Author's Note: Haha! Two in one day! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Port Royal

"Oh, Lizbeth, you're home!" Katherine smiled up at her sister with widened eyes. The elder sister looked exhausted. She had just spent three months in London, trying to take a holiday away from everything that had happened. She was six months pregnant, as well.

"Katherine," she smiled tiredly, hugging her sister tightly to her. "I've missed you so much."

"And I you," the youngest sibling grinned. "Any letters from William?" she asked as she ushered Elizabeth into the house, letting the servants take her luggage in. She sat her sister down in a chair in the sitting room and motioned to a maid to go fetch some tea.

"Yes," Elizabeth chuckled, "Several. And you?"

"I received one from him a few days ago, yes."

"I meant from Jack," she smiled her thanks up at the maid that had brought her a cup of tea before the maid moved over to Katherine who thanked her in the same way.

"No," Katherine's face turned to stone.

Elizabeth pursed her lips after taking a sip of tea, "I just don't understand, Kate-"

"What is there to understand?" Katherine stood up abruptly, placing her teacup on the side table. "He left me. Again."

"But I caught word of him in London," Elizabeth stood up, also setting her cup down. "He's to be in London next week looking for a crew!"

"In London?" Kate frowned. That was very unlike Jack. Surely he wouldn't be foolish enough to travel into London where it was infested with guards.

"I heard it whispered on the streets daily. That Jack Sparrow was going to London to recruit. In some bar," she waved her hand, "I can't remember which."

Katherine nodded, and called a maid in. When she stood in the doorway, timidly awaiting orders, Katherine offered a smile before telling her, "Go and fetch me Lieutenant Gilette and Lieutenant Groves."

London

"And the lass?" Gibbs was asking as he glanced across the carriage to Jack. "Where she be at?"

"Port Royal," Jack frowned, looking downwards. Gibbs' felt his eyebrows furrow together. Though Sparrow would never admit it, he was in love with the youngest daughter of Port Royal's last governor. The fact that he would leave her there came as a shock.

Jack caught the look in Gibbs' eyes and narrowed his, "Don't-"

But it was too late, Gibbs had opened his mouth. "Why did ye leave the lass there?"

"I don't have me ship," Jack glared at the man, "'Ow was I supposed to get 'er? And when I did, what was I supposed to tell 'er about said ship?"

"I'm sure the lass would have gone with you to get the Pearl, Jack," Gibbs frowned at him. "She would follow you to the end of the world." Then, with a snort, he added, "Hell, she already did." With a jolt, the carriage stopped and lurched them both out of their seats.

"Short ride," Jack smiled, opening the door. When he stepped out, he tumbled backwards away from the massive amount of redcoats pointing guns at him. Gibbs stayed inside the carriage, eyes wide.

"All part of the plan, yes?" Gibbs questioned his former Captain with a sarcastic smirk on. Jack turned with a nervous smile and was hit in the back of the head with the butt of a soldier's gun.

He stumbled forward, Gibbs catching him and shook his head, "No."

Jack found himself being dragged down the magnificent hallway of the palace accompanied by a guard on either side of him. He was shackled down into a chair and left alone for a few moments. Glancing around, his mind lit up with an idea. And then, he saw the food before him. He scooted his chair as close as he could to the table and reached forward for a pastry.

However, the door opened and he kicked it upwards, impaling it on the grand chandelier. The King entered, accompanied with even more guards and sat across from him. A man stood at the King's side, with a stony expression.

"You are," he spoke suddenly, causing Jack to jump. "Jack Sparrow?"

He narrowed his eyes, "There should be a Captain in there somewhere."

"I've heard of you," The King spoke up. "And you know who I am."

"Face is familiar," Jack smiled, "Have I threatened you before?"

"You are in the presence," another stony faced man spoke angrily, "Of George Augustus, Duke of Brunswick-Luneburg, and Archtreasureer and Prince-elector of the Holy Roman Empire. King of Great Britain and of Ireland… and of you."

"Doesn't ring a bell," Jack smirked.

"I am informed that you have come to London to procure a crew for your ship," the King began his interrogation.

"This is a vicious rumor, it is not true," Jack shook his head.

"Then you lied to me when you told me you were Jack Sparrow."

"No," Jack sighed, "I am Jack Sparrow, but I am not here to procure a crew," he began to move his arms around, jingling his chains. "That is someone else."

