Welcome to my third Pirates of the Caribbean book! I am so excited to share this with you all! I hope you all love it as much as I do. I can't wait to hear what you guys think of it, so please be sure to leave a review and let me know! This is the third installment of my POTC series. If you are new, make sure you read the other two first. The first is called Where Freedom Sails and the second is Racing for Freedom.
A quick warning, like my second book, this is also rated M for the language and adult content. I do leave a warning in the chapters that include the adult content.

I do not own anything except my OCs. I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review!

Chapter One: Singapore

Arabella's boat glided through the water as she paddled. Elizabeth was further in front of her, a big enough gap between them that nobody would assume they were traveling together. The streets above were riddled with soldiers and Arabella kept herself well informed of their positions, watching from behind the vail of hair that fell out of its bun. She made sure to keep as inconspicuous as possible, a ghost floating down the river.

"Some have died and some are alive, others sail on the seas. With the keys to the cage and the devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green," Elizabeth's voice echoed off the walls. She rowed under a bridge and looked slowly over her shoulder to Ella. Ella didn't look at her, she paid attention to every detail that surrounded her.

Up above, a group of soldiers ran across the bridge, their boots hitting the cobblestone with muffled thuds. Their guns clicked against their uniforms as a reminder of their presence. Ella watched one them as they kept their formation the entire way across.

"The bell has been raised from its watery grave," Elizabeth picked up her song again. The slow melody carried on the water before drifting up and evaporating. Her eyes followed the movements above carefully of another group of soldiers as they passed a merchant selling patterned fabrics. "Hear its sepulchral tone? A call to all, pay heed the squall." An explosion of light lit up the waterway in front of them. "...and turn your sails toward home."

"Yo-ho, all together," Ella sang back to her. "Hoist the colors high." She spotted Elizabeth securing her boat. The hat she wore covered her eyes until she turned her head to meet Ella's. A small smile crept onto her lips as she listened to her friend sing.

"Yo-ho, thie-"

"Thief and beggars. Never say we die," a man finished for them as he stepped from the shadows. Two others came forward, each showing their weapons. Elizabeth looked at their leader as Ella got onto the small dock without a glance to the three men. "A dangerous song to be singing for anyone ignorant of its meaning," the man warned them, his eyes trained on Elizabeth. "Particularly a woman." His gaze drifted to Ella, a smile forming on his dirty face. "Particularly a woman alone."

"What makes you think they're alone?" Barbossa asked as he walked out of the shadows and down the steps. The men turned to look at him and Ella noticed Elizabeth reaching for a weapon. She smirked at the ground as the three men watched Barbossa.

"You protect them?" the leader of the trio asked. Elizabeth swiftly moved behind him with a knife. She held it against his neck as he swallowed nervously. His friends didn't seem to like her actions and took their guns out, aiming them at her head.

"What makes you think we need protecting?" Elizabeth asked into the man's ear. Ella took two pistols out of their holsters and pointed them at the backs of their heads. She cocked one back for emphasis. Barbossa rolled his eyes at her.

"Your master's expectin' us. And an unexpected death'd cast a slight pall on our meetin'," he told them. Elizabeth drew back reluctantly as Ella hid her guns in her oriental attire. There was movement above them and one of the men motioned for them to follow him.

The men went ahead as Ella and Elizabeth walked with Barbossa. Ella played with the ring she'd acquired and altered a few days earlier as they went.

"Have you heard anything from Will?" Elizabeth asked Barbossa.

"I trust young Turner to acquire the charts and for you both to remember your places in the presence of Captain Sao Fang," he answered giving them both a death glare. Ella smiled sweetly at him while Elizabeth smirked.

"Is he really that terrifying?" Elizabeth asked sarcastically with a look to Ella.

"He's much like meself, but absence me merciful nature and sense of fair play." Ella laughed at him but he ignored it.

"Hoi," one of the men said. Ella nodded at the new word.

I like it. Simple, easy to remember, she thought to herself

A crack split deeper inside of her as she remembered a certain someone who had said those same words. She tried to take a breath to calm down but ended up coughing from the sudden moist air. The place was steamed to the point the air was drinkable. She cleared her throat again as they came to a check point.

Barbossa put his sword and pistols on the table and stepped to the side. Elizabeth put her sword and knife down on it too and Ella's sword and pistols joined them. Elizabeth stepped forward but the man blocking the doorway didn't move. He held his hand up and looked at Barbossa.

"You think because they are women we will not suspect them of treachery?" he asked. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him but kept her mouth shut after one look from Barbossa. Ella, however didn't get that look, and she felt no need to keep quiet.

"You think because we are women, we can't speak for ourselves?" she asked him, arms crossed. Barbossa smiled apologetically at the man before glaring at Ella.

"Remove, please," the man asked. Ella noticed he directed it at them, but wasn't sure if it was because of what she said, or that it was an order. She let herself believe the former, ignoring the logical voice screaming the later.

Elizabeth took her outer shirt off first, reluctantly showing the hidden weapons. She added the knives and guns to the table before getting out a bomb. She tilted her head to the side thinking, then reached behind herself and pulled a large gun out from her boot. Barbossa rolled his eyes.

Not bad, Ella thought.

She smirked before taking off her shirt, revealing a harness with multiple straps, each with several holsters and hilts. She had three belts also equipped with weapons. She plucked each one from its place, placing then individually onto the table. Seven knives, five bombs, three more guns, another cutlass, and six pouches of ammunition. She counted out the items and frowned. Smiling she rolled her eyes at her forgetfulness. She reached into her bun and pulled a small gun out of the center. The ring on her finger came off next and she pushed a small, barely noticeable button, on its side. Out of the center came a spike coated in poison. She admired her handy work before placing it on the table. Her fingers unclipped her earrings and she held them out. She rolled her eyes again at the confused looks she was getting from everyone. She took the earrings and flipped them open, revealing razor sharp knives.

Barbossa actually smiled at her and Elizabeth looked like she was suppressing a laugh. The men around them seemed impressed but wary. Ella shrugged at them and stepped forward.

"Remove, please," the same man asked. She looked down at her clothing and grimaced. Before taking of her breeches she went back to the table. She reached down the back of them, touching the back of her thigh. There was a ripping sound and she produced another knife and gun. Elizabeth gaped at her.

"What?" she asked innocently.