Prologue

I sailed during the time the East India Trading Company, tried to take pirates out. They soon realised we weren't going down without a fight.

My name is Chrysogon Ravenhill. Yes, I'm a girl. Yes, I be a pirate. I was taken in by the pirate Lombard. No, not Henry Morgan or Blackbeard or Jack Sparrow. Though I've heard many a story of dear Captain Jack. You be wondering why I'm a pirate? I'll tell you.

Flashback

Port Royal was under attack by pirates, again. While everyone was running from the docks, twelve-year-old Chrysogon was running towards them; she was looking for a certain ship, the Black Hunter. She stopped a pirate.

"Oi! You!" she called to him.

"Me?" the pirate asked, pointing to himself. Chrysogon rolled her eyes.

"Yes, do you sail on the Black Hunter?" she asked him.

"Yeah. What would a girl like ye, be wanting with the Hunter?" he asked suspiciously.

"I know Captain Lombard," she said. "Where's the Hunter?"

"Down there," he said pointing.

"Thanks," she said running down to where the pirate had pointed. Members of the Company and Navy were running by her, ignoring her. This is too easy, she thought. She came to the ship; she walked to the gangplank, there was pirate guarding it.

"What do you want, girl?" he asked.

"I'm 'ere to see the captain of your ship," Chrysogon said calmly.

"What's your name?" he asked, looking her over.

"Jus' tell 'im I'm Wesley Ravenhill's sister," Chrysogon said, not revealing her name. The man just sighed and yelled at a pirate on the ship. He came down.

"Yes?"

"Johnson, tell Captain Lombard, that Wesley Ravenhill's sister is here to see him," the man instructed.

"Aye." Chrysogon waited patiently. Finally, she steps coming down the gangplank.

"What's this I here about Ravenhill's sister bein' here?" the man asked. Chrysogon was strongly reminded of Captain Barbossa, and she only saw him once. Before the pirates could speak, she spoke.

"I am here, Captain. May I speak to you? Alone," Chrysogon asked extending her hand. Lombard shook it. He nodded; he lead her up the gangway and into his quarters.

"How do I know you be Wesley's sister. In fact, you look older than he said you would be," Lombard asked looking her over.

"I'm tall for my age. I am twelve," Chrysogon explained, feeling it was her height that was causing him distrust.

"What be your name, girl?" Lombard asked suspiciously.

He must know my name is rather odd, she thought. "Chrys. Short for Chrysogon. Chrysogon Ravenhill."

"Would you like to be part of our crew, Miss Ravenhill?" Lombard asked her. Now that she was in somewhat better light, of course she was Wesley's sister. Same metallic grey eyes, same raven black hair.

"All right. But on one condition," Chrys said carefully.

"What condition would that be, Miss Ravenhill?" Lombard asked, eyeing her.

"That I start tomorrow. And call me Chrys," Chrys said.

"You'll need yer own quarters, Chrys. What with being a girl and all," Lombard said. "Mr. Dunn!" The man who was guarding the gangway came in.

"Yes, Cap'n?"

"Show Miss Ravenhill to her quarters. Anywhere where a hammock can be hung and where she'll have some space to move," Lombard told him.

"Aye, Cap'n. If you'll follow me, Miss," Dunn said nodding.

"Thanks, Captain," Chrys said as she left the cabin.

End Flashback

And that's how I became a pirate. That was four years ago. Now, we pirates got wind that the East India Trading Company was trying to rid the pirates. So, because I lived in Port Royal most of my life, I was the "snitch." I was thirteen, when I got back. I just told everyone pirates had captured me, took me to Tortuga, left me there, and finally I managed to get a "passage" back. I told my mum what had really happened. The governor's daughter, Elizabeth Swann, sorta became my friend, even though she's four years older than me. I remember the day Norrington became Commodore, I'll bet Elizabeth does too.

Flashback

(A/N: Last one, I swear.)

Chrys wasn't at the fort like all the high-order people, though she was confident Elizabeth didn't want to be there. Poor Elizabeth, she mused, Stuck in that extremely tight corset. Chrys had seen Elizabeth earlier, and her father had given her a new dress. Unfortunately, poor Elizabeth could hardly breath in it. She saw Jack Sparrow attempting to get on the Interceptor. Just then she heard a splash, followed by shouts. It looked like poor Elizabeth had finally fainted. She saw Jack dive in. She noticed a ripple go across the sea. Oh, no, she thought, Elizabeth must have the medallion, instead of Will. Well, looks like the Black Pearl'll be here tonight, she thought miserably, I must warn the– what in bloody hell am I doing? I am a pirate! Just then Jack emerged with Elizabeth. The Navy surrounded her and Jack, Jack threatened her (I hope Will does not get wind of that, she thought as she ran to the dock), she saw Jack point his pistol at Elizabeth; the chain between his handcuffs around her neck, now she was close enough to hear his words.

