Disclaimer: I don't own anything that isn't in my room. besides the random pieces of crap floating around the house. And the stuff I accidentally leave everywhere. All grammatical and spelling errors in Jack and Sylver's speech are intentional. Anyway, enjoy the nice story and feel free to leave reviews.. (I might review one of your stories if you review mine).

Jack: Ah lass, I'll be makin' a pirate out o' you yet. Bribing people, blackmailing yer mother, stealing from yer family, being all around evil.. Aye, you'll make a nice pirate. Whaddaya say we run away from this here house o' yours? We can steal a ship, be evil. We can even.. *leans forward and whispers something in her ear*

Me: Maybe.. but not now, I got me a chapter to write.

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I've always lived in Tortuga. My mother was a whore, and I was an accident. Well, even though I never liked my mother, I became like her in more ways than one. Yes, I'm a whore too. Hip bloody hooray. Been whoring for five years now, ever since I was fifteen. Yes, I know.

'Get away from her, Elizabeth. You don't want to turn out like her do you? Common street trash.. That's why God gave me these riches, so I could keep you off the street. I don't want you to associate with this.. Sylver anymore Elizabeth. She may carry a disease.' Well excuse me if I just want to keep my little sister innocent and off the streets herself.

I suppose that I'm somewhat pretty, or else I wouldn't be able to make enough money to keep Anamaria off the streets. Well, when she stayed with me anyway. She ran away to become a pirate a year ago. Maybe I should have followed.

**Flashback, one year ago**

"Maria Anne.. Sylver.. Whatever you want to be called.. I'm leaving tomorrow. I can't stay here any longer, living off of you. I need my own life."

"Alright. Just please, promise me that you won't do anything.. stupid." I stressed the word stupid, knowing her to slightly naïve.

"Very well. Goodbye Maria."

"Goodbye.. Anamaria." I gave her a cynical smile and said, "Our mother had some serious naming issues."

"Aye, that she did." She turned and walked away, towards the docks. I didn't see her for another year.

**End Flashback**

Well, I must be off. My darling mother had yet another accident, and now I have a baby brother to take care of. Fortunately, I've saved up a good bit of money, unlike those other whores who spend all their money on dresses and wine and things to make themselves look better.. and younger.

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I now know where Anamaria went. She ran off to be a pirate. I suppose you think that she dropped in and told me. No, she wasn't sure that I was still alive. Anyway, here's what happened..

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I was in a bar, sitting down. It was my day- night off. Then I saw Gibbs. No one knows his first name and I refuse to call anyone who sleeps in a pigsty 'Mister.' Well, I was sitting at a table, minding my own business when I heard Gibbs and another man talking about the Black Pearl. Now, I may be a whore, but I'm not stupid. I know that going after the Black Pearl is suicide. Anyway, here's what I heard..

"I'm goin' after the Black Pearl," said the stranger. At this point I lost focus and it was several moments before I could hear them again. "That is the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner. His only child."

"Is he now.." Gibbs said, turning towards a second man who looked like he would much rather be somewhere else. "'Leverage' says you. 'I think I feel a change in the wind' says I." A group of noisy drunks staggered past and I missed the end of their conversation.

That morning, when everyone else in my alley was asleep, I walked towards the docks. I assumed that they were going to be sailing, since Gibbs knew all the good sailors in town. I saw the man Gibbs was having the conversation with walk in front of a lineup of other men. Then, I saw her. She had a large hat over her head and she was dressed in men's clothing but I could recognize my sister anywhere. I took a few steps closer and hid behind a barrel so that I could hear everything that was said and see some of what happened, but no one could see me.

"And what's the benefit for us?" asked my sister. I recognized her voice. So, apparently did the first man. He walked over to her and tried to peer under the hat that covered her face. When that didn't work, he pulled the hat off. Her dark hair cascaded down her back.

"Anamaria." She slapped him.

"You stole my boat," she said forcefully.

"Actually-" She slapped him again. "Borrowed," he said, keeping back so he wouldn't get slapped again. I couldn't help but notice that when he spoke, he gestured extravagantly. I snapped out of my trance just in time to see Anamaria gain a boat. Then I decided that I needed to talk to her.

"Ana!" I called, stepping out from behind the barrel.

"Syl?" she asked incredulously. "Is it really you?"

"Yes, it's me. Where were you all last year?" Then I noticed that everyone on the dock was staring at me. "What? Um.. Ana, what did I do this time?"

"Captain Sparrow, Mister Gibbs, all the rest of you.. this is Maria Anne-" She noticed me glaring at her and hastily corrected herself. "Sylver. This is Sylver Vyxen. She's my sister."

"Sylver Vyxen. Wonderful to make your acquaintance. I'm positively charmed."

"Captain Sparrow, there be no need to charm her," Anamaria said.

"That be right Ana. I prefer to charm people meself," I said. His brow furrowed for a second. Then it cleared.

"Yer a-" I stopped him.

"Yes. But don't say it in front of yer crew. It's me day off tonight. I have no wish to be chased around Tortuga by yer crew. Savvy?" Then it was Anamaria's turn to think hard. I heard her muttering to herself,

"Savvy.. Savvy.. That be the captain's expression. Hmm.. don't do anything stupid.. They both say that. Both expressions, both people." I stepped up to her and asked again,

"Where've ye been all last year?"

"On a boat."

"Could ye be more sp- spe- specific?"

"Still 'ave trouble with that word Syl? I've been a pirate for the last year."

"Yes, I still 'ave trouble with that word. Don't laugh at me. Ye been bein' a pirate eh? Not a bad gig overall. S'it fun?" The man from the tavern.. what was his name.. Jack Sparrow was staring at me. "What can I do for ye," I asked.

"We be needin' a nice girl on the ship to cook fer us. Can ye cook lass?"

"Aye, that I can."

"Well darling, if ye'd like, ye can stay on me ship an' cook us up some grub. Savvy?"

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow. We need some supplies an' rum to tide us through. Ye know where we're goin'?"

"No. Where?" I asked, pretending that I didn't know. He saw through my lie.

"How did you find out?" he demanded. His eyes bored into mine.. Dark brown and rimmed with kohl.

"Tavern," I gasped, captivated by his eyes. "The Faithful Bride. You were talking to Gibbs. I overheard you saying that you were goin' after the Pearl. I didn't 'ear anything else."

"Well, since you already seem to know where we're going, and I can't 'ave you telling evrebody where we're off to," he smirked, "I suppose I'll just 'ave to take ye along with us. Welcome to me crew, lass."