Rayne sat in front of her small vanity mirror, slowly stroking her long brown hair with her brush, and singing a familiar tune to herself. She couldn't help but look back every so often to steal a glimpse of her late mother's painting. She looked just like her, or so people said. They both had nicely tanned skin, average height, nicely shaped cheekbones and a smile that could melt any man's heart. The thing that differed between the two was their personalities. Rayne's mother had been a real wild child, Rayne had a little wildness in her but was more reserved.

"Ready to go?" Elizabeth Swann peeped into Rayne's room.

"Yeah, just a bit more powder..." Rayne cringed as she powdered her nose, the powder always poofed all over her.

Elizabeth giggled. Rayne shrugged and smiled. Ever since her parents' deaths, Rayne and Elizabeth had been sent to their Uncle Gretfield's estate to live with his family. Rayne liked it in Port Royal, although it got dull once in a while.Tonight wasn't one of those nights. They were to attend a grand masquerade ball at the new governor's mansion.

"Rayne?" Uncle Gretfield, Francois, appeared at the door.

"Oh hi Uncle...I was just going..." Rayne put away her powder and fixed her mask, she stifled a laughter when she turned to see him.

Mr. Gretfield had on a very amusing costume. It resembled a jester's costume, it was red and gold, and there was even a hat with bells on its tips. He wore red tights and black shoes. Elizabeth was dressed in a beautiful, long pink gown that resembled a fairy's dress. She had on a pink silk mask that covered her eyes. Rayne had one a black and white striped dress that was puffy at the bottom and tight on the top, it was sleeveless and showed off her slender arms.

Rayne had on a black, silky mask that also only covered her honey-brown eyes and stood up, "I'm ready."

"Good good..." Francois clapped his hands together, "The carriages are ready."

They made their ways down the long narrow hallways whose walls were full of paintings of Francois' predescesors.

"Look!" Elizabeth pointed to a giant rock on the other side of the port as they walked out of the mansion.

"What?" Rayne looked around but saw nothing. They both got into their carriage while Francois went into his with his wife, daughter,Lorraine, and son, Jacob.

"You didn't see that?" Elizabeth gasped as the carriage was set into motion.

"No, are you all right?" Rayne patted Elizabeth's forehead.

"It was a flash of green light!" Elizabeth smiled broadly.

"Congratulations, you've just lost your mind."Rayne chuckled.

"Will..." Elizabeth sighed.

"Oh no..." Rayne knew what Elizabeth was thinking, "But it's been only a year!"

"Something's wrong..." Elizabeth clutched Rayne's hand and her smile faded away.

They arrived at the ball. There were many old rich aristrocrats around along with their wives and children.

"It'll be all right, Lizzy." Rayne comforted Elizabeth.

They both moved around the Great Hall, careful to steer away from any creeps that were eyeing them.

"Bounjour, Madamoiselle, Care for a dance?" A young man took Rayne's hand and kissed it.

Rayne looked at Elizabeth with pleading eyes before she was taken to the dance floor by the young man. Elizabeth let out a yelp and everyone turned to see what had happened. The rest of the night was uneventful and when they left the Ball and got home, they fell asleep instantly.

The next day came by quickly. Elizabeth spent the day cooped up in her room.

Rayne tapped Elizabeth's mahogany door and stepped in quietly.

"Good morning, Lizzy."

"Rayne...where are you off to?" Elizabeth noted Rayne's street attire, a long army-green dress that covered her black boots. "I thought Henrietta threw those away?"

"She did, but they're not going away THAT easily." Rayne smiled, "Are you gonna need anything from the market?"

"Um not that I know of, but if you can, I'd really appreciate it if you bring me back one of those taffies?"

"All right then, off I go!" Rayne walked out of the house and into the busy streets of Port Royal.

While she was walking around the market, she noticed that a certain barrel kept popping about everywhere she went. It was twice that she "accidentally" kicked it or let something fall on it. She swore she heard someone say Ugh! By the time she was going back home, she was fed up with the person following her in the barrel that she turned into Will's abandoned Blacksmith shop. The barrel rolled into the place just before the door slammed shut.

"Come out of there already!" Rayne shouted.

The barrel stood motionless. Rayne looked around, seeing no one was there, she grabbed a sword that was laying around the floor and approached the barrel cautiously. She quickly stepped back as someone emerged from the barrel.

"Aye, love, no need for roughhousing." a man stood up in front of her and brushed himself off. He reached into the barrel and took out his hat, putting it on afterwards.

"Jack Sparrow!" Rayne squinted at him.

"Yer right!" Jack pushed away Rayne's sword, which was still pointed at him, "but it's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow."

"Stay where you are, you may have saved Turner's life, but I still don't trust you!" Rayne raised her sword again.

"Listen, I don't want to harm you----"

"Harm ME? Please, Mr. Sparrow, I wouldn't want to harm YOU. Why've you been following me?" Rayne laughed.

"You know where Elizabeth resides and that's why I have been "following" you." Jack smirked at Rayne's efforts to be fearless.

"Oh well in that case," Rayne sarcastically said.

"Come on Penny...put it down...I don't trust women with swords..." Jack's hands flopped back and forth as he approached Rayne.

"Ohhhhh so YOU do remember?!" Rayne stepped back.

"Anamaria's crew, of course!" Sparrow stopped.

Rayne nearly dropped her sword and Jack smiled his toothy grin and raised his eyebrow, "Thought ol' Jackie wouldn't remember eh?"

"It's been a while..." Rayne spoke softly.

"Sorry fer havin' stolen yer ship an' everything...but it's survival of the fittest...and women don't really fit into the Pirate gang." Jack laughed.

Rayne glared at him and slashed at him. Jack nearly got cut on his ribs. He quickly took out his own sword and began clashing swords with Rayne.

"I remember you..." Jack said through the sounds of the swords hitting each other, "...you were Anamaria's confidante..."

"I...was...in charge of the boat...you stole Sparrow!" Rayne lashed at him, "It's your fault I was dismissed!"

"Aye, I said I was sorry!" Jack pouted and fell.

Rayne took advantage of the situation and quickly brought her sword under Jack's hat and put it on her own head.

"You ARE very pathetic." Rayne smiled.