"Gentlemen, milady, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow." As he finished his words he pushed Elizabeth forward to Commodore Norrington, and make his escape.

"Now will you shoot him?" she heard Governor Swann ask.

"Open fire!" she heard Norrington yell.

She faintly heard Jack yell, "Hey!" once the guns started firing. She shook her head in disbelief.

LATER

Chrys heard Captain Jack had been arrested. Apparently, Mr. Brown knocked him out cold. Chrys went to ask Will about it, it seems he did all the fighting and while Jack was saying something to Will, Mr. Brown woke up. Anyway, it was night now and she was waiting for the Pearl to show. Finally, she heard cannons. She snuck out of her house and ran to the blacksmith's shop. She knocked on the door. Will answered it.

"Miss Ravenhill!" he exclaimed, as he let her in. He always called her 'Miss Ravenhill' when he answered in case anyone walked by. He wasn't surprised at her being here, Chrys usually visited him or Elizabeth, due to her mother being quite gloomy since her father and brother left, and it drove Chrys crazy. She stepped in.

"What brings you here tonight, Chrys?" he asked, as he went back to work.

"Mother's opened Father's liquor cabinet. She is not a nice drunk. She's rather quite mean," Chrys said as she removed her cloak. Will noticed she was dressed as a boy, but didn't say anything. He figured she dressed like that due to the lateness of the hour, so she could get home easily. She better not let her mother see her, she looks just like her brother. Especially in his old clothes, Will thought looking at her. He heard screaming, and cannon fire. He looked out the door, and saw pirates. He picked up his axe.

"Stay here," he said as he went out the door.

"Watch me," Chrys said as she picked up two of Will's swords, following him out, and grabbing her cloak. Will looked around and immediately saw a pirate harassing a woman, he threw his axe; the pirate fell over, dead.

"Whatever you do, do not mention my name," Chrys said as she ran after a couple of pirates.

"What? Why? Chr–" he stopped himself. He watched her fight. She shoved her sword in them like it was nothing, and pulled her sword out just as easily.

"Where'd you learn to fight?" he yelled to her.

"I was in Tortuga for six months. Despite the fighting, there is not much to do there for a twelve going on thirteen year old girl. I found someone to teach me how to fight," Chrys explained as she fought. Will saw pirates go by with Elizabeth.

"Will!" she said.

"Elizabeth!"

"Will, lookout!" Chrys shouted.

He turned to fight the pirate. Then he turned to face the pirate he killed earlier. Chrys watched as a bewildered look came to his face. The pirate held a bomb. He dropped it, no kaboom. A pirate came behind Will and knocked him out. Chrys fought well into the night.

Chrys woke to light. She opened her eyes, Will was standing over her.

"Captain, we have a stowaway!" Will called out. He helped Chrys up. Jack came over.

"I ain't no stowaway and you know it," Chrys said grumpily.

"Who are you?" Jack asked.

"Chrys Ravenhill."

"Ah, so you'll be Wesley's sister, then," Jack said.

"That I am. Are you going to Tortuga?" Chrys asked. Then she laughed at Will's confused expression.

"What is going on here?" he asked. "How do you know Wesley?"

"I'm a pirate, Will," Chrys said slowly.

"No," he said.

"Captain Lombard and his crew didn't capture me. I joined the crew, looking for my brother and father. They're pirates, too." Chrys explained.

"But you're only thirteen," Will said.

"Her brother's one of the best," Jack said.

"Just 'cause he commandeered a ship when he was eighteen on his own," Chrys retorted.

"Just stating facts, love," Jack said shrugging his shoulders.

"So you've been lying to me and Elizabeth all along?" Will asked.

"No, my mother is miserable. My job was to see what the East India Trading Company was up to," Chrys explained.

"What kill pirates? They deserve it," Will said.

"What I deserve to die? What about Jack? He saved Elizabeth's life and now you've enlisted in his help. To save her. You've even helped him commandeer a ship!" Chrys practically yelled. Will turned to Jack. He asked him something, something Chrys couldn't hear. But she heard Jack as she followed them.

"I swear, you look just like him," she heard Jack say.

"It's not true. He was a merchant sailor. A good respectable man who obeyed the law," Will said.

"Pirate," Chrys said dully. Will didn't say anything, Jack turned from the helm.

"He was a bloody pirate. A scallywag," Jack said.

"My father was not a pirate," Will said drawing his sword.

"Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again," Jack said not even looking at him.

"You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you," Will said. Chrys sighed, this could turn ugly.

"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then is it? These are the only rules that matter. What a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. Pirate is in your blood boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, go and see if you can beat a little girl in a fair fight," Jack said.

"I can't fight Chrys," Will said, "she's just a girl."

