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Hello mates! I've been intrigued with the idea of Jack and Elizabeth chasing each other around for a while now. That's what this is! It's a story about the two of them running around the globe...trying to 'catch' each other.

No JE in the first chapter but there will be from the next chapter. The first seven chapter are already written, if you would just drop a review to let me know what you think I will update it immediately. Enjoy!

There are many different kinds of winds. Sure they all happen to blow from four general directions but as every good pirate-and often only the best of pirates- knows they blow for very different reasons altogether. And the most dangerous kind of wind was the wind of destiny…fate waiting to intervene couldn't be meddled with…

On that particular stormy evening the western wind blew a former first mate of Captain Sparrow's, the eastern wind blew yet another former first mate, Captain Swann's this time and from the north a young girl rode over the wind swiftly…and the southern wind just stood still, keeping a former pirate Captain safe in place in a Tortuga tavern.

She opened the tavern door and marched in defiantly, not bothering to look at anyone. Like the wind that had blown her in, she was breezy and light and some people even took the time to look at her…not like they looked at every other woman in Tortuga but with a hint of admiration. The way she moved demanded unwanted attention.

"Excuse me," she said with a voice that was too high class to be from those parts. "Could you tell me the whereabouts of the Black Pearl please?" she asked politely and to contrast with her manners she slid a couple of shillings towards the barmaid.

"The Black Pearl," the girl shrieked with laughter as she wiped a glass. "Lass, ain't no one seen that ship for over a year. Some say it vanished in the Bermuda Triangle, other say it sank and it's captain with it…others say the captain vowed never to step on land again after a girl broke his heart. All stories…wouldn't believe it."

The younger girl's determination didn't waver, she merely put down a few more shillings. "Tell me something useful," the propriety was gone from her voice, replaced with fierce purposeful demand.

The barmaid tucked the money in her dress and pointed to the darkest corner of the bar. "They say he's crazy. Mad. Daft. But he waits at that precise table every night, saying that he's waiting for word from the Pearl…mumbles something about a necklace, a curse and then rambles about how Captain Swann…something or another is coming. Says he used to be a Captain."

"Thanks very much!" she mumbled before turning towards the table hastily. Her heart swelled at the thought that it might be her father at the table…it might just be…

And then once she stepped into the shadows she stopped herself from being disappointed that it couldn't be her father but he did look oddly familiar…like she'd seen him before…

The man would be quite handsome if he was a bit younger but age had worn him down, making him look crippled…tired…

The other man who was hunched forward looked like he was from the far-east, straw hat and a robe that looked like it could be from China or Singapore…

The first man looked at her. "Lad, perhaps you could move away to let us discuss our business in private?"

She took her hat off, letting her hair cascade down her back, stating that she was no lad at all. "The name is Swann, Diana Swann," she stated.

The two men looked at her in awe. "Well, I see," the pirate Captain said. "That changes everything."

He inclined for her to sit but she shook her head wearily. "Elizabeth Swann was—is my mother," she stated just to make her identity clearer.

"Should've known when I saw you. Any trouble is bound to spring from her womb," the pirate muttered.

She drew her dagger and in less than a second she was beside the old man, dagger pressed against his throat. "I'll thank you not to speak ill of my mother."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he laughed. "You're a bit hotheaded too."

"I wonder whether she got that from her mother or her father," the other man said in thickly accented English.

"That would all depend on who her father is. And who would it be lass?"

"I like to go by my mother's maiden name as it seems to gain more recognition in these parts and respectable circles both," she stated, removing the dagger away. "But my real name is Diana Lorillard."

Both men looked at each other in surprise. Obviously not expecting that answer.

"So that was your father's name?" the captain asked.

"Of course."

"But Miss Diana. I was your mother's first mate on the Empress," the other man, Tai Huang said. "I was there when you were born even and Captain Swann, she never associate with man named Lorillard."

Diana smirked with arrogance, a smirk that made the old pirate captain scowl. "Than there are great many a things you do not know of Elizabeth Swann. Tell me Mr. Huang, I believe that is your name as my mother told me, on these journeys with my mother…do you remember going to France?"

He nodded.

"That's where my mother met my father, or so I believed until a year ago," she continued with an air of mystery, "and now…I'm looking for the truth…" The pirate captain was obviously intrigued.