"Ah, someone else named Jack Sparrow," he made an odd face that caused Jack's eyebrows to go up. "You brought me the wrong wastrel. Find the proper one and dispose of this imposter," he ordered.

Jack began to shake his hands back and forth. "No, wait, wait, wait, hang on a minute. I am Jack Sparrow the one and only and I am in London-"

As the King began to try and get Jack to admit that he was there to procure a crew, Jack began jingling his chains around again. The King sighed, getting angry, "Would someone please remove those infernal chains?"

"Come come," Jack grinned as they stepped forward to remove the chains.

The first stony-faced man stepped forward, "We know you're in possession of a map."

"So confiscate the map!" The second one shouted. "To the gallows with him!"

"Have you a map?" The King asked.

Jack reached into his jacket and his eyes widened when his hands touched only air. "No," he took his hand out.

"Where is it?"

"The truth?" Jack stood up, "I lost it. Quite recently in fact," he moved to grab something to eat off of the table.

"I have a report… the Spanish have found the Fountain of Youth!" Jack reached something that looked good to him and reached for it as the King continued shouting. "I will not," he slammed a fist on the table, causing the food to jump and Jack to jump in shock. "Have some melancholy Spanish monarch," he kept hitting the table and Jack kept trying to reach for his snack. "A Catholic!" He looked at Jack. "Gain eternal life!" He stopped hitting the table and Jack grabbed his snack, a strawberry, and popped it in his mouth quickly.

"You do know the way to the fountain?" The King calmed down as Jack wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Of course I do," Jack spoke nonchalantly.

"You could guide an expedition?"

Jack moved over to a chair and stepped behind it, pulling it out a bit, "With your permission, your heiney," he paused. "You will be providing then, a ship," he tossed the napkin over his shoulder, "And a crew."

"And," The King leaned back in his seat, "A Captain."

A man with a wooden leg hobbled into view and bowed before addressing his King. Jack's eyes widened with confusion as they locked eyes, before he narrowed them.

"If I may be so bold," Barbossa stepped forward, "Why is that man not in chains? He must be manacled at once!"

Jack noticed two of the soldiers that had been in Port Royal in the doorway. They had entered when Barbossa had, but they had stayed back. The one was Norrington's cousin, he noted.

"At the center of my palace," The King laughed, "Hardly."

"Hector," Jack stepped forward, "How nice to see a fellow pirate make good of himself."

"Pirate? Nay. Privateer. On a sanctioned mission on the authority and protection of the crown," he played with a strand of hair on his wig.

"Privateer?" he leaned forward, resting on a chair, "And what has become of my beloved Pearl?"

"I lost the Pearl as I lost me leg," he shoved his wooden peg on the table and the King jumped, disgusted.

"Lost the Pearl?" Jack could almost see red, he was so angry.

"Aye," Barbossa nodded. "I defended her mightily enough, but she was sunk, nonetheless."

Jack jumped up onto the table and tried to get to Barbossa – to strangle him – but the food on the table slowed him down and the guards yanked him backwards. "If that ship be sunk properly, you should be sunk with it."

"What are the two of you, doing here?" The King noticed the two guardsmen from Port Royal over by the door.

"Sire, permission to speak?" Norrington's cousin spoke up. The King waved his hand with permission and Gilette stepped forward.

"With all due respect, your highness, Jack Sparrow has committed a number of crimes," he paused and the other guard, Groves, took over.

"Though most of these crimes have been spread around throughout the world, sir, they have been most concentrated in one place."

"Port Royal," Gilette finished.

"And?" The King looked confused and annoyed.

"And the governor of Port Royal sent word to request Sparrow be transferred there to be tried and hanged, your highness," Gilette bowed.

"I am very thankful to your former governor for sending you to be under my service," the King told them, "You have been most useful. But surely, they cannot begin to imagine that I would hand over Sparrow to be tried in Port Royal," he nearly snarled.

"Well, sire, you might want to talk to her yourself about that," Groves had a small smirk on his face as he stepped away from the door.

Barbossa and Jack each locked eyes, confused. Her? The governor of Port Royal was a her?

The heavy door swung open slowly and the grins on Gilette and Groves' faces couldn't be hidden as a petite woman entered the room. Jack's mouth dropped open in shock. She couldn't be.