Title - Of Stowaways and New Advetures By - PheonixFireBlack Summary - Ok...let's see...I think I know where I'm going with this one. Girl stows away on the Pearl, hardly talks, though when she decides to she won't shut up, and just when Jack thinks he can stand her, she goes off and starts to annoy him again. sorry, I meant CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. Feedback - I love it! IM - YES! FUN! Check the profile! Rating - PG-13 - Language and possible content. Rating may go up.

A/N - Ok...so the title's crappy and probably has nothing to do with too much of the story...except for the stowing away bit...and the fact that there IS a new adventure-y-thing....ANYWAY, I think this story will be a bit better than I had orginally thought...ya never know, maybe not, hopefully though. Well...I don't really think I've much to say for this other than...well...nothing I guess.

Disclaimer - If any of you truthfully and really, honest to God think I own PotC.....your are SERIOUSLY delusional. And on top of that, why would I be here, writing a FAN FICTION if I owned it? Wouldn't it be more correct to be doing something more worth my time? That's what I thought, so...no suing me and I won't sue you...well...if you've no fics written I couldn't sue you anyway...and on top of all that...do you really have money for a lawyer? Cause ya know, that's what they need in order to do anything for you, money...it sucks, but it's a sad true fact that my sister and I have established oh so many times: "...So sue me." "I sue you." "You can't. You don't have a lawyer. And by the time you get enough money for a lawyer, you'll have forgotten why you needed a lawyer in the first place."

A/N2 - Ok...disclaimer's done and I remembered somethin' else - Sorry if at times that people that are supposed to be so, don't sound like pirates, any they start soundin' rather...hick-like but...I'm told that I am a hick so...I guess you could say that'd be why, eh? Oh...no...sorry, people don't tell me I'm Canadian...ok...so that was a sad attempt at humor...*shrug*

..... ....... ........ Ok...READ! NOW! OR FOREVER REST IN PEACE! ...No...No...it's supposed to be READ! NOW! OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE!...right? *throws hands up & shrugs* Oh well, you get the point!

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Ch 1 - Of Stowaways, Arguments, and Arrangements

Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew of the Black Pearl had been sailing for at least the last eight months. He had decided to go off to Port Royale again. He wasn't sure why there of all places, seeing as how people were probably still wanting to kill him, but that's where they had been set off for, even if it had initially been for Coran's Pass, can't blame a man for getting a bit of sidetracked, now can ye?--And that's where they were now. Jack and the crew had gotten to the port a day ago and were all currently off doing....whatever the bloody hell they wanted to be doing. However, at the moment, these...er...fine men...no, no, wait, let me start over! However, at the moment, these ruff and tough pirates aren't who we'll be focusing on. We shall focus on but a young lass....

~*~ Briana's P.O.V.

I'd been in Port Royale for several years now and, to be quite honest, it was starting to bore me. I like to travel a lot, it's fun, though at the moment I'm not exactly able to go anywhere. I haven't got a ship, nor any friends with one, and everyone that I've asked has refused my offer for me to board with them. I'm seriously starting to contemplate just sneaking on board of some random ship. It's not like it'd be hard to do, what with all the ships being here all the time. All I'd have to do is simply pick a ship that I thought was nice enough for me to sneak onto, make sure no one was there...and get on and hide, waiting till they sailed away. I sigh as I figure that this will not be happening any time soon. I would be stuck here, in this small blacksmith shop, going out on the smith's errands and delivering swords and whatnot for him for the rest of my natural born life. It's not that I don't like the smith, he's really nice that Will Turner. Now don't take me wrong here, it's not ol' Bootstrap Bill, he's dead you know, it's son, William Turner, though he goes by Will. Glad we got that straight. Now, back to my problems. Yeah...you know, I don't have one or even just a few little, or big even, problems...my problem is everything, you know...just...Life in general. Anyway, I guess you might want to know a bit about my background, eh? Well...I'm twenty-five at the moment, in the next few, I may be twenty-six, I'll tell you if it changes. My parents are both dead. I know that my father was a pirate, though I never did get his name, other than John, Johnny...something or other, but there are several fellows named so, I've met some of them, and I'll have you know not a damn near one of them looked a thing like me. Sad really, all I've got's his first name...Mum died when I was really young, 'bout four, my aunt's told me. Oh, yeah, and Aunt Cecillia isn't the nicest woman in the world, and thinks I should be a "Respectable, proper young woman who knows her place in society." Well, just so you know Auntie, for some reason she hates it when I call her that, I think I do know my place in society and there ain't no way that you're gonna change that or me. She's always tryin ta force me into some frilly, lacy horrible dress. I hate dresses, don't really get their point. Sure, I'll wear one if it's low cut enough and it's not...frilly and lacy but...very rarely does anyone see me in a dress. You'll see me in a pair of knickers, hey now, don't go takin' that the wrong way, I mean that in the meaning of knickers meanin' pants, and a t- shirt almost every day. Sometimes I wear long sleeves, sometimes I wear short. Anyway, sorry about the boringness of this, I need to get on with it, don't I? Let's see...anything else ya need to know 'bout me now? Naw, you'll find out anything else ya need ta know later.

