Something to die for

A/N: This is my first story I've posted on here... Hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own PotC, Even though I'd like to... (Think of all the things I could order Johnny Depp to do! lol)

Johnny Depp: Like what?

me: Like umm... Remove those clothes!

Johnny: It's a Disney movie!

me: Not if I owned it... smirks

Chapter One:

All POV:

A girl by the name of Isabelle walked through Port Royal's dirt roads. She was on her way to the market to place another order for drink and food for her master. She had been abandoned at 7, and was taken in by a tavern owner by the name of Charlotte. She had become her apprentice at age 12 without a choice, and now ran all the errands and cleaned every table, every chair, all the floors, everyday she lived.

Isabelle, now almost of age, was very skinny from the lack of food and hardwork, and would be very pretty if she didn't almost always have dirt on her face and a tan that everyone thought disgraceful nowadays. Today she was wearing the Royal Navy suit she had found in the Tavern after it had closed. It was getting late, after sundown, so she hurried along the road, her chest-length golden hair swishing from side to side.

She passed the Blacksmiths', followed by a pub, and was about to turn a corner when a scream pierced the silent air. She whipped around, glancing in all directions and saw a older woman she recognized as Lady Dower, who ablsolutley was terrified of pirates. And she saw a couple of pirates walking towards Charlotte's tavern.

She walked toward Lady Dower so that she could peer around her to see the docks fully. Lady Dower ran deep into town, obviously fearful for her pathetic life. She was dressed today in the newest fashion, a strangling corset with a lacy pink and white dress ontop. Isabelle, now seeing the dock fully, saw a ship with black sails and she recognized it almost at once. It was the ship she had seen many years ago. The Black Pearl.

Isabelle's POV:

My heart stopped. The Black Pearl was back... Maybe he had come to get me! My mind flashed back to the scene, I could remember it like it was yesterday:

A small girl who looked no older than 7 was standing at the docks, all by herself. Her mum had left her there, saying she was the "Most horrid little creature your father could have left me with!". She had been sitting there all morning and noon, and now the sun was going down. A man walked out of the shadows. He had seen what the mother had told her child and had been watching the small girl all day. He walked toward her, his beaded and braided hair swaying with every step he took.

The little girl kept staring at the sun, even though she heard the sound of footsteps drawing nearer. The man who most definetly had the look of a pirate sat next to her on the dock and watched the sun go down with her. "That wasn' nice of tha' woman at all t' leave you here, lass." The man mused.

"My name is Captain Jack Sparrow, wha' be yours?" The Captain asked her. The little girl finally looked into the mans face and gave a little gasp. He had braided and beaded dark hair, dark brown eyes that were lined with coal, a Tri-corn hat, and wore sailor clothes. Jack smiled at her. "I won' hurt you." He told her, for he knew that played across her mind.

"My..My name is Isabelle Teach." The little girl said at last. Jack's eyes widened but then he quickly looked normal again, but now a smile played across his face. "Is tha' right?" He said, shaking his head a little. "I don' suppose you know who yer father is, do you?" He asked. "Of coarse not..." He answered himself after Isabelle gave him a confused look.

After they talked for awhile, the sun had gone down. "Please, Jack, can I come with you?" Isabelle asked after the Captain had said it was time for him to leave. He gave her a sharp look that made Isabelle on the verge of tears. Realizing she had no where to go, he lead her to a tavern that was set alittle ways away from the sea. Jack stopped her as they got to the door.

He grabbed both of her shoulders and squat down so that they were eye level. "You go in there, Isabelle, and you ask if you can accomodate here if you do yer part." He told her. "When yer older I will come back fer you. I promise." Jack said and left the little girl there, while tears trickled down her sad face.

She watched Jack get into his long boat. "And its Captain!" He shouted to her as he paddle to a ship with black sails and the name of The Black Pearl on the side, and sail into darkness. She went back to the tavern and stepped in, holding her breathe.

My mind snapped back into reality. I knew that Jack had come to Port Royal before, but those were never about me. It was pirate buisiness or for more stock. He never stopped by though, and it hurt and made me wonder. I always would find out after he left that he had been here.

Maybe he had forgotten me? But I made my way down onto the docks anyway and stopped when I spotted him. Jack was facing the sea and had a small box opened in front of him. I walked closer until I was directly behind him and peered across his shoulder. It was difficult to see, he was a little taller than me so I had to stand on my toes, but the small box was a compass. It was spinning randomly untill it came to a hault pointing spot-on South.

I could tell that Jack frowned. He then slowly turned around. I stepped back a couple steps so I could see him fully. I don't think he knew it was me because he furrowed his brows and said, "Theres woman in the Royal Navy?" I laughed a bit, realizing I was wearing the uniform, and said, "Jack Sparrow... I haven't forgotten you a day in my life." Jack studied my face and then grinned, his gold teeth glinting in the remainder of the sunlight.

"Isabelle. You look.. er... rough." He said. I realized, embaressingly, that my face and hands were caked with dirt from earlier when I was scrubbing the bathing tubs and dirt off the floor and walls. I went to rub some off my face but my hands just made it dirtier. "Yes, well... My life has been rough." I said quietly. Jack took out a slighty dirty cloth and handed it to me. "Thanks..." I said, wiping dirt away from my face and hands. "Not a problem, luv." He said, looking at my now cleaner face.

Jacks POV:

Now that most of the dirt was gone, she was actually quite pretty. She had dark brown eyes like mine and a tan that ment she had probably done alot of work outside. Isabelle attempted to hand the cloth back, but I told 'er to keep it. She smiled slightly.

"Thats the first thing somebodys gave me without having to work for it." Isabelle said. I looked into her eyes and could tell that that hurt her. I changed the subject swiftly, not wanting her to get teary-eyed.

"I told ya I'd come back." I stated.

"Yes, and I'm very glad for that. I thought you had forgotten me, because you've come back before..." She trailed off. She raised an eyebrow and looked at her feet. I put my hand under her chin and raised her head so that I could look into her eyes.

"It was simply not the oppertune moment." I told her reassuringly. She sighed and backed away.

"And is this it, Captain?" She asked me, in a hopeful voice.

"Aye, It would be."