"Have a good tumble, did you?" Captain Grant Sparrow asked as Jack sauntered back onto the Pearl.

"Why have one, when you can have two?" He said, eyeing his father who in his old age, seemed to be turning serious. Still the man smiled, blinking in the early morning sun.

"What is our heading?" Mr. Gibbs asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. Jack thought a moment before taking out his compass.

"Let's see, Aztec gold...found it...buried treasure...eh, a bit overdone...finding the still beating heart of squid like pirate and being eaten alive by a giant beast...I think we covered that..." He flipped the compass open and bit his lip as it began to spin.

"Bugger...it's broken...what say we pay Tia Dalma a visit?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow but nodded.

"To the witch!"

Tia Dalma had been expecting them, not to Jack's surprise.

"Ah you cannot get enough of me can you Jack Sparrow?" She said, sitting at the table in her home. Since they had returned from the end of the world, her appearance had changed after Davy Jones had been set free. Her hair now hung down her back in black waves and her youth had been restored. It had been discovered that she was the legendary Sea Nymph, Calypso and had no choice in breaking Davy Jones's heart. She had coaxed the heart from Norrington, who had arrived with the British Navy to kill Jones themselves.

When they had come face to face with Davy Jones himself, she had presented the heart to him and he'd recognized her instantly. He took it from her and realized the truth about her as the water from the sea had surrounded her and transformed her back to her state of youth and beauty. He'd surrendered, and as she kissed him for the final time, the squid appearance dissolved to reveal the man he'd once been. She'd put her locket around his neck as he choked his final breaths. Her father, Atlas, had appeared to them as she wept over her beloved's body and had resurrected him from the Underworld, making him a protector of the sea, now Immortal. All whose souls had been taken by him were freed and restored to their former state of living.

Now she stood before Jack, his father and Joshamee Gibbs with an aura of light surrounding her eternally.

"The compass...it's broken..." He said presenting the spinning wheel to her. Her eyes widened, but the smile never left her face as she beckoned them to sit.

"Let me see it..." She said, her voice soothing and soft as she held out her hand. Studying it closely she grinned. "Ah...there is a purpose..." She said, snatching Jack's hand and facing his palm upward.

"Easy girl..." He said in surprise, looking back and forth uncomfortably. She hushed him and began to speak in an almost chant.

"Around de spinning arrow turn, soon de flames of love will burn. What de sparrow want he is not sure, for it lies wit in a being so pure...de wheel of destiny will show you love, when de sparrow meet de dove." Tia Dalma stopped, amazed at what she'd discovered within Jack's hand, which he immediately snatched back.

"The wheel of destiny...you mean to tell me that this old trinket can tell people there fates, thus letting them know their future, thus giving them all power?" He asked as she remained serious.

"No." She said, causing Grant to chuckle and Gibbs to look even more confused. "When de sparrow meet de dove...dis means dat you 'ave met de woman you are meant for and de compass will not work again until you find 'er and realize you love 'er."

Jack shrugged.

"There's just one problem with that love..." He said flexing his hand and she shut the compass.

"What is dat?" She asked, with a slight smile on her face.

"I've met nearly a hundred lasses in the past few days and not a one of them caught me fancy, as it were...so if you could just fix it, I would be eternally grateful." He said with another half grin. She lost her own smile and took the compass.

"I 'ave no power over dis now...it's fixin' lies in your 'ands." She handed the useless compass to him and stared. He looked to his father and then to his ever confused first mate who shrugged. With a heavy sigh, he turned back to the nymph.

"So how would one find said lass..." With a smile, she moved to open a drawer and withdrew a rolled piece of parchment, placing it in front of him. A map.

"Well, to start I would 'tink of de places I been..."

"I find it surprising that you have taken a liking to Ella, Lord Beckett." The Admiral said, seated in his employers office. The man smiled with his hands steepled under his chin.

"Yes well, Eleanore has always been a respectable girl and it is my good fortune that she never married As you know, I am in the market for a decent wife, one befitting of a man of my status and Eleanore is obedient, loyal and lovely. She doesn't talk back like that Godforsaken daughter of Weatherby Swann...really Admiral what could you have been thinking when you proposed marriage to that heathen of a girl?" James sucked in a breath as old wounds were re-opened.

"That was not a welcome comment, and I would appreciate it if you would not speak that way of Elizabeth in my presence." Lord Beckett actually chuckled.

"She really strung you along Norrington...didn't she?" The Admiral stiffened but remained quiet, remembering his place.