I walked in the blacksmith shop, returning from delivering a sword off to some Royal Navy person or other. "Will! I'm back! Anything more for me to do today?" I asked, referring to the lateness that the last order I delivered. I should have been off by now but I didn't mind. Will was a nice man and it was alright.

"No, Briana, I don't believe there is..."

I rolled my eyes, "How many times, Turner, how many times must I ask you?"

"What?" He asked with an almost complete innocence about him.

"Dear boss, I do mean about calling me Bri."

"I'd say at least three times more, Briana."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again, it would seem a bit childish, don't you agree? Instead, I settled for a sigh and started to help him put things away. "So, Will....why did you and Elizabeth choose to stay here, in Port Royale...I mean, it's a nice place an' all but, if it's not wrong to say, sir, you seem like the type to like to travel a bit more than this."

Will smiled, "It's not wrong to say, it's quite true actually. However, I respect my wife's wishes in staying here. I don't mind, like you said, it's nice here."

I smiled back, "Elizabeth's nice, I like her. Ex-cept when she starts reminding me of my Aunt Cecillia...trying to put me in a dress an' all...and especially a corset! Honestly! The woman knows from experience, as she's told me before, that one will pass out whilst wearing one of those evil things! I mean, really, did she think I was going to forget that women in London are all dead and don't breathe?"

Will laughed lightly at my antics. "Now, Briana...You know that your aunt just wants you to be--"

"A proper young woman," I finished for him,"Yes, I know, but...she should know it's not going to happen. She knows both my parents were pirates...and on top of that...I'vee been like this," I said, indicating my clothing, "For the ten years I've lived with her..." Then something hit me, "Wait a minute. Auntie told me that mum's maiden name was Caprietto and that she had married some...guy, don't know nothin' bout him, anyway, I know mum changed her name, as said by Cecillia. Now, why would I not have my parents shared name and my mum's maiden one? I'm very confused now..."

Will chucked at my rambling. "Bri..."

Before he could continue, I gasped and ran over to him and hugged him, "I told you I'd have you calling me Bri!"

"Briana..."

"Dammit..."

Will smiled, "Briana, why such the sudden interest in your name?"

"Well...I dunno...the thought just sort of hit me all the sudden..." I shrugged, "Anyway, have any friends with ships?"

Will frowned, "Why?"

"Because...I wanna get out of here...I wanna...go places, you know? Travel...by sea of course, or else I wouldn't be asking about a boat...and seeing as how that's basically the only form of long distance travel but...That's not the point! I just wanna go, you know?" I asked, snapping out of my insane rambling state.

"I've one friend, though I don't know when he'll be around here again, if ever."

"Why not?" I asked, my interest perked.

"Well...to be honest, he's a pirate."

"Oh. Well, that must be wild, being friends with a pirate...Actually, come to think of it, didn't think pirates had friends..." I shrugged again, "Oh well. What's his name?"

"Jack. Jack Sparrow."

"Jack Sparrow? As in...the infamous pirate?"

"Yes...but if you ever see him, please don't tell him I simply called him Jack," Will sighed, "He tries so hard to get people to call him Captain."

I laugh, "He is one, though, why don't people call him so?"

"I don't know," Will said, shaking his head, "But it's quite funny to see him persist it all the time."

