So... yay! Long chapter, beta'd by KappasRule~ I finally got around to doing this. I hope my writing has improved since the Do You Fear Death? One! I hope you all like this~ Please review~

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The king and his men stole the queen from her bed,
And bound her in her bones…
The seas be ours, and by the powers….
Where we will, we'll roam…
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colours high…
Heave, ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.

The last thing she remembered was roar of the godforsaken creature himself, the Kraken. She didn't remember much after that.

She awoke with a start, finding herself on the deck of her ship. Well… at least there aren't any bodies anywhere.

She was quite positive that she was in Davy Jones' locker. However, she had to stand up to make sure. With a heave, she lifted herself up to look over the edge of her boat, which in fact was coated in black. Hence why she renamed it the Black Pearl.

Her eyes widened when she saw nothing. The ground was plain white, and there was a tint of blue in the sky. Suddenly she found that she couldn't stand, and collapsed back to the ground. Her eyes began to water at the sudden realization. "I'm dead…" She muttered. She couldn't feel any wind or breath.

She was stuck in the middle of nowhere. Before long she could end up mad. Someone help me… She thought before curling up into a ball.

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Some men have died, and some are alive,
And others sail the sea…
With keys to the cage, and the devil to play…
We lay to Fiddler's green!
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colours high…
Heave, ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.

A woman's voice could be heard in a quiet, murky port of Singapore. The waters were green, and the air was humid. She sat in a small boat with a large sunhat to cover her eyes, and rolled along the water using a long pole.

Houses were raised on rickety platforms. Though there were few people out, they continued on with their daily business.

The woman in the boat was known as Elizabeth Swann… unbeknownst to anyone else in Singapore.

She finally reached the dock and tied her boat to the bow-line.

The bell has been raised, from its watery grave…
Do you hear the sepulchral tone?
And turn your sails towards home!
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colours high…

"Heave, ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."

The new rustic voice made her jump and reach for her knife. Three figures emerged from a nearby sewer pipe, scowling. "A dangerous song to be singing, and any who are ignorant of its meaning. Particularly a woman. Particularly a woman alone." The leader, she assumed, sneered.

She was about to retort something along the lines of, 'Well, Jack Sparrow is a woman; people don't seem to care about her!'

However, a new voice stopped her. "What makes you think she's alone?" A tall man with a large hat appeared grinning at them.

"You protect her?" The leader asked.

"What makes you think I need protection?" She hissed, pulling out her knife and holding it at his throat.

"Your master is expecting us." Elizabeth's companion, Barbossa, said. He turned to Elizabeth. "And an unexpected death would cast a slight pall on our meeting." She hesitantly lowered her knife at those words.

"You're Captain Barbossa." He noted.

"Aye. And she be Elizabeth Swann. And Sao Feng promised us safe passage." Barbossa explained.

"For as long as it suits him."

They turn to follow him, but suddenly he stopped. East India Trading Company agents were just going past, so they decide to go through the sewer instead.

They stopped before entering the bathhouse. Their leader, Huang, told them to hand over their weapons. Barbossa and Elizabeth handed over their swords and pistols, before Huang gestured to Elizabeth's coat. She gave him a look of innocence, which Huang didn't believe.

"Did you think because she is a woman, we would not suspect her of treachery?" Huang scolded. "Don't think we haven't learned, Barbossa." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Remove, please." He demanded.

When they finally were permitted to enter the bathhouse, Elizabeth had only a short-robe on. She felt very self-conscious with all the half-n*** men surrounding her. All of them, however, had a dragon-tattoo…

Pipes were rusted, and all the tubs were covered in algae and rusty.

They stepped into an area filled with steam. The seam dissipated and revealed the pirate himself, Sao Feng. He looked to be drenched in sweat. "Captain Sao Feng. Thank you for granting me this audience."

"Captain Barbossa! Welcome to Singapore." He greeted with a smile, and turned to a nearby guard. "More steam." The guard pounded the wall a couple times. Soon steam rushed into the room from the pipes. "I understand that you have a request to make of me…?"

"And a proposal to make to you. I've a venture underway, and I find myself in need of a ship and crew." Barbossa stated.

"And you consider me worthy of such an honor? Ship and crew…" He chuckled. "Huh. That's an odd coincidence."

"Because you happen to have a ship and crew you don't need?" Elizabeth asked in a dangerous tone. Barbossa gave her a warning glance.

"No. Because earlier this day, not far from here, a thief broke into my most revered uncle's temple, and tried to make off with these…"A guard gave him old, rustic, wooden charts. "Navigational charts. The route to the farthest gate. Wouldn't it be amazing if this venture of yours took you to the world beyond this one?"

"It would strain credulity, at that." Barbossa said. Sao Feng raised an eyebrow, but gestured to a guard near the well. A man was lifted out of the well, gasping for breath.

It was William Turner. "This is the thief. Is his face familiar to you?" Sao Feng asked. Neither of seemed to recognize him. He picked up a large fid. "No? Well, I guess he has no further need for it."

He pulled back his arm, and Elizabeth let out a yelp. All pleasantness disappeared from him. "You come into my city, you seek my indulgence and largesse, and you betray my hospitality? You betray me?"

"Sao Feng, I assure you, we had no idea-"

"-That he would be caught!" He enraged. "You intend to attempt a voyage to Davy Jones' Locker. And I cannot help but wonder… why?" Barbossa tossed him something small and silver. "A piece of eight. It's true then?"

"Aye. The time is upon us. We must convene the Brethren Court."

Sao Feng narrowed his eyes. "More steam!" After the steam filled the room, he said, "The Court has not met in my lifetime."

"Nor mine."

"And when it last did, my father told me it ended… badly." He hesitated.

"But before that, it produced the Code, which has served us well… and it was the very first meeting what gave us no less than a rule of the sea herself, didn't it? And now the rule is being challenged."

"East India Trading Company…" Sao Feng said.

Barbossa nodded. "Lord Cutler Beckett is a pox on us all."

"What can any of us do?" He asked.

"You can fight." Elizabeth stated. All eyes turned to her in surprise. She stepped forward. "You are Sao Feng, the Pirate Lord of Singapore. You command in the Age of Piracy, where bold Captains sail free waters, where waves are not measured in feet but increments of fear, and those who pass the test become legend." A man stepped forward to restrain her, but she shrugged him off. "Would you have that era come to an end on your watch? But here you are: your ships crowd the harbor, rotting on their lines, while you cower in your bath water!"

"Elizabeth Swann… there is more to you than meets the eye, isn't there? And the eye does not go wanting." He said, smiling at her. He turned to Barbossa. "But I can't help but notice you have failed to answer my question. What is it you seek in Davy Jones' Locker?"

Barbossa hesitated, it was Will who answered. "Jack Sparrow." Time seemed to freeze at her name. "She's one of the Pirate Lords."

Sao Feng looked enraged. "The only reason I would want Jack Sparrow returned from the realm of the dead is so I can send her back myself!"

"Exactly why we preferred her name go unmentioned." Barbossa said.