Deep down, Elizabeth has known her time was very near. She isn't entirely certain how she has known, but she has. The thought has been drifting through her mind like a lazily meandering piece of driftwood, buoyant but easily pushed aside time and again, left there until she has the desire and fortitude to reel it back and firmly acknowledge the ( Read more... )

It's late when Elizabeth steals back into the bar, eyes scanning the room for Raph ( Read more... )

A pirate steals into the kitchen, stops in the shadows and looks around ( Read more... )

A hat should be a simple enough thing to find in Nassau, but Elizabeth didn't want just any hat. She'd promised Stitch a true pirate hat, and that's what she plans to deliver.

Eventually, when she'd almost forgotten her task, the perfect hat lands in her lap at a tavern one night.

Literally.

The pirate who'd been wearing it wouldn't want it for ( Read more... )

Nassau ( Read more... )

"That's settled, then ( Read more... )

It has been a long time since Elizabeth wrote a letter, and this is no idle correspondence to begin without thought or plan. If Tonks has returned, then it's no great matter; her apology might smooth the surface, but it can otherwise be forgotten. If she hasn't ( Read more... )

"Still nothing," Tai Huang informed his captain. "No sign is found of the pregnant woman ( Read more... )

Together, the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman decimate the Endeavor, and with it Lord Cutler Beckett ( Read more... )

It's cold ( Read more... )