"Well," I looked out the window, "It's gettin' pretty late, I should be gettin' on. Aunt Cecillia's gonna be one bitchy woman when I come home so late..."

"I sorry, Briana, I shouldn't have kept you."

"Oh, it's fine, Will. She's always bitchy, even when I get home early. Anyway, one last thing before I go." I paused, "What ship's Captain Sparrow sail on?"

"The Black Pearl." Will frowned. She'd heard all the stories, how would she not know what ship he had? That didn't make much sense but, there were many times in which Briana Caprietto didn't make much sense.

I nodded and took off. I knew Auntie would be a bitch no matter what so, I decided to simply walk around and let time pass, wait for her to go to bed before I went off home. Not that this place could really ever be a true home to me, but...it was for now. I walked around, looking at the ships that had come into port until I noticed that it was nearly one o'clock. I didn't see all the ships there, there were several more. Part of me wanted to walk down the rest of the way, just to see if the Black Pearl was there. I shook my head, I need to stop being so silly. Why would a legendary captain, who captains a legendary ship be here of all places? Especially with Norrington around and all. I turned on my heel and headed home.

~*~

It was nearly one thirty when I got back to the house, and just as I figured, Aunt Cecillia was long since out like a light, which was a good thing because I wanted to just go to bed--She could have her bitching time later. I went straight to bed when I reached the house, I was out within eighteen minutes. Though my falling asleep only meant me waking up about an hour and a half later at three o'clock. I was unable to go back to sleep and finally I decided what I would do. I got up and slowly and quietly packed some things with me. Clothes are mostly what I got, though there were a few other random things, a black notebook I wrote in occasionally. Once I was done, I went downstairs as silently as I could. I looked around and was glad to find paper and a pen on the table. I scribbled a note telling Auntie where I was going...to an extent. After that, I left, but not without turning back and looking at the place I'd been calling home for so many years. I shook my head, it's not like she'll care anyway, in all actuality, she'll probably be glad to be rid of me. I started to head to the ship docks but I stopped. I couldn't go yet, not without telling Will. No...wait...may as well see which ship I'm going on. It was killing me not to know about those last few ships. I just had to know if it was there. I had looked at all the ships again, no matter how bright the moonlight was tonight, it was still a simple dim light, and hard to see which ship was which. Then I saw it, the perfect ship. It was it. It was the one I'd go off on. "The Black Pearl..." I heard myself mutter. I found myself taking a few small steps toward the ship. I shook my head, I had to tell Will first. When I arrived at his and Elizabeth's house, I hesitated before ringing the doorbell. Will was a light sleeper, as I had found out quickly when I lived with the couple, before I knew of my aunt.

Will heard the doorbell when it rang. He glanced over at Elizabeth, still asleep. Good, good... He went downstairs to answer the door. He hoped that he didn't open the door to a lot of nothingness because it would mean one of two things, neither being something he wanted it to be. One, he'd imagined the doorbell, which would be really quite annoying or two, some kid was running through town and ringing random doorbells, this would be just as annoying, though not quite as bad as imagining it all in his head, or at least, this was Will Turner's opinion of it all. He was thankful that someone was there when he opened the door, but shocked as to who was there. "Briana?" He whispered, a frown on his face, more or less out of confusion.

"Will...there's something I need to tell you."

"Ok...why don't you come in?"

I shook my head, I saw no point. "Will...I..." I shook my head again and took his previous offer and came into the house. He closed the door behind me silently. I stood there, door behind me, Will in front of me, staying silent.

"Briana...What's wrong?"

"I.." I hesitated, "I'm leaving."

"Not until you tell me what's going on." Will said with a certain sternness in his voice that I'd never heard from him before. He was watching me, probably so he could catch me if I made a move for the door. It was quite tempting, but I managed to not do so, I knew it would only make things worse in the end.

"No, not here...well...here but not here...I mean..." I sighed. I knew I should have planned what I was to say before I rang that damn doorbell. I never could seem to speak when I was like this. "I'm not just leaving your house. I'm leaving...I'm leaving Port Royale, Will..."

"Why?"

"I've found a ship, and a captain that agreed to let me aboard."

