A/N I'm teribbly sorry for not updating for almost a month! After Spring Break and my vacation I just haven't been able to get back to my regular routine. Even though this chapter is a little on the shorter side, I assure you, the next one will be quite lengthy! Thank you for your patience!

A strong breeze pushed up on Elizabeth's face, making her shiver slightly. The perfect night for sailing. After Jack had knocked out Jonathan back at the tavern, Elizabeth was in a very good mood.

Suddenly, she laughed at herself, thinking of how much she had changed since being cooped up at the palace at Port Royal. Ten years ago, she only used to dream of living the life she had now. Stealing, plundering, having no sense of proper behavior or anything of the sort. I'm finally free!

Coming out of her thoughts, Elizabeth watched Jack walk in front of her, sauntering from side to side, nodding in acknowledgement to faces he hadn't seen for a long time. Already twice Jack had to stop and acquaint with groups of men and women he knew. Mostly women.

But soon enough, the western dock had come into view, and Jack walked closer to one relatively large ship, presumably the one they were after.

Jack looked at the Cannon intently as harsh memories came flooding back rapidly into his mind. The sound of his mother's blood curling scream echoed in his mind. The sight of his her unconscious, limp body lying on the deck of this very ship was one he could never forget. Pictures of continuous blood flowing from her stomach and dark patches on her arms and face from furious punches played back in his mind.

Elizabeth walked up beside Jack and looked up at the ladder leading to the deck of the ship. Elizabeth looked questioningly at Jack, his face lost in thought. She raised her eyebrows and slightly bit the side of her cheek, sighing heavily. "Ladies first I presume?" she asked loudly. Jack looked at her seriously. Elizabeth just stared back, noticing that something was wrong with him. Jack nodded slightly and mumbled "Yeah, of course." He gestured to the side of the ship. Elizabeth scrunched forehead slightly as she walked over to the ladder and started to climb. Jack followed close behind.

Staring intently at his wet boots, Will sat lazily in his chair inside his quarters. What had happened? 10 years ago he was just a boy working hard as a black smith, chasing for affection of someone he thought who would never love him back. He especially honoured the rules and regulations of Port Royal, never doubting the Crown and always despised anyone who broke the law on purpose. And now, he lost the one of whom he loved (by his own fault may I remind you) and was the one thing he loathed the most, a Pirate. And not just some common bilge rat that followed orders. But the head honcho, as it were, captain of the Flying Dutchman.

Will sighed loudly and rested his forehead in the palm of his hands as a headache slowly came into action.

And on top of everything, my blasted heart is in danger as well. I cannot believe that Elizabeth had been so careless. She promised, she vowed, that she would keep it safe, and she goes and does the complete opposite. How can I trust her now? I can't trust anyone anymore.

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar face at the door.

"Son, its best that we take the souls to the locker as soon as possible, I know how much your dread this task, but best that you get it over and done with right?

William turned around and faced his father with depressed eyes. "Aye."

Elizabeth had intently listened to Jack's orders and began to cast off the lines and prepare to sail. After tightening some knots, she walked over to Jack, who was also doing the same task.

"Jack, how are we going to sail this ship with only a crew of two people? We're in a tough situation, I hope you realize that."

Jack rolled his eyes in annoyance. He straightened up, faced Elizabeth and rested his hand on his pistol. "Love, there's nothing to fear. Ole Jack knows what he's doing."

Elizabeth raised one eyebrow. "Well, what's the plan then?"

"While you were gone back on the island, I decided to look for the Pearl with the map and found that it was headed to some fancy East India Trading port…Churchill something or rather. Now, that's only a few hours away from here, and I guarantee that my crew will still be on that ship."

"And what's makes you think the Beckett's son didn't send them to the noose?"

"Because he has the Pearl as well as his ship, he needs two full crews to sail them, hence he would need Gibbs and the others." Elizabeth nodded.

"We sail over to Churchill, sneak onto the Pearl and take back what's rightfully mine from right under their noses, savvy?"

Elizabeth smiled at his cleverness.

"Might I have the map back so that I can locate what's rightfully mine as well then?"

Jack nodded and smiled faintly, pulling the map from out of his jacket and handing it to her with confidence.

"Captain I don't mean to worry you, but surely Miss Swann will try to get the Dragon back under her command?"

Tai Huang looked at his crewmate with furious eyes thought the darkness of the night.

"Listen to me boy, do not ever say that wench's name on this ship again or I'll lead you to your death! Go back to your duties and do not bother me again about her!"

The young man nodded and scurried out his captain's quarters.

"Besides, if she ever dares to come on my ship again, I will have my way with her, and she will obey my every command." His fist clenched in wrath.

A/N again. I know this chapter is all over the place but the stories will come together quite quickly!