Chapter One

It has been what seemed to be since forever that she heard someone speak what she thought was English. It may have been a little old but nothing she wasn't used to even before she landed herself here taking a peak around a dune she saw a ship in the water and what seemed to be her crew waiting as a longboat made its way to shore. Seamlessly integrating herself with the bunch that looked most like herself she waited for what she guessed was the captain of the fine vessel, unknowingly to herself that by doing so was going to give her the most notice even if it wasn't at that particular moment. Taking a moment to look around she spotted something shiny on someone's coat, with a longing glance she pilfered it then swiftly tying it in her hair.

When the Captain finally made his way to shore the captain started having a conversation with his old 'crew' obviously something happened of which she wasn't privy too. Only after a few moments of separating his hallucinations from reality, did he notice there were different people amongst them.

"…at least I'll someone to talk to, who are you?" The captain, Jack as they called him said asking the tiny red head.

"Son I'm Katarina Sharp, savvy?" She said with a smirk, silver and gold glimmering in mouth. Will coughed, Jack frowned and pointed to the men behind her.

"-and them?"

"Tai Huang. These are my men."

"Where do your allegiances lie?"

"With the highest bidder"

With a grin jack only happily answers. "I have a ship."

"That makes you the highest bidder"

"Good Man. Weigh anchor, all hands, prepare to make sail!" Jack hollered reaching for his compass only to grab air. Running back to the ship he finds the tiny red head from earlier. "Lass might inquire how you came by that compass."

Katarina smirked turning around compass in hand. They slowly started to circle each anther. Any bystander would have thought that they were seeing two Jacks. A small frown graced the young ladies features before she pocketed the compass.

"You could, and a word of warning. Use my proper name and I won't gut yea where you stand." It took a second before Jack realized that he still didn't have his compass.

"But wait my compass."

"Jack Sparrow you are not this here compass till we can no longer see land, savvy" With that said she started her way below deck. "oh and nice boat-ship."

It only took Jack the sound of Barbossa's voice to realize that he needed to captain his ship and in the same respects it didn't take long for Katarina too find every nook and cranny of the ship; while she searched the captain's cabin she found a guitar similar to her own, that she left in the locker. Plucking the strings she found that it was still in tune if only a bit. Jack was on the other hand was quiet upset; Barbossa had currently a larger telescope seeing no land in sight he takes off.

"I'm only gone for an hour and you have gathered even more of my effects."

"Oh you play?" Katarina purred strumming an eerie tune bringing the attention from some off the crew. "Well It isn't my fault it was gathering dust not a good thing for such a fine instrument such as this."

"I believe you have my compass." Jack stated now irritated by her lack of compliance.

"So it seems and who may I ask is asking for said compass?" it wasn't a question that Jack heard a lot, people tended to know him or more accurately of him.

"Why I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." It seemed like hours of her looking at him before she put down the instrument.

"Jack-" A small Captain escaped his lips but she ignored it "-I'm not a fool no matter how sexy Sparrow sounds after Jack."

With that she tossed him his compass, a smirk on her lips. Jack just stared silently watching her as she moved towards the helm gripping it slightly a smile on her face; guitar forgotten at her feet. She seemed to be at home on deck on the ship that she didn't notice or rather didn't give notice to Jack, as he leaned on the railing just staring at her. Every once in a while a crew member would give a glance however anyone who would look longer than a second would be given a glance from Katarina herself. Jack had resigned himself to the main deck in what seemed to be a silent battle with Barbossa.

Most found this disturbing, as they knew what the story was behind the anxiety between the two was about. For Katarina it was just another cock fight to see who's fish was bigger. she knew there was animosity between them. Anyone with a brain could see it, it was clear as the water they sailed and just as salty. She enjoyed sailing on the Pearl, it brought her something she once thought was lost. it was more then a mast and sails.

It seemed like hours till the sun was running out fog rolled along the waters. Around the ship people where sombre and the air was stale. Katarina went back to playing the guitar; the lonely tune didn't lighten any moods. Not all the men seemed to feel the tension as they sailed. Pintel and Ragetti were happily fishing at the front of the ship; never giving mind that like the river of Styx these waters carried no fish. An hour of darkness and the faint glow of souls could be seen under the black waters bellow. The geniuses that were Pintel and Ragetti took it upon themselves to experiment and went to grab a cannonball. The saddened voice of Tia Dalma, was all that stopped them. Her hollowed voice spoke of Davey Jones.

Not stopping the strumming of her fingers Katarina listened as a young lady pleaded to one of the dead, so much despair and anguish. Katarina wasn't stupid but it was also none of her business she had already grieved for her on father. This woman needed to make peace with herself and the fact that her father wasn't going to come aboard.

"Please, I won't let you die!" Elizabeth screamed, tears streaking her face blond hair askew.

Will the young lad that he was tried to give hope only for Tia Dalma to shoot it down.

"Him at peace." She exclaimed.

When the fog lifted and the boats of the dead were no longer in view; Jack watched as the lass –no- Katarina spoke in hushed tones with Tia Dalma. He knew the haunted look in her eyes, the look of wanting, of need. He understood, for this was the look that made him seek out Tia Dalma himself. As he watched he saw as Tia reached over grasping something around Katarina's neck before letting go only to give a sharp glance towards Jack. Katarina knew Jack was watching but at the moment she was over joyed. She had a way out; she could live again.