"If you don't mind my asking," Will started, his eyes bore into my soft brown ones, "What ship is it that you will be boarding?"

This caught me a little off guard. Sure, I'd gone to the ship docks in case he did ask what ship, and so I'd know and everything but I never thought he'd actually ask about it. "The Black Pearl..." I barely heard my own reply.

"What?" I knew Will didn't think he'd heard me correctly.

"The Pearl...The Black Pearl..." I knew he wouldn't have to have anything repeated this time.

"What?"

"You said you knew him, that you're friends with him, he shouldn't mind!"

"He shouldn't mind?" Will repeated. "I thought you said you'd already had the okay from the captain."

I lowered my eyes to the floor. I couldn't look at him now, he knew I'd lied. "No...but I didn't think he'd mind...not much anyway..."

"You don't know Jack...Why are you leaving anyway?"

"I have to leave, Will. Port Royale is nice an' all but..." I shook my head, "There's no way I can stay here. I hate my aunt...and you and Elizabeth are the only two that have ever been decent to me. This place isn't for me. And on top of that...I can't stay here when the sea calls to me like it does, Will. I've got full pirate blood runnin' through my veins! I don't know much about my parents, Cecillia didn't like talking about them much...but I know they were both pirates...I have to have it in my blood." Even though I had always known that the whole 'not knowing anything other than what my aunt tells me' story was a lie, it wasn't like I wanted to know how they really died, it wasn't right....but that's a whole 'nother story and completely off topic, we'll go into that later on.

"Of course..."

"And I have to go alone."

"You wouldn't really be alone, now would you? On a ship, with a captain and crew..."

"That's not what I mean. I mean no following me. I'll go alone."

"And I'll go with you."

"That would defeat the purpose of going alone and no."

"I understand this and yes, I will."

"Why?"

"Because, Jack won't understand, nor does he know how to treat a lady." Will said, remembering all the slaps his friend had received, "But you must wait till morning...later in the morning...I know for a fact that he's leaving tomorrow."

I sighed. "Fine...I'll wait till later."

"Good girl. Now...off back home with you."

I nodded, "Alright..." But I hesitated before turning. I couldn't believe I was just about to completely lie to Will; it felt so wrong. I couldn't stand it. Before I turned to open the door and leave Port Royale forever, I took a few steps forward and hugged Will. I never really admitted it but I'd always had a school girl-like crush on Will, ever since I met him. My hopes of anything had happening between us had been diminished when I found out he was married, but I still liked him, though now I really loved him like an older brother. I honestly couldn't believe that I had bold-face lied to Will.

Will frowned. What's going on? He thought, though he figured she would probably stow away on the ship anyway, despite his warning and what she had said. Good bye, Briana Nichole Caprietto... Will closed his eyes as he thought of this and didn't realize that he had whispered those five words into the young lass' hair as he hugged her.

I didn't want to let go, letting go would mean that I was really leaving. That's when I heard him whisper, "Good bye. Briana Nichole Caprietto..." I bit my lower lip to keep from crying but it didn't work, the tears came anyway. I sniffed as I separated from him and quickly whipped the tears away. I hoped he didn't notice.

"Briana...Are you alright?" Will asked softly, seeing the one tear that I hadn't managed to get away.

I shook my head.

"What's wrong?"

"I...nothing..." I turned around and opened the door. I was glad that my home was in the same way as the ship dock. I glanced back over my shoulder and Will was standing there, holding the door by the edge, watching me walk away. I knew he was watching me before I turned, I could feel his eyes on my back. I managed a smile and I waved, the final wave I'd ever be able to give him. I turned down an alley and decided to wait for a bit before going back towards the docks, I needed to make sure Will was away from the door, back upstairs in his bed. It was interesting how I could see his house from here. I saw that he wasn't at the door and I saw a silhouette moving around upstairs and knew it was him. When the figure stopped moving I knew he was in bed and I mad a run towards the docks. I ran down to the very last ship. I prayed to God that no one was standing guard of the ship, it being legendary and all. I walked up the long plank of wood leading from the ship to the dock, no problems. However, when I started walking around on the ship, the wood creaked. I stopped and ducked down, though I'm not sure why. I shook my head when nothing came after a few minutes and I continued. I went below decks and settled in there for the night. Sure, someone would find me but, that was half the point, right?

