3rd POV

It was raining hard that day in Port Royal. It was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, the begginning of a new journey together, but as Elizabeth sat in her wedding down in the downpour she knew everything was about to brake. Her own sister wasn't even in attendence! Earlier in the day, reports of men coming to shore were brought to her father and as the redcoats swarmed the city looked for three individuals, no one knew how dark the world was turning. Elizabeth looked behind her and quickly rose to her feet, dropping her bouquet, and ran to her fiancee.

"Will!" she whispered placing her hands in his. "Why is this happening?"

"I don't know," he told her. He'd been pardoned for his actions the day Nicole had left with Jack Sparrow. It had been nearly two years since they'd seen the younger Swann. "You look beautiful." Elizabeth saddly smiled up at him.

"I think it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding," she said as her father's voice could be heard ordering people aside so he could reach his daughter and future son-in-law.

"Make way! Let me through! What is..." two navy men placed their weapons in an X stopping him from reaching Elizabeth. "How dare you! Stand your men down at once! Do you hear me?!"

"Governor Wetherby Swann, it's been too long," the shorter man said taking off his cloak and handing it to one oc his men.

"Cutler Becket?" Governor Swann asked confused to see the man standing before him.

"It's Lord now, actually," Becket corrected him. Becket's men removed their weapons from the Governor's path.

"Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man!" Govenor Swann told him.

"In fact, I do. Mr. Mercer!" Mr. Mercer opened a unfolded a leather carrier and presented Lord Becket with the documents he was needing. "The warrent for the arrest of one William Turner." Governor Swann took the warrent and looked at his daughter who turned worriedly to Will.

"This warrent is for Elizabeth Swann," Governor Swann said flabbergasted at the words on the page in front of him.

"Oh is it? That annoying, my mistake. Arrest her." Guyards immiedatly went to her side and pulled her from Will.

"On what charges?!" Elizabeth asked Lord Becket.

"No!"

"Ah ha! Here's the one for William Turner." Lord Becket handed the warrent to Governor Swann. "And I have two more. One for James Norrington and the other for Nicole Swann. Are they present?"

"What are the charges?!"

"Commodore Norrington resigned his commision some months ago and no one has seen my youngest daughter in two years," Governor Swann told him.

"I don't believe that was the answer to the question I asked," Lord Becket pointed out.

"Lord Becket!" Will called to him. "In the categories of questions not answered..."

"We are under the jurisdiction of the King's Governor of Port Royal and you will tell us what we are charged with," Elizabeth ordered.

"The charge," Governor Swann read from the warrents. "Is conspiring to set free a man convicted against the crown and empire and condemed to death. For which the..."

"For which the punishment, regretably, is, also, death." Will turned to look at Elizabeth, slightly struggling in his captors hold. "Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow."

"Captain!" the couple corrected together. Will looked to the ground as Elizabeth finished correcting Lord Becket. While Elizabeth assured him nothing had happened between the pair, Will knew his fiancee and her free spirit.

"Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I thought you might."

Nicole's POV

"50 men on the Dead Man's Chest! Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!" I watched him from my spot on the ship before looking out to the ocean. We were waiting on Jack to return with his prize, but most of the crew (well... all of the men) were getting annoyed with our captian. They were ready to enjoy the riches they had yet to aquire. Me? I'd lived my life in luxery for years. I was happy on the open water. Mr. Gibbs wasn't too happy about me being on board. Bad luck with a woman on board, he'd said. We heard the gong in the distance and I took a deep breathe. On the other end of the noise was a terrible prison Jack had willingly went inside to aquire what he wanted. I looked up to see the crows before looking in the direction of the prison.

About an hour later, we were all waiting for Jack to board the ship to see what he'd risked his life for. Mr. Gibbs offered him and a hand and got part of a skeleton instead.

"Not quite according to plan," Mr. Gibbs said.

"Complications arrose, insued, were overcome," Jack said as Mr. Cotton placed his jacket on his shoulders. Mr. Gibbs and I shared a look before following him.

"You got what you went in for then?" Mr. Gibbs asked.

"Mhm." Jack pulled out a slip of paper and waved it at us before turning and stopping in front of the rest of the crew.

"Captain, I think the crew, meaning the men and I, were expecting something a bit more shiney," Mr. Gibbs told him. "What with the Isle de Muerta going all pear shaped, reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it."

"And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic."

"And the hurricane." The men made noises of confirmation.

"A hurricane which got the Royal Navy off our trail," I reminded them.

"All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating," Mr. Gibbs said. Jack was silent in his thoughts for a brief moment.

"Shiney?" he asked them.

"Aye, shiney."

"Is that how you're all feeling then?" Jack asked. "Perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?" The men all shared a look.

"Walk the plank!" Mr. Cotton's parrot said and Mr. Cotton quickly covered the bird's face while Jack pulled out his pistol."

"What did the bird say?!" Jack asked.

"Do not blame the bird," one of Jack's newer men said. "Show us, what is on that piece of cloth there." Suddenly, Jack the cursed monkey dropped in front of Jack's face and screeched making us all scream. Jack fired his pistol at him, but the powder must have gotten wet becuase it didn't shot the monkey. The monkey dropped to the deck and grabbed the cloth from Jack's hand. Jack pulled the pistol from my pants and shot the monkey before he got to far away.

"You know that won't do no good," Mr. Gibbs reminded him.

"It does me," Jack told him handing me my pistol back as one of the men ran to the cloth. He picked it up and looked down at it.

"It's a key," he said in confusion.

"No, much more better," Jack said going to him and taking the cloth from his hands. He turned to us and showed us the cloth. "It is a drawing of a key." The key drawn on the cloth was unique. I'd never seen it before in my life. The men and I moved closer to Jack to look at the drawing in confusion. He risked his life for a drawing? "Gentlemen, Nikky, what do keys do?"

"Keys... unlock... things?" one of the men asked and I rolled my eyes.

"And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!" Mr. Gibbs guessed.

"No," Jack said. "We don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would it be serving finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key that unlocks it?"

"So... we're going after this key?" Mr. Gibbs asked excitedly.

"You're not making any sense at all," Jack told him. "Any more questions?"

"So," we turned to look at the shortest member of our crew. "We have a heading?"

"Ah! A heading!" Jack pulled out his compass and opened it. "Set sail in a general... that way direction." Jack pointed to his left and I gave him a confused look.

"Captain?"

"Come on! Snap to it. Make sail, you know how this works," Jack told us before going to his chambers ordering peopel to move as he did. I watched him walk away before following him. I closed the quietly locked the door behind me before laying on the bed and watching him.

"You seem off," I told him. "You allright?"

"Course," he said from his desk.

"You ordered the crew to set sail without a proper heading," I said as he looked over his maps. "You've done many strange things, Jack, but never that."

"Didn't your sister have something today?" he asked and I looked down at the bed.

"Her wedding to Will," I answered trying to make it look like him asking about her bothered me.

"What is it?" he asked and I looked up to him.

"Nothing."

"Your sister is quite the beauty, but the true beauty of the Swann family isn't quite so... pale," he said rising from his desk and coming to me. He placed his hand on my cheek and raised my eyes to his. "She is landlocked, but you have the ocean in our eyes. A wildness she will never compare too." We shared a deep, longing kiss before he pushed me down on the bed.