LeiaLeFey06

Title: The Secrets of The Sparrow

Genre: Drama/Romance/General

Rating: MA

Summary: A new pirate ship threatens The Pearl, a ship named The Sparrow, but the Captain of this ship is no ordinary pirate. The captain of The Sparrow is a woman fiercer than Jack Sparrow could ever dream of being and quite familiar with the witty, rum drinking Captain. She even threatens the happiness of his closest friends.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything created by Disney but Grace and Faith do belong to me. The general plot of this story in a sense is also mine but only in a sense because I cannot own anything that is a part of Pirates of the Caribbean or Disney. This is just a story I created that is called fanfiction.

Pairings: I'm not disclosing those at this time.

Author's Note: This is supposed to take place just a few months after At World's End. I know that will not immediately work into the plot and it cannot because of the new characters involved and how they have to work on the story first. Because no one knows will happen in At World's End I will assume all of that. The things from Dead Man's Chest will work their way in as the plot provides them too.

Chapter 1: Greeting The Pearl and its Captain

It was a wonderful day to be at sea. Any sea captain would say that especially Captain Grace Sparrow Turner of The Sparrow. The wind was perfect and the sea was talking in a sweet melody that it only sang in on perfect days like this. They were just days away from civilization and Port Royal where she and her crew would be posing as good law abiding merchant sailors. She knew all too well of the reputation of Admiral James Norrington. He'd hang a pirate that got within half a kilometer of the place if he could. She was a good actress. She had to be to protector her daughter.

She sat in her office going over the latest figures of supplies left on the ship when her First Mate Charles Roberson stormed it.

"Captain, we have a situation," he said as he started to pace.

"Well, damn it, Charles! Stop pacing and spit it out," she replied.

He stopped pacing and looked at her with a worried look on his face.

"By the look on your face alone, this doesn't look good. Bad news first," she said.

"That's all there is. We're coming up on The Black Pearl," he replied.

"Weren't there rumors that Barbossa is dead and Jack Sparrow is Captain again?"

"Unconfirmed rumors."

"Anamaria would know."

"Why don't you ask her, Captain? She is Faith's governess."

"I'll do that and you get back to the helm and steer the ship. Let's just hope they don't attack us until I join you."

On board The Black Pearl, Captain Jack Sparrow was enjoying the weather and a bottle of rum while on his way to Port Royal to visit his friends Will and Elizabeth with special clearance from Norrington. He kept his hands tight to the wheel of the ship and his eyes straight ahead unaware of the ship that was coming up behind them.

"JACK!" Gibbs yelled walking towards him.

"What is it Gibbs?" Jack asked.

"We've got a bit of a problem."

"A problem with The Peal? That's impossible!"

"Not with the ship, Jack. We've got company."

"Really?" Jack asked with a lopsided grin formed on his lips.

"Not that kind of company. It's The Sparrow. She's gaining on us and fast."

"Tell the crew not to run out the guns."

"What? Jack, are you crazy? Captain Turner will kill you."

"That devil woman? She won't lay a hand on me. It's Anamaria that I worry about."

"Anamaria is on that ship?"

"Yes. Well, Captain Turner might slap me mind you I did steal some of her rum. Make sure the crew knows not to attack. I want to have a peaceful talk with that crazy woman."

"I'll tell them. You're really odd, Jack. One minute the woman is a devil…the next minute she's just crazy. Which is it?"

"I 'ave no idea. I've known her since she was a baby and still haven't figured her out."

"Then I'll let you deal with her."

Grace Turner might be a mother but for once her maternal instincts weren't primary. Jack Sparrow was indeed the Captain of The Black Pearl and she had a major bone to pick with him. It just happened to do with six missing kegs of rum that he had stolen from her. She headed towards the helm of her own ship where she again met her very flustered First Mate.

"What now, Charles?" she asked.

"The Black Pearl has not ran out their guns, Captain, but instead ran up a flag of truce," he answered.

"Well, I'll be. Jack Sparrow hasn't changed a bit. Run up a flag of truce and aweigh anchor next to The Pearl. I'm going aboard to have a chat with Captain Sparrow about some missing rum."

"Captain, are you sure about this?"

"Of course, I am. Just keep Anamaria and Faith below deck. I don't need Anamaria murdering Jack and my daughter it."

"Yes, Captain."

Jack Sparrow stood silent at the helm of The Pearl wondering what Captain Grace Turner was going to do when she saw the flag of truce flying from the high black-wooden mast of The Pearl. He had let go the anchor and only waited. This time he hoped she wouldn't threaten to kill him for stealing rum again.

"JACK! JACK!" Gibbs yelled running up to him.

"Gibbs, ye don't have to yell," Jack replied.

"Yer plan worked. Captain Turner has run up a flag of truce."

"Good ole Gracie. She's always wanting to talk to Jack when the opportune moment arises."

"I just hope she doesn't try to kill ye this time."

"Me, too."

"It looks like she's about to board The Pearl and without Anamaria, Jack."

"Good. I have a better chance at coming out of this alive then. I'll go meet her. You stay here. Don't come over there until the opportune moment comes."

Jack walked in usual walk over to spot on the starboard side of The Pearl where Captain Grace Sparrow Turner stood with her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. She looked as if she wanted to kill him or at least slap him. He still wasn't sure whether or not he deserved it.

"Hello, Gracie," he said.

"Hello, Jack," she replied.