~*~

The ship making movement had awoken me a few hours earlier but I was still down below decks. I had yet to get the initiative to get up. I glanced at my watch and realized that it was a good forty minutes past noon. I should make myself noticed. The sleep I'd had last night was everything but comfortable but, it was ok because I hadn't known how early they would cast off, though I had recently learned it was nearly ten when they did so. I shrugged and stood up from the floor where I'd been sitting. I walked over to the place that I'd entered at. I tried to push up on the cut out piece of wood that served as a door in the floor. It didn't budge. I frowned, "What the hell?" I tried again. Still nothing. Why wasn't it moving? The last time I tried it still didn't work. "Damn." I pounded on the door and started yelling, "Hey! I'm trapped down here ya weird-o's! Why'd ya lock me in here? Is anyone up there?" Though I knew the yelling would go unheard, I needed to do something. I sighed and decided to wait a bit before doing anything else. It seemed like at least an hour had passed and I tried again. Still nothing. I looked at my watch. Only two minutes had gone by. I sighed. This was going to be a very long day.

~*~

It was only a mere hour and a half later from my earlier tires of lifting the door. I knew it probably wouldn't work, seeing how horribly my other three or four attempts had failed but I decided to try again. I stood up and walked to the door and pushed up. No budging...well...a slight bit but nothing that was going to help. I put a hand on my hip and glared up at the door. I tried again, pushing with everything I could. It actually moved upwards enough that I could see sunlight. Just as I did, as well as just as I though that I might be able to get somewhere on getting out of here, it happened. I had looked at the sun, and almost instantly felt something tickling my nose. I wasn't going to let it happen, I wasn't going to lose the bit of leverage I had at the moment. I held my breath in attempt to stop it, though I knew that wouldn't work. I waited a moment and nothing happened. Maybe I had been wrong before. Or maybe I was wrong about being wrong. That tickling sensation came back again. Again, I tried to keep from letting everything tumble downhill. I wiggled my nose in order to try and make the sensation go away. And here we go, I thought, but then it stopped again. I sighed and immediately afterwards, I sneezed, thus making me lose the bit of leverage I had before, as I covered my mouth and nose with both hands out of habit. "Dammit!" I yelled just before sneezing again. That's when I realized that he hadn't been the sun that made me sneeze, but dust from someone doing a bit of sweeping up there. "Stupid damn allergies and bloody damn...sweeper person!" I shouted, for a lack of better terms. I looked up at the door and glared, but not for long. Quite the lot of dust had gotten in with that one swipe of a broom and through such a small crack too. I sneezed three times. "This is going to be a v-v-" I though I was going to sneeze again but it never came. "Very. Long. Day." And then the sneeze that I thought had gone away, came.

~*~

I had stopped sneezing about ten minutes after the whole dust incident had gone on. It had been annoying, ten minutes of sneezing. Damn allergies, I'd almost forgotten about them, no dust or pollen had been around me in quite awhile. The thing that made everything even worse was thae fact that there was nothing I could take to help my allergies either. I had forgotten to pack my medicine when I put my things in the bag. It was almost seven o'clock when I tried again. I had gathered the energy I had from before and was quite shocked when it worked and I was practically sailing through the hole. "Aah! I wasn't expecting that one..." I took hold of either side of the floor of the deck above where I had been trapped the entire day. I pushed myself up and out of the hole and slammed the door shut, I really didn't care if anyone heard me. "I am never doing this again!"

"Miss Caprietto..." I heard a familiar voice say from behind me.

"Wha--" I spun on the ball of my foot, "Will!" I paused, "Wait...Will?" I questioned.

Will nodded, "Yes?"

"Will!" I ran to the familiar face. "Ohmygod! I'm never ever doing that again!"

"Why? Not as fun as you though it was going to be?"

"W-Whhhooo was sweeping earlier?"

"That would be me, why?"

"Dammit, Will!"

"What?"

"I was below decks! I had just gotten the stupid door to move the most I had all day. Then you went off and wwwhhhssshh," I made a motion with my hands, swinging from one side to the other, as if to demonstrate the act of the dust falling down, "You swept a whole tone of stupid dust in the crack. You made me sneeze and loose everything I'd finally gotten. You know I have allergies..."

