All right. I know this is the second time I've remade this story, but I recently read over it and found a load of mistakes, as well as confusion as to who was speaking. So I've fixed it. As you can tell from the length of my hiatus from this site (almost five months now), I have given up looking for the book with this story written in it. And now I know there's no way I can update this story weekly, so I'm going to say at least monthly. I've refreshed my creative juices (oh you love that word) and I'm beginning to write up the next few chapters. I've also changed up the plot a bit more.

So there you have it.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

It was the middle of the day when he saw her.

She was standing in the crow's nest, her hand shading her eyes from the bright Caribbean sun. Her skin was as dark as Anamaria's and her hair the same, fanning out in the strong wind and framing her strong features.

"Who is that?" he asked Captain Milo Shanks, a hint of awe in his voice. The old Captain chuckled.

"Why do you need to know?" he replied in an amused voice. "You've no chance with her, if that's what you're after."

Jack shrugged, grinning. This sounded like a challenge.

"We'll see. No woman can resist the charm of Captain Jack Sparrow." He watched in amazement as she swung down from the crow's nest, on a thick piece of rope, landing several yards away from Milo and Jack.

"I taught her how to do that." said Milo proudly as she walked up to them.

"We're coming up on another ship." she declared to the crew of The Estrangement.

Jack flashed what he thought was a devilishly handsome grin at her and whispered to the older captain.

"I'll bet she likes the looks of me already."

"She's not that kind of woman, Jack." warned Milo, pulling at his grey beard.

"Stop talking about me." the woman warned as she walked past the two, pointing a calloused finger at them.

"Ears as sharp as anyone's." chuckled a crew member as he walked by quickly, getting ready to hoist the sails.

Jack could feel his face burn slightly, a strange thing indeed.

"What be the ship's name?" enquired Milo.

"Darling Joan." she said happily, her face beaming as she strolled away. "That be her name."

Milo looked directly at Jack, his eyes gleaming brightly. Jack's face was contorted in deep thought, as if he was planning something.

"Try as hard as you like." Milo suggested. "It won't work."

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(One week earlier)

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"One more." roared Captain Jack Sparrow, motioning for another bottle of rum. He and his crew were all heavily inebriated, celebrating another successful defeat of a navy vessel.

Mr. Gibbs slapped the captain on the back roughly. "Tell us ano'er one, Jack." he said heartily. Jack hiccuped and giggled, sloshing his fresh bottle of rum all over himself as well as the bar. Obviously he'd had more rum than usual.

"You remember Elizabeth, don't you? Lovely lass, crazy about me," Jack slurred happily. "Hear, hear!" yelled a drunk crew member. "Ta." agreed Jack. "Well after Barbossa marooned me an' her on that island, you'll never guess what she did."

The bartender rolled his eyes as Jack told the story of how Elizabeth had gotten drunk and come on to him, complete with Jack's additional details of how he 'bed' her, ("You sly dog." congratulated a passing man.) then came up with the genius idea to signal passing ships by creating a smoke signal, heroically sacrificing his rum in the process. By the time he was half finished, a nearby group of men who were also in the bar had wandered over and begun to listen to the tale. And by the end of his long story, a rather large group had been attracted, almost everyone in the bar listening to Jack's supposedly true stories.

The bartender didn't mind. It was good for business.

"Another!" called out an interested bystander when Jack was done, raising his glass into the air insistantly.

Jack grinned happily, and he prepared to tall of his first escaped from being marooned. "One more." he said, slamming his hand on the bar.

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The ocean shifted smoothly under the hull of The Estrangement. Captain Milo Shanks had almost finished his nightly rounds. This meant he had walked around the ship and asked Dawson several times if they were going the right way. Milo was and always had been terrible at directions. He was sure that they were heading south, to Port Dominique, but he was just making sure.

"Dawson." he boomed, strolling over to his first mate. "Are we going the right way?"

Dawson laughed, rubbing his black beard lightly. "Yes. We're on track. "

Milo nodded

"Captain," called Ava, coming down from the crows nest carefully. "Don't worry. Dawson won't let us go the wrong way. He's trustworthy."

The captain blushed slightly. It was one thing to admit being bad at directions to his best friend, who already knew. He'd thought Dawson was the only one who'd known. Obviously he was wrong.

"Well, yes. Uh..." Milo struggled to think of how to change the subject. "How's Marie?"

Ava laughed. "She's fine. It's just a severe case of seasickness." Milo nodded. "She'll get her sea legs yet."

"Right. It's only been a month since she's been on the ship." Dawson said, joining the conversation. "If I remember rightly, it took Ava over a year to get her own."

Ava laughed and shoved her old friend. "I'm sure it took you a while too."

"It took him a day." Milo replied. Dawson rubbed his mustache proudly. "And I was born with sea legs."

Ava smiled and stretched her arms. She didn't doubt that her captain had spent his lifetime on the sea. "I'm going down to bed."

Milo nodded. "Say hello to Marie for me."

"I will."

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Daniel Ezra, the bartender of the Far Moon, located in Port Dominique, was bored. It was somewhere around five in the morning, and all was quiet. Everyone who had been drunk the night before was either asleep, gone, or in their inn rooms with their "company."

Daniel had never been good with idleness, and wondered why he hadn't gone back to his room for the night several hours earlier when his shift had ended. But his reasons were clear.

As he mopped the filthy bar counter with an even filthier cloth, he thought of the stories that the pirate had told. "Surely they were only ramblings." he said aloud to himself, brushing his pale blond hair from his fair face. But his mind insisted differently.

"A pirate's life must be so exciting." Daniel said, his tone dropping as he saw one customer, asleep on a table, shifting their position.

He wished to be a pirate. He knew many people did, but he felt that he needed to do this. In the spur of the moment, he made his decision, formulating a rough game plan in his head and rushing up the stairs and into his inn room.

His wife, Dorothy, was sleeping soundly in their dirty inn bed. Dorothy was a successful seamstress in this Port, making more money in a day than Daniel made in twice that time. Together they were saving up to buy a sugar plantation in the east, but for now, they lived in the inn.

Grabbing an empty sack, Daniel began filling it with his own belongings, contemplating what he was about to do. It was selfish, in a way, for him to be leaving his wife behind to go gallivanting after pirates. But on the other hand, if he joined a crew, he'd be able to earn money, more money than he'd earn at his poor job at the bar.

After some time, he finally finished. He turned back in the doorway to admire his slumbering wife. She was beautiful. Her curly red hair tumbled to her waist, beautifully set against her fair skin, her eyes as blue as a summer's night. 'She will be all right.' Daniel insisted to himself in his mind. Leaving a note on the table, he kissed his wife's forehead one last time.

With that, he ran out of his room, the inn, his former life.

Out to seek adventure, the terrible cliché that was life. Adventure was what he knew that he truly longed for. And he knew just who to go to.

Captain Jack Sparrow, the most adventurous pirate in the Spanish Main. Or so it was rumored.

A/N: Well there you have it. Chapter one. I corrected a few things. I hope you enjoyed it.