Disclaimer: I don't own Jack or PotC (unfortunately) and I don't own Arabella, Jean, Tumen, Fitzy and Constance; they belong to Rob Kidd and Rob Kidd belongs to himself… *sniggers* Oh, you'll see... :D

Author's Note: So here it is, as promised! ;) Introducing… Without a Trace, or as some of ye may know it Fate! Thank Gypsy for the much better name! :) Anyways, shall we get on with it?


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Prologue
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"…Then he smiled and looked out on a glorious sunset and a future full of possibility – it was the boldest horizon he had ever seen. The End."

She arched an auburn coloured eyebrow sceptically at the man sitting uneasily before them, as did her colleagues surrounding her.

"Would ye care to elucidate that, Mr. Kidd?" she almost snapped, drumming her fingers against the dark wood of the table they sat at, impatiently.

Rob Kidd felt a shiver slink down his spine. She was just as he had written her; the auburn curls, the flashing brown eyes… and the temper…Oh, the temper was something he should definitely fear.

"Um…" he stammered, glancing at all their intolerant faces. "Well, that's what happened, isn't it?"

"Oui," replied two intricate French accents synchronized with one another.

Mr. Kidd shifted in his seat with discomfort. "So… the problem is…?"

"You go on to write this!" exclaimed a Mayan man, flinging down a second manuscript, identical to the first sans for the title; Legends of the Brethren Court: The Caribbean written in a spiked style replacing; Jack Sparrow: Bold New Horizons.

Mr. Kidd looked down at his fable with confusion still lingering on his face. He gave his guests before him a troubled look insisting on a clarification.

"I wasn't even there!" cried the French fellow Rob evidently recognised as Jean, the ginger haired, green eyed boy he had written about.

"Yes, but--" the author tried to interject, but he was rudely interrupted but by Constance, Jean's sister. He should have guessed her human form was just as temperamental as mad as the cat he had recorded her as;

"We don't even have a cousin called Marcella!" she snapped, flailing her arms at him.

"Well--"

"And Billy and I have certainly never been married! And definitely not had a child together!" finished Arabella, the auburn haired woman Mr. Kidd had cherished writing about. Unfortunately, she wasn't in one of the happy moods he had wished her to be when they met earlier that day.

He sighed. "Well, I don't know what happened after that! I suppose I made it up… look, with Arabella and Billy being together, I assumed they were married and… well…"

Arabella wrinkled her nose. "Well, ye clearly assumed wrong!" she grumbled, folding her arms across her chest, sullenly.

"You got it all wrong, Mr. Kidd!" the Mayan – Tumen, his name was – spoke again with a slight roll of the eyes. "You don't know the real story… not even half of it!"

"Probably not even a quarter," Constance sneered, positioning herself to match Arabella's temperamental stance.

Rob stared in utter disbelief. "Well, how was I supposed to know?!" he defended. "I'm an author after all! We have to twist the truth a little…"

"Ah, but how can you twist what you don't know, mon ami?" inquired Jean with a sparkle hidden in his green eyes.

Mr. Kidd blinked in bewilderment. How could this be happening?

Then suddenly, it proceeded onwards.

Snatching the quill and blank pages of the manuscript with her gloved hands, Arabella stabbed into the pot of ink and began to scribble, biting down on her bottom lip with complete concentration. Mr. Kidd felt a redundant quiver worm down his back whilst witnessing this; the 'concentrating Arabella' was also just as realistic as he had written it.

"There," she finished, cutting off his thoughts as she shoved the page back to him. Mr. Kidd glanced down, his eyes scanning the words she had dented into his parchment;

Without a Trace
by Rob Kidd

As he saw, these were the exact words said in the centre of the page. He raised an eyebrow at her, with the response of a smirk.

"We'll tell you what to write," Tumen grinned somewhat evilly. "I'm sure Arabella knows Fitzwilliam's side of the story, right?"

Bella nodded. "Now start with this…" She grappled back the paper and pen and smeared on her elegant script yet again. Rob reluctantly pulled it back to him once she indicated her completion and read;

Jack soon left La Fleur; the next day, in fact. Eventually, Tumen returned to the Yucatán and although Jean and Constance wished to go along, they remained in the crew, waiting for 'the opportune moment' - as Jack would say - to leave and make their own way back to New Orleans. Although Arabella adored the sea, she and Billy soon began to set up their own life in North Carolina.
Seems like a nice ending?
More like a beginning… the beginning of many adventures…

He looked up, curiously. All four of them bobbed their heads in coordination.

"Now," Arabella picked up with a small smile. "Where should we begin…?"


Author's Note: LOL! Haha, okay, that is officially the FUNNEST thing I've ever written! Btw, Rob Kidd – if the tiniest possibility you're reading this is in fact true – I mean you no offence! Besides, if it wasn't for you, Sparrabella wouldn't be invented… If course, neither would Billabella, but that's not the point!

And the reason Jean isn't in Legends of the Brethren Court in this story is because I don't want him to be! Simple as that! Same with Marcella! :P Anyways, please review! And watch out for chapter 1… the first part in Arabella's tale!

:D