"Yes...However, I didn't know that you were trapped there. Though I do know why."

"Why, then?" I said, quite curious as to what had trapped me there all day.

Will shrugged and said simply, "When you've got a ship full of men, the ones that don't have much work at the moment stand where they will. You happened to be in one of the places most of them stand..."

"Most of them? Only one of me could fit on that square of wood to block anyone from getting anywhere! And you know I'm smaller than practically all of them!"

Will chuckled. "I mean, many men choose to stand there at times."

"Oh." I said and started rocking back and forth from my heels to the balls of my feet and back again. "So..."

"Do you wish to meet the captain?"

I nodded, "Of course." At that precise moment of almost complete silence, my stomach growled. "Eheh...Well...maybe after I eat something.."

Will nodded, noticing that the way she moved her head and hands as she spoke and the way she said what she had, how much resemblance she had to him. Shocking really, and quite odd to be completely true. "Follow me." And I did just that.

~*~

After I got some food in my stomach, and drink down my throat, I found Will standing just outside the room and nodded to him. Saying I was ready to meet the Captain. He smiled at me, though I wasn't sure why. "So..." I asked as we walked along. "Why are you here?"

"Ah...Well, I figured you'd decide to go off last night and I decided I'd surprise you." He teased me.

I was perfectly serious as I asked, "How'd you know?"

Will looked at me, serious now as well, "The tears...the look in your eyes."

"But what about Elizabeth?"

There she goes again...Sounding like him... Will thought. "Ahh...Elizabeth,"

"Someone call for me?" Elizabeth emerged from a room somewhere, I didn't quite see where exactly.

"Oh, I see, it was an agreement...an arrangement, wasn't it?" I asked.

"You could say that." Elizabeth smiled.

"But really, Will...why'd you come?"

"I...I couldn't let you go off alone...I had to watch over you. Your like..." He paused, searching for the right words, finally deciding on, "The little sister I never had."

I put a hand on my hip, "I am only a year younger than you, Will! I'm not that young!"

Will chuckled and Elizabeth giggled, both from the young one's innocence...or ignorance, they weren't sure which it was. "You're still younger than me, are you not, Bri?"

I pointed at him with a look of "I told you so" on my face. He grinned at that, "Did I say Bri?" I nodded. "Well, sorry about that, what I meant to say was Briana." He smirked at the look on my face.

"Fine by me, William." I said, knowing he hated being called William.

"Here you are." He said, stopping just before a door marked "Captain Jack Sparrow". I sighed and glanced at him, "Not coming with?" I asked, just before adding, "Dear brother?"

Will smiled slightly, "No...I'll be here," He pointed to where he and Elizabeth stood. "But I'm going to let you meet him...on your own." I shrugged and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" Came the slurred question.

Two simple words...yet they come so slurred... I thought before speaking, "Briana. I...Well, if you allow me entrance, I'll explain."

"Fine, fine, do as you will."

I frowned but shrugged and opened the door. I entered the room and closed the door behind me, Will giving me one last look: A simple raise and fall of the eyebrows. Before the door was closed completely, I quickly stuck my tongue out at him. I turned around and leaned against the door. "Um, Mister Captain Sparrow, sir..."

"Call me Captain Jack Sparrow...or Captain Sparrow, Captain Jack...I don't give a damn, just include a Captain in there and pick a seat, luv." He sounded more drunk now than he had mere seconds ago.

I looked around the room seeing only one other chair in the entire room and a small cot-like bed, though it was a bit bigger than a cot, more like a twin-sized cot or something. "Well, as there's only the bed, the floor, or the only other chair in the entire room, I'll go ahead take to the chair." I said, moving the chair from it's current position in the corner, to in front of where Jack sat.

"Now, what's the need, luv? No...wait, who are you?"

"My name is Briana Nichole Caprietto and--"

Jack sat up a bit straighter and seemed to already be a bit more sober. "Caprietto?"

"Um...yes...Captain Sparrow, um...why?"

"Just checking." He said lazily, sitting back just as lazily in the chair.

