A/N: Okay when are they going to give us back that little line break thingy? Webmasters! Anywho, inspiration came. Thought I'd update. Review if you want more.

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Mlle.Fox

Lord Cutler Beckett felt victory at hand. Soon he would have all the power of the seven seas. Oh no, you don't think he's going to actually share that power with the EIC do you? Heavens no. He's going to form his own trading company. The one with the fastest ships (using the supernatural ability to travel over sea quickly). He'll be the one to get rid of the pirates in the world with one swoop of a tidal wave. The king might even give Cutler rule over the whole Caribbean. He. The Oxford dropout. He. The failure drummed out of His Majesty's Navy. He. The man overlooked for the position of Governor of Port Royal. He, the man who only found his true calling when offered a position with the EIC. He...future king of the Caribbean.

As he smiled into his glass of port, watching the fire dance in the fireplace, a footstep shook him out of his musings and he grabbed a poker ready to fight. Instead he saw only James Norrington, looking worst than he did when he first came to him with Jones' heart. He was smiling with contempt and behind him was a thin Negro woman in man's clothing glaring at him icily.

"Good evening your Lordship." Norrington said with a slight bow to his head.

"Norrington! You've been hanging out with filthy pirates too long. It would seem you have forgotten how to knock!" Beckett snapped at him. Norrington ignored the way Anamaria narrowed her eyes at Beckett, and stepped forward saying,

"I have done as you asked."

"Wait...why wasn't I notified you had pulled into harbor?" Beckett asked.

"Because Jones sank the Lady Virginia. " Norrington answered plainly.

"What! Then how the devil did you..." Beckett started when Norrington raised up a hand to stop him. Then he pointed out the window and Beckett gasped. There sitting in the harbor, was the mystical Flying Dutchman. It gave off an eerie green glow in the moonlight as Norrington explained to a slack jawed Beckett,

"I'm afraid our new friend is unable to set foot on land for a while, so we'll have to go out to him."

Beckett nodded,

"I'll get ready."

A half hour later he was ready, with Norrington, Anamaria, and half dozen Navy guards. They made their way down to the docks when they came across a sight almost comical. Governor Weatherby Swann, trying to commander a small fishing boat at the dock. A cat meowed, and the wigged man in black clothing shushed him when Beckett spoke up,

"Well, well...what do we have here?"

Governor Swann jumped and spun around to face Beckett, his wrinkled features taking on nervousness, but he stood his ground before him.

"Governor? What is the meaning of this?" Norrington asked not believing one of the men he respected most in this world was trying to steal a ship.

"James...I forgive you for the betrayal of my daughter and future son in law...but I will not betray her either. I thought it over...and I realized something." Swann said.

"And what pray, is that?" Beckett asked, hands behind his back, his mouth twitching with laughter.

"Captain Jack Sparrow...is a good man. And I'd rather be under his rule than under yours Beckett. In the last few weeks I've watched a thriving, prosperous town become corrupt, hungry and violent. And it's my fault. For allowing it to happen. So I will correct my course of actions...with an act of piracy." Swann said with sincerity.

"Piracy itself...can be the right course..." Norrington muttered to himself softly. Only Anamaria heard him. Beckett began clapping condescendingly,

"Bravo...Then it is my duty to arrest you for piracy Swann. But first...there is someone I'd like you to meet."

"And who is that?" Swann asked. Beckett looked over his shoulder and Swann turned with a gasp. Sailing closer, was the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones watching them from the railing while puffing on his pipe.

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"We're going to do what?" Will asked Jack with disbelief. The pirate was seated at the table in Barbossa's cabin, his boots propped up as he told them,

"We're going to retrieve Jones' heart...again...But this time! We'll run it through! Just as you promised your father!"

"But we're also to destroy his lost love? After we find her again?" asked Elizabeth skeptically.

"No offense Jack but this is the daffiest idea you've ever got in your head!" Barbossa said feeding Jack the Monkey a bite of his apple.

"Would that be including the idea I had you'd actually make a good first mate?" Jack quipped. Gibbs stopped the fight before it started,

"Alright now wait a minute! How are we suppose to get any clue as to where this girl of Jones is?"

"Aye Cap'n. Seems to me if she's been alive all this time and Cap'n Jones doesn't know about her, she's pretty good at staying lost." Pintel pointed out.

"WIND IN THE SAILS! WIND IN THE SAILS!" Mr. Cotton's parrot added. Jack said with a shrug,

"Simple. We return to the Blue Bayou and ask Tia Dalma. Once she sets us on the right path, we'll get Jones girl, find the heart, use Jones' girl as bait for Jones...then run the heart through!"

"But you said those Sirens said his love was a witch! And I know the bible says somethin' bout the proper disposal of witches." Ragetti said.

"You can't even read. How do you know what the bible says at all?" Marty asked.

"Well that's what stained glass windows are for ain't it?" Ragetti asked. Elizabeth glanced at Arabella out of the corner of her eye. Dressed once more in her pirate garb, she was leaning against the wall, facing away from the group. The shadows making her seem more and more alone. Jack spoke,

"Then it's settled. Change course to Tia Dalma's!"

"Well!" Arabella finally spoke. "There it is then. I'm sure you'll be happy to see that wench again Jack!" She stomped out, and Jack stood to his feet ready to go after her, but he hesitated. Elizabeth watched with disbelief as remorse and longing filled his eyes but his mouth broke into his famous drunken grin,

"So come then! Changing course!" He watched as the crew turned their heads to Barbossa who was busy examining his nails. Jack sighed in frustration,

"Oh come now! You can't be ruddy telling me you are going to accept HIS command! When you have me back?"

"Well...it is only fair Cap'n...He got to this boat first." Pintel said.

"If we followed that line of logic you would have never marooned me in the first place now would he?" Jack asked as Pintel furrowed his brow.

"Jack..." Will trailed off to Jack with a pointed look. Jack sighed, looking up to the ceiling. Not believing he was going to do this, he addressed Barbossa,

"CAPTAIN Barbossa...I'd like to request a change of course to Tia Dalma's so we can continue our ever lovin' battle for freedom."

Things were silent a minute or two. The crew felt the tension like a gun was about to be shot. Finally Barbossa smiled up at Jack,

"And...?"

Jack sighed,

"And...I promise not to shoot your monkey...and your pet named Jack."

"And?" Barbossa asked.

"And...I shall follow YOUR orders...Captain..." Jack added.

"Permission granted MISTER Sparrow. Gents, Milady. Take in topsail and release foresail, change the course fourteen points north by northeast." Barbossa said standing to his feet and leading the way out of the cabin. Everyone followed, Will pausing a moment when he saw Arabella at the bow of the ship, watching the sea. He approached her and asked,

"Are you alright?"

"No Mr. Turner. I'm not. The hardest thing in the world is to forgive someone you love when they hurt you. I won't be alright till I do." Arabella answered him. Will looked at Elizabeth and said,

"I know the feeling."

"Forgive her now Will Turner. Forgive her while you still love her." Arabella told him.

"You still love Jack, "Will stated. "Can't you forgive him?"

Arabella looked over at Jack who was arguing with Barbossa over who would take the helm, and said,

"If I didn't have so much bitterness inside me. Maybe once I conquer that. But now..." She shook her head and Will moved on to do his work, realizing now why Davy Jones had cut out his heart.