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Author's Note: Crap, I had something planned out for what to put here, but now I forgot what I was going to say. Blah.

I remember! Aha! I want to remind you guys that this chapter is in third person omniscient. Yeah, lots of switching!

The Black Pearl sailed silently along the ocean. The people on it mimicked the silence. If men were working, they didn't speak. If men were resting, they were asleep. The only noise came from the captain's quarters where Barbossa, Jack, Gibbs, and Elizabeth were discussing plans on how to save Eloise.

"Well, what if we just wait and see what happens?" Elizabeth suggested.

"This is my daughter we're talking about," Jack asserted, finally taking a parental role.

"Pigs," Gibbs nodded and smiles.

"No good plan can possibly involve pigs," Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Now disguises is what we need."

Everyone stared at her.

"That may not be such a bad idea," Barbossa slowly said, still unsure as to whether or not it would work. Well, they would see soon enough.

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First Person, Ella's POV

"You want me to be a privateer?" I repeated slowly letting it all sink in. I suppose it's almost the same.

"You and your father," he confirmed, "And a select few."

"Well, I guess, I'll do it," I was so confused!

"Oho, it's not that easy, missy. You see these. These are letters of Marque. They already have my seal; they just need your signature. Now, this one is for you and your father and you both must sign it. This one is for one Hector Barbossa and a Joshamee Gibbs and they must both sign it."

He handed me the bundles of paper and I put them in the pouch on my belt.

"You have the most important job," he told me sternly. I smiled. I love being the most important, "You must make sure you get these to your father and whoever else I mentioned."

I nodded.

"Oh, and if anyone gives you trouble on your way out, please show them these," I nodded. It had been a while since I had seen my father. It had been since Tortuga I must say. I was lucky enough to save Will, but unfortunately everyone else was dead. I gulped as I thought about my father. Was he dead, too?

I knew that I was lucky to be alive. I was able to stow away on a navy ship as cat. In fact that whole night I was in cat form. The night it happened. That was the night I realized me place. I was a pirate. I was cursed pirate. I was a cursed pirate girl. I was a cursed pirate girl whose shaky hands were supposed to save piracy in its entirety.

I walked along the railing of the deck awaiting my rescuers to arrive.

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Third Person:

"This is not what I thought would happen when I agreed to go with Elizabeth to rescue Ella," Gibbs grumbled as he adjusted his lovely dress and wig.

"I'm not too cheerful about this either, Joshamee," Elizabeth squirmed in the pants and hat.

After a day or two of circling neighboring islands, the small party had created disguises and a story. Figuring they had stalled long enough, they worked their way back to Port Royal in a small dinghy.

Arriving at the eastern dock, they climbed out and began walking around the island searching for the best way to make it to the jailhouse where they suspected Ella was being kept.

Gibbs held the fan up to his face so as to hide the sideburns and goatee he otherwise sported. He looked like a pudgy woman and in a high-pitched voice he said, "I don't see why I have to be the one in a dress.

Elizabeth wearing her old man outfit from a few years ago deepened her voice so she could respond, "Everyone hear would recognize me if I wore the dress. We cannot risk getting caught."

They soon entered the building and browsed through the mostly empty cells since most of its occupants had been hanged recently.

"She's not here," Elizabeth stated the obvious and they left without saying anything else. They next headed towards where Lord Cutler Beckett resided and worked. He was not in his office at this hour so the pair snuck in and began searching for the girl.

"Ah, I knew it wouldn't be long until someone showed up looking for the girl," a voice said haughtily as its owner emerged from the shadows, "Well, Joshamee, Elizabeth, good disguises and I think it would be best if you leave now."

The pair sighed in relief when they found out Ella was safe and that they weren't going to be arrested.

"Where is she now?" Elizabeth asked with genuine worry in her voice.

"Who knows," Beckett smirked, "I sent her on her own way. I'm sure she'll run into you eventually. Knowing her it will probably be sooner rather than later. And when you least expect it."

Gibbs and Elizabeth hastily left the room letting what Beckett say sink in. Not only did they know it was probably true, but it was rather creepy how Beckett knows it and is willing to share. It has become known now that Beckett has a slight admiration for the girl and even possibly… her father.

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Author's Note: So here is chappy three! I am like so stoked to write this story now because I saw PotC OST and there is like a cabin boy in it who has like two lines, but is in like a bazillion scenes. PS I didn't say spoiler 'cause it didn't give away like anything except a minor character who doesn't even affect the plot. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so I am planning on pushing him into the story as a love interest for Eloise. Ooh la la a love triangle is headin' our way! Also I don't think he has a name, but if you want you can PM or Review with ideas for a name or even his actual name if he has one. I'm thinking about doing the actor's name which is Robbie or Robert soooooo… yeah, help me out! Haha, did you see the mention to DMC? Yeah… Lizzy….