Chapter One

A tall, scrawny little chinese soldier, thinking that he is the greatest soldier in the world, was walking down the beach one night when he saw a pile of something... black and icky looking laying near the ocean. He carefully approached it and saw the pile move, which made him jump back in surprise.

The egotistical man poked the pile with the but end of his rifle, which made it moan. The soldier jumped and screamed like a little lady, causing to have another gaurd at another post rush towards the beach. The soldier creeped towards the pile and pushed it over with the butt of his gun. He heard a smushing sound and made a disgusted face, moving so he could see the pile in the light of the moon. Why, it was a man! A man who looked like he had been eaten and... yuck... thrown back up.

The soldier made another disgusting face as he attempted to pick the man's pockets, hoping to find a letter or symbol or something that who tell him who the man was. The other gaurd had already made it onto the beach, yelling orders at the soldier in Chinese.

"Bring him to the hospital! Grab his feet!" the man ordered, and saw the soldier make another face. "Come on! Or I'll feed you to the dragon myself!"

This did the trick, and the egotistical soldier grabbed the poor man's feet and helped carry him over to the hospital quarters on the island. They layed him down on the table and nurses began to wash the poor sailor off, wiping off dirt, blood and slime. They undressed him and bathed him in green tea leaves, to sterilize the wounds. After that, they dressed him in new clothes and began dressing his wounds. One of the two nursres held the man's wrists in her hands and gasped. She looked up at her companion.

"He's a pirate! Pirate!" she exclaimed, showing her friend the mark on the poor man's wrists. "With a funny looking bird on him."

The other nurse looked at his face, and his slightly pointed (yet handsome) nose. "Maybe he's a hawkman." She brushed away the beads from his face. "We'll call him Sailor Hawk."

The other nurse agreed, and wrapped a bandage around his wrist. Little did they know, the man they were taking care of was not called Sailor Hawk, but rather Jack Sparrow- CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow... even though his ship was destroyed. They placed him gently into a bed, where he slept for a good five days.

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Elizabeth Swann couldn't sleep. She tried, but she kept tossing and turning in her hammock. She sighed and gave up, getting up to take yet another walk on the ship.

Tia Dalma had done alot for them in that one night they visited her. She gave them a Captain, who turned out to be very fair, a ship, even though it was a little bit of a wreck, and some more crew members, whom kept the wreck afloat. Most of all, though, she gave them hope. Hope that they will find their beloved Captain. Elizabeth was sorry for what she did- even though, at the time, she wasn't. She cursed herself for betraying a man who loved her, and felt hurt when she heard his heart break. If only they can find him. Then she'll have a chance to explain.

Unbeknowest to her, Will Turner was standing in the back, watching her. That was all he ever did was watch her. He could accept the facts that she had feelings for Jack, hell, they all did to be on this crazy journey, but he couldn't accept the fact that Elizabeth might be in love with him. He felt it whenever he saw those two together- he kept teasing her, annoying her, and she kept letting herself become flustered. In a way, they were always flirting- even Elizabeth couldn't deny that.

But Will could not find the strength to talk to her. He couldn't find the words to say to her. He felt lost. Lost in his own misery of losing one of the best friends he'll probably ever have- and the last memory that Will will ever have of him, maybe, is Jack touching his Elizabeth.

"I know you're there, Will." Elizabeth said, poking at a knot hole. "I can hear you sigh."

Will cam out of the shadows and walked up next to Elizabeth, looking out into sea. There really wasn't much of anything that could be done. He felt Elizabeth stare at him, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, she did.

"I know you saw it, Will, so you can drop the whole 'I have no idea' act. I know you saw it." Elizabeth stared down at her hands. "I can tell by the way you look at me."

"Why?" was all Will could say.

"Because I care for-" Elizabeth said, but was cut off by Will raising his hand, stopping her from speaking.

"You know what? I don't want to know." he said, and ligthly tapped the ship's railing. "So don't bother." and with that, Will walked away.

Elizabeth felt saddened by the act, but at least he spoke to her, besides watching her from a distance. She did love Will. She did, with all her heart. Or at least she thought so.

Was it bad to love two men at the same time? Was it possible? She shook her head no. She had to choose- she could love the man she had right now, or she could love a dead man. A possible dead man- they did not know for sure if he was dead or not. Elizabeth didn't feel like he was gone, because she could still feel his lips on hers, and, oh god, that felt nice- it tasted like freedom. But could Jack be her freedom?

So many questions, and absolutely no answers. Elizabeth sighed and straightened her blouse, turning around to see Captain Barbossa.

"Why ye be up so late, Miss... Turner?" he asked, and saw her shake her head no. "Ms... Sparrow, now?" Barbossa asked, and flashed an evil grin.

Ugh... this man knew how to get underneath her skin. "It's Miss Swann." she spat out.

"Ah, another bird. I have trouble wit' bird names- the people attached to them always seem a little... flighty." Barbossa grinned, and turned to walk away.

"Flighty? You think I'm flighty?" Elizabeth asked, annoyed.

"Aye, Miss Swann. You never know what ye want until it's to late. You fly from house to house, ship to ship, man to man, and never settle. Ye are incapable of making decisions tha' concern yerself." Barbossa absent mindly petted his monkey, Jack, whom was sitting on his shoulder. "Just the way Jack was."

Ohh... this man knew how to really get under her skin. "You obviously do not know me then." she stormed up to Barbossa, in a fit of rage. "I am NOT flighty, I am NOT afraid to make my own decisions, and I am NOT like JACK SPARROW." she pointed a finger into Barbossa's face, but Barbossa shrugged it off.

"Whatever you say, Miss Swann." he smirked at her. "But you know what they say."

"No, what do 'they' say." Elizabeth asked sarcastically.

"'Birds of a feather flock together', or did ye not know?" Barbossa chuckled, leaving a angry and confused Elizabeth behind.

How DARE he say such things? It wasn't true... well, maybe it was, but that did not give him the right to say that. But one thing he said got stuck in her mind, and she couldn't get it out, no matter how hard she tried.

Birds of a feather flock together.

A/N: Yeah! Chapter one of my new story! Hehe me happy. I know it seems quick, but I came up with this idea while writing TLP Book Two and I couldn't WAIT until I started writing it. I even have notes in my little red notebook about it! So, as you can see, I've been planning this for a while. Sometimes it was hard to write TLP because ideas for this came up! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!