"What, afraid I'll beat you, Will? You saw me fight yesterday, you know I can," Chrys taunted. Will turned to look at her. She was actually having fun.

"Are you really mine and Elizabeth's friend?" Will asked her drawing his sword.

"Yes, Will. You and Elizabeth are like my family. If I didn't have to report to Lombard, I'd stay to make sure Jack does no harm. Are we ready then?" Chrys said as she unsheathed her sword. Will recognised it.

"Hey! You stole that!" Will exclaimed.

"Technically I borrowed it without permission. Will, may I have permission to use this sword which you made, so I may live to see fourteen?" Chrys asked courteously.

"Yes, you may, Miss Ravenhill," Will replied. Chrys stuck out her tongue.

"Hey, I never gave you permission to call me that!" Chrys said angrily.

Will shrugged his shoulders, "Since we were being formal I figured I should call you that." Chrys rolled her eyes. "Ready?" Will asked.

"Aye." They began to fight. Will was not fighting his best at first. Will soon realised Chrys was strong and could fight very well. Unlike Jack, she didn't cheat. In fact, Will was surprised. She was a formidable opponent. The fight continued for ten minutes. Jack stared in interest at the girl.

"Oi! Who taught you to fight, girl?" Jack called.

"Not now Jack!" Chrys said not even looking at Jack. She was concentrating. Finally, she had Will disarmed.

"Yes!" Chrys said in triumph. Jack was laughing his head off at Will.

"A thirteen-year-old girl beat me," Will said in disbelief. "Stop laughing!"

"Sorry, mate, but it is funny. She is what, four years younger? Where'd you learn to fight?" Jack asked.

"Someone in Tortuga taught me, I can't remember their name though," Chrys said.

"So, Chrys, how did you get on here without anyone noticing?" Will asked her.

"It was quite easy, actually. I told the dimwits that it was too busy on the public docks, and I wanted time by myself, and I asked if I could sit on the dock," Chrys explained.

"And they let you?" Will asked incredulously.

"After I swore on the Bible about a 'undred times I would not touch the Interceptor. When they weren't looking I snuck on the ship."

For the rest of the trip, they hardly talked. Chrys suspected Will was still surprised she beat him. When they reached Tortuga, it was night. As usual, Tortuga was a riot. Chrys and Will followed Jack. Jack was telling Will about Tortuga when a woman heard him and came up to him.

"Scarlett!" Jack exclaimed. She slapped him and turned away.

"Not sure I deserved that," he turned around. "Giselle!"

"Who was she?" Giselle asked.

"What?" Jack asked confused. Giselle slapped him. "I may have deserved that."

Jack led them somewhere Chrys didn't recognise. There was a man sleeping there. Jack threw a bucket of water on him to wake him up. He immediately woke up.

"Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot," recognition came over his face. "Mother's love! Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. It's bad luck."

"Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking," Jack said. Chrys tried to follow along, but got confused, Will was just as confused. The man was considering what Jack had said.

"Aye, that'll about do it," the man said. Jack pulled him to his feet. Will threw a second bucket of water on him.

"Blast! I'm already awake!" the man said angrily.

"That was for the smell," Will said. Jack looked at him, Will turned to look at him, and they both looked at the man. He looked like he was going to say something, but just nodded.

Chrys looked around the pub they were in. Jack walked by with a couple of drinks.

"Keep a sharp eye," he said to Will. Chrys listened to Jack's conversation.

"The boy is Bootstrap's child, his only child," Jack said.

The man nodded, "Who's the girl, then?"

"Ah. She's Wesley Ravenhill's little sister."

"Is coming with us?"

"No. She sails under Captain Lombard's command. She just stowed away on the ship." Jack explained.

The bartender was motioning to her, "Sorry, I have to go, Will. And don't tell Elizabeth what I really am. I'd like to tell her." Will nodded to her.

"See you soon," Will said as she left.

"You never know," Chrys said waving.

"Your ship's made port," the bartender said.

"Thanks."

End Flashback

There you go that's how I met Captain Jack, Will Turner, and Elizabeth Swann. But it was not the last time I would see them. I am sixteen years old now. I have beaten my brother's record. I commandeered a ship, a few months ago. When I heard Jack had been claimed by the sea, I set sail for Tia Dalma's hut. I left my ship, the Noir Corbeau (French for the Black Raven,) in command of my first mate, who is, ironically, my father. I was originally supposed to sail to Singapore with them, but we figured since Jones lived, Norrington must have taken the heart and now the Company has it. Now I am back in Port Royal, waiting to see what Lord Beckett is up to.

My name is Captain Chrys Ravenhill, and this is my story.

Author: What do you think? Should I write more? Please review. I pronounce Chrysogon like this Chris-oh-gone.

P.S. Sorry the flashback was long, I couldn't stop writing!

P.P.S. Everything is spelt the Canadian way, since I'm from Canada.

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