"Seems to be lass, you have quite a story to tell."

"I do in fact, but I only have pieces of the story," Diana admitted, keeping her voice steadier than she felt.

"How old are you?" the captain asked.

"Near sixteen."

"You could pass for years older."

"It's what happens when you're left to take care of yourself."

"You mother abandoned you," he stated.

"No," she shook her head. "She left me with relatives in England until I was old enough to join her on the Empress and she visited more than once a year—"

"It's true," Tai Huang agreed. "Captain Swann never missed a visit until—"

"Two years ago," Diana nodded. "Over two years ago she stopped coming and I heard terrible rumors of the Empress's disappearance. Rumors I hope you can set straight."

Before Tai could say anything the older man stopped him. "Let's hear your part of the story first."

She shook her head. "Not until you tell me where the Pearl is!"

At this the man's eyes widened. "Do you think I would be here if I knew where it was? And so you know of the Pear's captain?"

She laughed a bitter laugh. "Do I know of him? He was my brother, my savior, my nighttime story…he was my everything when I was trapped in that godforsaken manor. I've met him very few times…yet I know more of him than anyone else. And if there's one person who knows where my mother is…" she trailed off, "of course now I know he's really a piece of scum but he'll know where she is."

"Well Diana, we were just discussing the fate of your mother and said Captain," the pirate said. "I propose an exchange…each of us will tell as much of the story as we know…and then we're bound to reach some conclusion eh?"

"Agreed," she nodded and before she could say anything further, the western wind blew the doors open and an old, jolly man stumbled in, soaking wet from the rain, almost falling to the ground and without paying notice to anyone else staggered to the table in the dark corner.

"The fourth member of our party. As expected," the pirate coughed. "Mr. Gibbs! Over here."

"Mother and child," the old man named Gibbs cried. "It's you Captain!"

"Of course it is, now sit! We were just talking about a certain pirate lord and a certain pirate king," the Captain continued as Gibbs pulled a chair and sat, sipping the ale in front of him appreciatively.

"What's your name?" Diana demanded of the captain.

"My name doesn't matter tonight, as it isn't relevant to the story. You may call me Smith if you'd like or Smithy even."

"And what's her name?" Gibbs frowned, giving Diana a sideway glance.

"I'm Diana Swann Mr. Gibbs. My mother told me all about you," Diana shook his hand.
"Miss Diana! Why last time I saw you, you were covered with blood and the size of me fist," Gibbs chuckled.

"Enough now," Smith ordered. "Mr. Gibbs I hope you'll help us…I figure you're here for the same reason as the rest of us."

"The Pearl," Gibbs nodded, nodding his gratitude to Tai Huang who handed him a coat.

"Then I imagine you'll tell us the parts of the story that you know…if each of us knows a bit, we'll reach some kind of conclusion."

Diana crossed her arms. "Perhaps you should start Mr. Smith."

"Where shall I start? With the fact that Jack Sparrow was born on the longest night of the year in a typhoon storm that no one thought they would survive?"

"I didn't ask for more bedtime stories," Diana said, bored.

"Very well then, let's skip to when he decided he doesn't want to be a pirate like his father. Disappeared for a couple of years, to this day no one knows what happened to him in those two years…except that when he came back there was something about him…something immortal, almost god-like and he joined the East India Company—"

"I know the stories," Diana nodded. "I think we've all heard of Davy Jones and of World' End and the great battle that was to come. Mr. Smith…Let us skip ahead to more important things."

"I should've expected as much from any daughter of Elizabeth's, always one to jump straight to business," he said and the three men looked at each other secretively, as if sharing some kind of private joke. Then he looked back at Diana who was still standing.

"Pull up a chair lass," he said softly, the tone of anguish in his voice softened Diana and made her strive to make out his face, still half hidden in the shadows. "Pull up a chair and I'll tell you all about the Sparrow and the Swann…"

Come now! I know you want to review...but for now, let me give you a sneak peek at the next chapter:

"Stop it!"

She smiled and kissed the scar again, teasing him. "Why? You don't like it?"
"No, I'm afraid I like it too much. I might even get used to it," he admitted, his eyes still closed. This made her stop, as he knew it would…because neither wanted to do something that would make them repeat their mistake. Once was quite enough…