Elizabeth awoke with a start in the middle of the night. T here were muffled noises coming from the deck outside. Elizabeth took the oil lamp beside her and quickly tugged her boots onto her feet, stumbling out into the crisp air.

As she moved her head to look behind her, Elizabeth turned a corner of the ship and bumped into someone quickly. Her scream was muffled by a large and rough hand. She was pulled down unexpectedly, the lamp falling to the ground with a thud.

"Shh!" the man whispered loudly in her ear. "It's me."

"Jack?" she mumbled under his still cupped hand.

"Aye, who else do you think it'd be?" he muttered in a low tone as he let go of her. "Listen, there's someone coming up on a ship. Pirates. They're headed straight for us."

"Why are they coming?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm not sure." Jack replied. "They may or may not be enemies, so you have got to wake up the rest of the crew."

"What about William?" Elizabeth asked in a worried tone.

"Put him in my cabin, he should be safe there."

"What's our plan of action?"

"Find out who they are. Either fight or give them what they need if we're feeling generous enough," he said. "Now go on!"

Elizabeth jumped up and ran to the bunks. She opened the doors wide and yelled, "Alright, get up! Report to stations immediately! There may be a possible fight tonight, so be sure to take all your weapons! Load the cannons!" Elizabeth continued shouting as she began to flip over hammocks where the lazy ones still slept.

Elizabeth was truthfully excited. There hadn't been a good fight in over a year now, not since the battle against Beckett. At that point in her life, Elizabeth had thought that the end had come and they would be the last pirate generation known to exist. Thankfully that battle ended with the legend continuing on, and Elizabeth was itching to get back into the action. She heard of the wars going on between different pirate lords, but neither she nor Jack were apart of them. Most of the other pirates, surprisingly, didn't seem to have much interest in the Fountain of Youth at the moment. Elizabeth at least hoped that was the case.

Elizabeth picked up William and followed the crew out to the deck. The ship she had only seen from a far distance away was now incredibly close, and Elizabeth hugged the back of William's head in response to the sight that laid before her. Seeing Jack looking out at the ship as well with his back turned, Elizabeth took a few steps closer to where he was standing. Both viewed the ship coming closer to them.

"If nothing can beat the Pearl," Elizabeth thought to herself "why hasn't Jack just moved the ship? We would certainly outrun it."

"Jack?" she questioned aloud.

"Elizabeth!" Jack turned, startled. "Put William in my cabin!"

"Bu—"

"That's an order!" he growled. He turned back and put both of his hands against the rail as he glared at the other ship.

"As King, you need to listen to me," Elizabeth commanded as Jack stiffened slightly in response.

"Haven't used that threat in a while," he mumbled, turning around and leaning against the rail. "What is it, your Majesty?" Jack questioned mockingly.

"Why didn't we run?" she asked. "You've always run away from things. What's changed?"

Jack thought about this. It was true that he often ran away from any danger he encountered. Despite being a pirate, most of the situations he found himself in were more easily resolved by making daring escapes rather than winning daring battles.

"Do you miss the action?" Jack inquired.

"Yes," Elizabeth answered firmly, "but I didn't think that you would."

Jack quietly chuckled at this, turning his head to the side. "We're immortal now," he said, taking out his empty gun and moving it against the rail. "I figure, what have we got to lose?"

"I suppose so," Elizabeth said. "But what if they want the Pearl? We can certainly lose that." She whispered, stepping closer to Jack. William had fallen asleep in her arms again.

"It'll be fine," Jack told her, putting his hands on her shoulders. It—"

His reassurance was interrupted by the sound of a heavy anchor being released and descending into the water. A sudden crash of a large plank hit the side of the ship, and a man began to walk over it.

Jack's face drained of color and he furrowed his brow. "Go!" he muttered hurriedly to Elizabeth as he shoved her away from himself and towards his cabin.

"There will be no need for you to leave, Mrs. Turner." The man spoke firmly in a strong English accent as he reached the other side and stepped towards them. The rest of the Black Pearl's crew scattered around the upper deck as they listened intently, their swords itching to be drawn. After having spent so much time without any adventures, the crew didn't seem to care what they were fighting for as long as they were able to fight.

Jack hesitantly strode over to the man and spoke to him questionably. "Who are you?" he asked.

The man was tall and wore a long, old military coat that resembled the tattered mess Jack had seen Norrington wear in past experiences. The man's hair was dark and neatly combed back in a small pony tail, and he seemed to be only a bit older than Jack. His deep ,dark eyes challenged Jack's as they pierced through him.

"Oh, my name is of no importance at this particular moment, although I do know who you are Jack Sparrow," the man said in a casual yet threatening tone.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please sir," Jack replied with the same calmness in his voice.

"Yes," the man said in a droning tone. "I know." He paused. "I have learned what you and your crew have found, Captain." The man continued as he quickly drew his sword and pointed it closely under Jack's chin, forcing him to lean his head backwards. "I want it."

Jack slowly lifted his hand and lowered the sword that was threatening his neck.

"Won't do you any good mate," Jack said, shrugging his shoulders smugly. "I can't die."

"Ah, yes," The man responded, raising his eyebrows in a knowing way. Leaning against the end of his sword, he continued. "However, I seem to know more of Fountain of Youth's capabilitiesthan you do," the man noted, drawing his sword in the direction of Jack's chest. "Savvy?" he ended mockingly as the sword moved forward. Jack walked backwards quickly at the threat. The other ship's crew took this as some sort of signal and swung over to the Pearl. The crews began to battle against each other. The loud clangs of metal could be heard everywhere, and Elizabeth clung to William in response. He had began to wail loudly of fright. Elizabeth frantically looked around and grabbed a sword from her belt. She held it out, threatening anyone to come near, but when she turned to see Jack, Elizabeth noticed that he was without any type of sword or weapon on him.

"What an idiot," she thought angrily.

"…you can feel touch, correct?" the man asked as he forced Jack against the ship's railing.

"Uh…" Jack said, his thoughts racing as a harsh rip appeared on Jack's shirt. It scraped hard against his skin, and a blood stain could be seen as it spread across his chest. Jack's winced as his knees almost give in. He began to cling to the railing for more support.

"Ah. So I see you can." The man said pleasantly, as if he had just found out something wonderful. "Lovely." Again, he ripped Jack's upper sleeve and let him bleed through again, as if he was enjoying a nice game.

Pointing the sword at Jack's neck a second time, he threateningly asked, "Now, where's that infamous jar of yours?"