"No matter, then," Beckett went on, "I do plan to marry your sister...so if you have any objections, I would advise you to voice them now, though I daresay it would be terribly unwise on your part, having just been married and promoted." James simply shook his head and bowed slightly before leaving the room. Satisfied with himself, Cutler Beckett smiled as he turned to the fireplace and toyed with the brand in it that was a "P."

"A good match indeed..."

Charlotte was working on her needlepoint as Ella idly flipped through her novel, bored. Unable to bear the silence anymore, Charlotte set it aside and said.

"Eleanore...what was James like as a child?" Ella looked up, surprised since she and Charlotte had barely said three words to each other since she arrived two days before. Thinking a moment, she said in her soft voice.

"Well, Jim is nearly nine years older than I so you can imagine I don't really remember him as a child." She stopped, trying to recall her own childhood. "I do remember he was always trying to live up to the impossible standards our father set for him and it nearly drove him mad. Our father was a General and insisted that Jim become one as well. Our father was especially hard on Jim. Our mother died when I was two years old of consumption. As I understand, James and she were very close and he was devastated when she passed. Jim was sent to boarding school, then to university and straight into the military..." Ella stopped, hearing the front door.

"James is home..." Charlotte said, getting up to go greet her new husband. Ella opened her book about a mermaid this time, and returned to her reading. She could faintly hear some mumbling and an exclamation of "Oh! How wonderful!" from Charlotte. A moment later, James came into the room looking tired.

"Ella, I believe I have some news for you..." He said, sitting across from her.

"Oh?" She asked, marking her place again. He sighed.

"Lord Cutler Beckett has asked for your hand in marriage." He said and she stared at him, a bit horrified at the prospect.

"Oh." She said almost sadly. James sighed.

"It is your choice Ella..." He replied and a thought suddenly occurred to her. If she refused, where would that leave Jim? It wasn't as if Cutler Beckett was a horrible man...he was just determined.

"I will accept." She said softly.

Truly, it wasn't as if she was planning on marrying anyone anyway...not after she'd nearly given her innocence to a man she thought had loved her...when she refused him, he left her for another woman and she'd vowed never to love another. James looked somewhat surprised.

"You will?" He asked as she nodded.

"Yes, Lord Beckett is as good a man as any...and I am not getting any younger James." She admitted. To her surprise, Jim looked a bit sad but nodded with a tight smile on his face.

"If that is what you wish, I shall send word to him that he has my approval."

"Very well."

"Can you believe it? The very idea...sweet Eleanore being wed to that...monster...it's enough to make me sick." Elizabeth said to Will that weekend after the news of Lord Beckett and Eleanore's engagement had spread around Port Royal. Will looked thoughtful for a moment as he draped an arm over Lizzie's shoulders.

"Well, Eleanore did agree to it as did Admiral Norrington. Maybe he isn't as bad as he seems..." Elizabeth spun on her husband.

"Will! How can you say that? The man branded Jack a pirate before he'd even committed a crime! He practically cost us our lives at the end of the world and you say he may not be as bad as he seems?" Her eyes blazed and Will suddenly felt like a fool.

"You're right darling...I am sorry. Forgive me?" He asked, and she smiled, despite herself.

"Always." As they leaned in to kiss, Lizzie gasped.

"I have an idea!" She cried.

Jack quickly checked his reflection in the window as he waited at the doorstep of Giselle, his compass ready. When the door opened, he stepped forward and grinned.

"Ah Giselle, my darling, my pet my-" He was cut off by her hand meeting with his face.

"Where have you been? You come for a night and leave for months at a time..." He shrugged.

"A man has his duties..." He replied and had to duck when she threw a pan at his head. He stood up and brushed himself off.

"Well then...I've come to the wrong place I see...see you around love..." He was rewarded by a glass shattering against the door as he shut it. Hesitating outside the door, he checked the compass which was spinning just as it had been earlier.

With a sigh, he placed his hat on his head and knocked on the door beside Giselle's. When it opened he tried to look dashing and said,

"Scarlett...my pet!" The door slammed in his face before he could get another word out. With a shrug, he decided to call it a night and go on to the tavern.

"Did you find your bonny lass?" Sea Sponge asked as he approached the table tiredly. He instantly reached for the rum and took a long drink.

"I found several...just not the one to fix my bloody magic compass...bugger..." He said, taking another swig.

"I only loved one woman in my life...and that was your mother Cora...may she rest in peace..." Jack looked at his father disbelievingly.

"That's a bloody lie and you know it..." He said, and the old Captain chuckled.

"I said I only loved one woman, not made love to one woman...savvy?"

"Yeah...savvy." Jack said, as they clicked bottles and drank.