said.

end flashback

"Agreed." The men sat back laughing and cackling. Davy Jones offered Barbossa a bottle of rum.

"You know, when I gave you the map to the Isla de Muerta, I thought I had made a big mistake…but now…I realize it was a great investment. There's no need in holding Elizabeth against her will to lure Addy here, she's already on her way. I informed her of a proposition I'd like to make a few sunsets back, but now that she's already on her way…it'd be a shame not to reunite mother and daughter." They clanged bottles and drank deeply, ready to see the light go out of Jack Sparrow's eyes.

To Be Continued…