Author's note: I started writing this story a few years ago, and I have finally decided to post what I have, and continue on with my story. I wrote this fanfic after the release of "Dead Man's Chest" so alot of the facts are incorrect. Such as the fates of Will Turner, Governor Swann, Commodore Norrington, etc. I made assumptions about what would happen in "At World's End".

I hope you enjoy my story. Im only going to upload chapters every few days, so I can have some time to try and catch up with my writing. Luckily I still have my outline for the plot. So now I just need to expand and put my thoughts into words.

Reviews are welcomed, and appreciated. I can only grow as a writer with constructive criticism.

Chapter One

"Ok ladies, let us settle down and open our books to page…."

But I couldn't hear what Madame Hortense had said. I was too busy daydreaming of better things to do, rather then sit in a stuffy, old room learning about how to win the heart of the rich suitor. *Sigh* I could, instead, be sitting by the sea, on the white sandy beach, toes buried deep, enjoying the warm breeze blowing off the water.

I was too excited when I discovered I was leaving England for Port Royal. No more smog, cold stone roads, or constant rain. Oh no, it was to be sun, sand, and the blue-green waters for me. Spending countless hours on hand with cousin Elizabeth, listening to stories of last year's adventures. But no, I had to be born a woman, and being a woman I need to learn how to be a proper lady. "Sit up straight", "Fold your hands", "Articulate those T's and D's" are among the favorite sayings of Madame. And if that weren't the only problems I faced, I was also expected to find a suitor. As it were, my nineteenth birthday was only two days away; plenty old enough to marry and bear the child of my husband.

As Madame carried on with her lesson, I continued on staring out the window that looked over the inviting ocean. Suddenly, a little monkey that I was quick to recognize perched himself on the ledge. I spun around making sure Madame and the other girls hadn't spotted Jack, at least I think that it what the sailors at the harbor call him. Anyways, I watched Jack as he jumped around, playing with a little pebble he had found. It were as if he were teasing me for being locked up in here, while he was free to roam the town as he pleased. I envied him; he had what I desired most. Freedom. Just as I was scheming a plan to get even with that little scoundrel, the wind quickly changed its course, catching Jack off guard, and knocking him off the ledge. Regrettably, I wasn't quick enough the catch the laugh that left my mouth…

"Lorelei Blythe Lirette, what pray tell do you find so funny," Madame Hortense shrieked.

"Pardon me Madame, I did not mean to interrupt" you old prat, I thought, "I finally realized the joke my father told me last night", I lied.

"Well don't interrupt me again, now was I, oh yes…"

I hated the way she said Blythe, as if it were dirty. I had received that name from my mother. Blythe, meaning free spirited, and that she was. She left my father, John, my brother, Caleb, and I when I was just a few months old. She desired more than being a common housewife, and left to satisfy her hunger. Even though I now understand the need of freedom, my father never did. He was to mend our broken hearts and fend off the spreading gossip of how the governor's wife had gone mad and fled into the world. I can't really blame her for leaving, why should I? If I had the choice, I sure wouldn't be sitting here. But I do sometimes feel a tinge of anger knowing that she left me to grow up not knowing my own mother. But growing up I was lucky. I traveled with my father, my older brother, my stepmother Catherine, and my younger stepsister Evangeline to far off places like Spain, Japan, and even Singapore. I had even spent many summers with my older cousin Elizabeth in England. That was until she moved to Port Royal when I was 7. She too has lost her mother, my mother's sister. Only she had died from giving birth to Lizzie. And because of our motherless lives, we became more like sisters. Often playing together, pretending we were explorers, discovering new and exciting places.

I trailed off into my thoughts of my childhood. Jack had regained his spot on the ledge of the window and was now looking at me as if to say, "Please come and join me, it is so wonderful out here"…But how to sneak out? It wasn't an easy feat. Not only did I have to creep to the window without Madame seeing me, I had to climb down the tree that stood beside the open window. I would need a miracle distraction to give me enough time to accomplish all that. Then, as if Jack had read my mind, he leaped into the room and started making all sorts of commotion. As the other girls screamed in fear, and Madame made an attempt to catch the little monster, I saw my opportunity to make my escape out the window. Stepping onto the window sill, I realized my attire proved to be another obstacle to overcome.

"Confound this dress", I said to myself. There was no way I would be able to climb down in the clothes I was wearing. So I summoned all the courage that I had, turned around to the chaos in the room, blew a kiss good-bye and jumped down to the ground (which was a lot farther than I anticipated) and I was free!

*****

After quickly dusting myself off, I looked back up to hear the commotion starting to die down. So with that note, I was off. Soon after I had started down the trail, Jack had rejoined me, jumping onto my shoulder accepting a free ride from me.

I let out a small laugh and thanked Jack, "What a good little monkey you are! Scaring those girls, I ought to repay you." I handed him a little treat that I had hidden in my dress and continued on my way.

As I got further down the trail I began to move more cautiously. The only way for me to get to my secret bay I often visited, I had to pass by the training grounds for the Navy. If one of the men spotted me, I would be doomed. They would surely pass me onto my father. I had already become notorious for sneaking out of class to spend my days down by the harbor, listening to recent stories of passing sailors. The safest route for me was to go behind the stables and take the old beaten path I had found on one of my random expeditions.

Jack went on ahead of me, scouting out the trail before us. If my fun was over, so was his. But just as I neared the end of last row of stalls, I heard oa cry from one of the horses. I quickly turned to see which one that was making the racket that could compromise my mission. But I should have immediately known which one it was. A young bay gelding by the name of Pegasus seemed to always spot me whenever I walked by. He was standing by his stall, tacked with the Navy's official horse gear. He looked quite handsome. Knowing that he wouldn't stop until I came over to him, I quickly darted over to his stall…

"Hush now, do you want me to get caught? Now be a good horsy and be quiet" I was about to turn and leave when he let out another high-pitched squeal. It was so startling that even Jack jumped out of his skin and grabbed onto the bottom of my skirt.

"SHHH! What do you want, I said hi, now go back to whatever horses do and leave me to my day." Once again I tried to leave, but he let out his shrilling cry. This was sure enough to make one of the officers head my way if he didn't quiet down. "I have no treats for you today, now quiet!" Again he let out a loud neigh and began to stomp his foot, "its not like you can come with me!"

Just as those words left my mouth, he quieted right down and pricked his ears up, "Oh no! I will be in enough trouble if I'm caught by myself much less with one of the Navy's horses"…he grunted as if to say "Please!!!" just like a little whining kid would. "Nope, uh uhh…no way!!"

A little short, but the next chapter will be longer. Hope you enjoyed the beginning of my story