Elizabeth looked around the room she was in. She was staying in a private room with a young French girl. She sat and stared out the window, and spoke to no one. She only responded to anything when some one mentioned pirate. Elizabeth sighed and looked out the window. Bad idea. She ran up to the decks and barely reached the rail in time.

"Is something up with her?" One of the crew members asked.

"I don't know." Mullroy responded. "She's sailed before and not a seasick spot anywhere."

"What's gotten her now?"

"Not sure. She was fine last evening."

"But yesterday morning she was sick."

"And now this morning, too."

"Think it's got to do with the weight she's been putting on?"

"Not sure."

"And she's moody, it could be scurvy."

"Shall we warn Norrington?"

Just then someone yelled from the top yard. "Ship ho! Pirates by their looks!"

The ship was instantly bustling with crew members running left and right to man the guns and sails. Elizabeth was sent below decks as the Dauntless pulled up against the Fortune.

"Fortune my lady ass," Myra muttered to Alfhild when they saw the Dauntless. The Navy pulled up and brought the four to their ship's decks and presented them to Norrington.

"Alfhild?" Myra asked.

"Myra?" Alfhild asked. The two nodded as if in agreement and started pleading at the same time.

"Oh god, than' ye sooooooo much, love!"

"Ye'r such the gen'leman!"

"Those bloo'y pirates, they ki'napped us from Tortuga they di'!"

"Thank you for saving us!" They both ran to a shocked Norrington, hugging him and running below decks.

"Bloody whores." Jack murmured, looking nervously between the drunk Will and Norrington. "Now, I'm sure you'll be wanting me to explain myself," Jack started.

"No. Lock these two in the brig." Norrington turned away.

"Commodore, should we bring them to Miss-"

"No! To the brig." Mullroy dragged the two men down to the brig, slamming the door on the cage-like structure in the lower hold.

Elizabeth strolled around on deck with the young French girl at her side. She hadn't said a word to Elizabeth but she did look at her when she went to take a walk. Elizabeth asked if she wanted to walk about the deck with her. The little girl nodded and followed her around ever since.

"Commodore," Elizabeth stopped him as they walked around the upper decks. "What was the commotion we heard up here earlier?"

"Well we caught a couple of pirates, Miss Turner, but no reason to be alarmed. Best stay away from the brig though."

"Un pirate?" The little girl asked excitedly. "Mon père est un pirate!"

"She does speak," Norington said, mystified.

"But only in French. She responds to pirate…"

"Little Girl-" Norrington started.

"Augusta!" She insisted. "Je m'appelle est Augusta!"

"Augusta, what do you know about pirates?"

"Mon père est un pirate!"

"Who is your father?"

"Jacques Albatross!"

"Jacque Albatross?"

"Augusta," Elizabeth lowered herself to Augusta's level and looked her in the eye, "Are you sure it's albatross?"

"Non."

"Is it a bird of some sort?"

"Oui."

"Hawk?"

"Non."

"Eagle?"

"Non."

"Sparrow?"

"Oui, oui! Sparrow! Mon père est un pirate, Jacques Sparrow."

"Funny," Norrington said. "If it was jack Sparrow, I'd have to say we had him on board."

"But she's French!" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"And Jack hates the French." Elizabeth gave an exasperated sigh and walked quickly to the stairwell that led down to the brig.

"Is there a Jacques Albatross down there?" She called down.

"Nope! No Albatrosses down here, too crowded for them!" Will yelled, still drunk.

"Well, is there a Jacques Sparrow?" Elizabeth yelled down.

"Oh buggar," Jack mumbled.

"What's wrong mate?" Will asked.

"There's only two people who call me Jacques."

"Jacques is French…you hate the French mate. Bloody frogs." Will fell over.

"Yeah, and those two people are most of the bloody reason why." He mumbled.

"And who are those two people?" Elizabeth yelled down.

"My wife and my daughter."