Ahoy! Well, I'm almost finished with this story! There's one more chappie!!! A huge thanks to alatariel10, Nausicaa of the Spirits, CaptainJacksBabe, mrspatrickdempsey and MrsTurner007 aka Bethykins the Magnificent for the reviews::passes out rum and cookies to all::

Disclaimer: Disney owns all but what I own.

A few weeks passed since the hanging. In this time, Beckett went out to sea, searching for Davy Jones, and proposing his evil plan. Meg was left behind at the lord's estate. There were a few nights when she amazingly was able to sneak out and have a drink or two with Mihangel. He was her only link to the outside world. He would give her the news, if there was any, of any sightings of her friends.

Within the next few days after Beckett returned, Beckett's ships made ready once again to seek out Davy Jones again and find the whereabouts of the Brethren Court. Meg was able to sneak a visit to Mihangel one last time.

"Everything will be alright, you'll be alright, Meg, I know it," he reassured her again. She nodded, hugging him again.

"Thank you, my friend, for everything you have done for me,"

"Best be off before anyone finds out you're gone,"

"Alright…"

"We'll meet again," Mihangel gave her a smile and slipped into her hand a button. She looked down at it and then at his uniform, noticing one of his buttons was missing. "It fell off before you came," said Mihangel. "just keep it in your pocket for me," Meg nodded and smiled, hugging her good friend one last time before setting off to meet Beckett at the docks.

It was a fairly calm day out on the sea. Meg stood at the rail in another one of those dresses that Beckett insisted she wear. She had spotted other ships in the distance, but apparently so had the look out. Beckett came out on the deck and observed them for a moment.

"Pirates. Hmm, well, good luck to them,"

Meg peered at him curiously. He returned with a smirk. Then, from out of the blue deep, the Flying Dutchman emerged right next to the ships. Meg watched in horror as it proceeded to blast the ships to smithereens.

The Endeavour sailed closer and Beckett returned to his cabin. Other officers were moving small ships around on a map. Governor Swann was sitting at a desk across the room from Beckett's signing papers.

Taking a seat by the window, Meg let out a small sigh. However, she sat up straight when she heard Beckett and Mercer speaking in low voices. Something about someone in Singapore, pieces of eight, and the Brethren Court. Meg assumed that they were talking about her friends and became gloomy again. She missed them.

"Ah, Admiral!" Beckett said as newly promoted Admiral James Norrington, dressed in his new uniform stepped into the room.

"You summoned me, Lord Beckett…"

"Yes," he said with a nod. "Something for you there. Your new station deserves an old friend."

Norrington went over to the table and opened a box. It was a familiar box…and inside, was his old sword from when he had been promoted to commodore.

"Not more requisition orders?" said Swann from across the room.

"No, sir, execution," stated the officer handing him the papers to sign.

Norrington pulled out his sword from its sheath with a loud SHING!

'Ooh…bad timing…' Meg thought, turning back to the window as an awkward silence filled the room.

"The Brethren know they face extinction," Beckett continued his conversation with Mercer as he fiddled with a piece of eight in his right hand. Meg had not been paying much attention before, but this caught her ear. "All that remains is for them to decide where they make their final stand…"

When they reached the wreckage and the Flying Dutchman, Beckett went outside (Meg following at his request) and looked through the glass.

"Bloody hell, there's nothing left!" he exclaimed.

'No, duh,' Meg thought walking away back to the cabin. 'That's what happens when you shoot ships over and over with huge cannons…'

"Jones is a loose gunner, sir," stated Mercer as Meg entered the cabin. She went back to looking out the window. A moment later she was told she was going aboard the Flying Dutchman.

Soldiers surrounded the crew of the Dutchman. Norrington came to the front, reassuring his men who were looking frightened. Jones pushed through to the front, immediately noticing two soldiers transporting the Dead Man's Chest through.

"Go!" Davy Jones cried. "All of you! And take that infernal thing with you!" with each anger word, he spat. "I will not have it on my ship!"

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," said Beckett sarcastically, pushing through to stand by Norry, holding Meg by the hand, pulling her along with him. Mercer followed. "because I will. Because it seems to be the only way to ensure that this ship do as directed by the company." He moved his walking stick and Norry went to the cabin, taking a few soldiers with him to keep guard of the Heart.

Jones did a double take, noticing Meg. She realized that he must have recognized her from when Jack and she tricked Will onto the remains of a shipwrecked vessel. However, Beckett continued talking and did not allow Davy to make any comment.

"We need prisoners to interrogate which tends to work best when they're alive."

"The Dutchman sails as its captain commands," spoke Jones.

"And its captain is to sail it as COMMANDED!" shouted Beckett. He stepped closer and spoke quieter, "I would have thought you learned that when I ordered you to kill your pet."

'The Kraken is dead!?' Meg thought. She had not been informed of this. Jones looked hurt.

"This is no longer your world, Jones. The immaterial has become…immaterial,"

After having spoke a bit of his own sense into Davy Jones, Beckett took Meg back to the Endeavour. He paused in the cabin for a moment.

"Meg,"

"Yes?"

"…I noticed that Davy Jones looked at you in a familiar way…might I ask why?" he stepped toward her with his hands behind his back.

"Jack and I tricked Will onto a ship, trying to replace Jack in a debt…it didn't quite work and Jack and Davy had a talk…I was by Jack the whole time,"

"Ah," Beckett turned to his desk and took a seat behind it.

"Why do you ask, sir?" Meg watched from her spot by the window.

"Only curious, my dear," he shuffled through some papers. Meg watched the Flying Dutchman sail away quickly against the wind.

"Um…Lord Beckett…where is the Governor?"

"He wished to go with the other men aboard the Dutchman," he responded without looking up.

A short while later, an officer entered.

"Sir, we've intercepted a Chinese junk, and we've assumed that there are pirates on board,"

Beckett, Meg and the officer went above deck and observed the ship. Beckett turned to Meg.

"My dear, would you know of any well known pirates that would be sailing to Shipwreck Cove in this type of vessel?"

"Mistress Ching or…Sao Feng…might I see the glass?" she said. Beckett handed her his telescope. Meg peered through it, looking at the flag. "It's Sao Feng."

"Well," said Beckett. "I believe we must have a word with the Pirate Lord. Meg, will you please go to your cabin while we deal with Sao Feng?" Meg obeyed, cringing at the fact that she had just helped Beckett and the East India Trading Company once more.

Much later, Meg was called out of her cabin and back into Beckett's, not receiving a word of information directly. Though, indirectly, she discovered that Sao Feng would be able to lead the Endeavour to the Black Peal.

'They made it back!' Meg thought happily. In a few hours' time, she might be free again.

I'm gonna miss Mihangel...maybe he'll pop up in another story though! We'll see! R&R please!!!