"Anyway, if you don't mind, um...I-I'd rather be referred to as Alexia...a- anyway, I...I'm kind of a stow away but..Iii hope you don't mind." With her last five words, her accent sounded much more like Jack's.

"Why?"

I was confused. "Um...Why what, Captain?"

"Why'd ye stow away...and my ship of all of 'em there?"

"Well...Yours because of...well, I mean...it's the Black Pearl....it's legendary..." I paused and decided to try and boost his ego a bit, "And...I mean, come on, it was...by far, the best of all to stow away on." I wasn't truly lying to him, there was only one other that I'd considered, but the Pearl stood out to me the most.

My ego-boosting comment seemed to do it's job. He straightened a little bit, "Well...tha' explains why you chose the Pearl...makes perfect sense...but why'd ye stow away in the first place?"

I hesitated and shifted before answering this question. "Well...to be honest...the only relative that I know that I've got still alive...I hate her...stupid Aunt Cecillia..." I muttered the last bit to myself but I think he heard too. "Well, obviously, I had to get away from her. Part of me didn't want to leave though...that was because of Will..."

"Turner?"

I nodded, "Yes. I'd lived with him and Elizabeth for the few months that I didn't know of my aunt...I worked for him...ran errands mostly, delivered things...I did whatever he wished me to do, it wasn't like I had anything to back me up with if that job fell through. So...I decided to tell him, right? That didn't go like I'd planned. I thought that I'd just...ya know, tell him, turn, leave, and get on the ship of choice...went a lot differently." I paused, "Anyway...point is, I needed to get away from Port Royale. I don't know much about my parents, but I know they were both pirates...the sea just...called to me."

"For bein' a pirate's daughter ye sure don't sound like one."

"I wasn't raised by 'em. I was raised, mostly on my own, till I was fourteen, for a few months that was done by Will and 'Liz....then I found my bloody Aunt Cecillia...bleeding woman, always trying to force me into dresses...and they were strange, weird ones, you know, the fluffy, frilly, lacy things that scare girls like me. Sure, if the dress is low-cut and tight enough I'll wear it...Don't get me wrong, you'll never see me in a corset, I'm not saying cut-me-circulation-off tight...ya know?"

"Do ye ever breathe, lass?"

"Sometimes..." I smirked, "So...d'ya mind me stayin' 'ere and all?"

Jack seemed to be mulling it all over in his mind. "Do ye drink rum?"

I shrugged, "I'm really not sure...never had it."

Jack looked absolutely shocked and quickly sat up and handed me the bottle that was in his hand, "Ye try it, say what ye will abou ' it, then I'll tell ya if you'll be stayin ' on the Pearl." He nodded a bit.

I scratched the bridge my nose before taking the rum bottle. I looked at it for a moment, glanced up at Jack, who had a look that said "Go on." I shrugged and took a swig.

"So? What'd ye think?"

I frowned and tilted my head to the side. I did as I thought I should so I could give him an answer and took another swig. I thought for a moment and nodded, "Not bad."

Jack grinned, "Alright, then. Ye'll be stayin ' on me ship, mate."

"Mate? I'm not a friend, and...I'm no pirate, and far as I can say, not a member of the ship...am I?"

Jack shook his head, "No, no you're not part of the ship, luv, but I'm the Cap'n and I'll call you whatever I bloody well want, savvy?"

I nodded and stood, getting ready to leave. Just as I reached the door I gasped and turned on the ball of my foot, "Oh!"

Jack paused in his rum drinking, bottle to his lips, watching me.

"I almost forgot...where am I to stay?"

He set the bottle down. "Right...Hmm..." He made one of the hand gestures that he made so often, "I'm thinkin' you'll 'ave to stay 'ere, luv."

"Why?"

"Because, no extra space, less you wanna go below docks."

I shook my head furiously, I wasn't stupid and I knew what that was like, there was no way I was going back down there. "No...no...here'll be fine." I smiled. This is gonna be hell. I thought as I slowly made my way over to the bed to lie down.

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A/N - Ok...so, what do you think of the first chapter? Yes..I know...cliche, right? Oh well...When you think about it, anything that's been done more than once is pretty much a cliche, isn't it? So...wouldn't that mean EVERYTHING is cliche at some point and time? Something ta think about..I guess...lol Review!