Jemma Slate is your average 17 year old girl except that she lives in a time of pirates and scallywags. Her home in Port Royal isn't as supportive of pirates as she. Her father, the secretary of treasury for the island, believes strongly that all pirates should be captured and strung from a noose. When around Jemma he liked to use the term, 'hung by the neck until dead.' But Jemma already knew what it meant for she had passed the pirates in the harbor many a time and seen the 'Pirates ye be warned' sign far too many times to forget.

Slipping into her father's old clothes and the too small red vest from when she was younger, Jemma pulled on the black knee high boots over the trousers and slipped from the house. This morning her father had found her books and journals on piracy, and punishing her severely he threw them in the rubbage dump. Sliding around the large mansion's brick corners she found the alley where the garbage was thrown. Jemma held her nose and dove in. A massive amount of leather and old paper was just up ahead and she ran, or swam, for it. Shoving the old journals into her bag she took off in search for the blacksmith, Will Turner.

Jemma and Will had been on good terms since he had arrived here many years before. Knowing he would be able to get her a sword she ran for the court and looked around. Shoving open the door she found will sharpening his own sword feverishly. "Mornin' Will." Jemma spoke. "I'm in the market for a cutlass of sorts."

Will Turner spun around. His hazel eyes looked her up and down before he hung his tanned head. "Why are you dressed like a pirate, Jemma?"

The tall brunette girl strutted around tapping a few blade tips with her finger until she found one she liked and picked it up. "No reason in particular. I just thought I would wear some of my father's old clothing so I could get around more easily and as for the sword it's for my father."

Will eyed her cautiously then nodded. "That one is actually the one he brought in this morning to have sharpened. If you would take it to him that would be grand."

Jemma looked deep into his hazel eyes with her deep violet ones. "I will." Will looked away. He hated when she did that. Though he loved Elizabeth he was defenseless against that look in particular. He looked up when he heard the door close and sighed before going back to work. He knew she was up to something but he wasn't quite sure what yet.

Jemma strode through town confidently but kept an eye out for her father knowing that if she was caught she would face quite a thrashing. Her mother had died when she was quite young so she never had a woman to stick up for her around her father. Though he was a good and respected man, Hugh Slate was an addict when it came to his rum. He would become violent and hit her for no reason but his own twisted ordeals. Whenever a maid would stick up for her the woman would be hit and then Jemma's suffering would increase.

Looking up, she noticed that she was a few yards from the Interceptor and standing right in front of Murtogg and Mullroy was the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow. Jemma almost passed out on the spot at the sight of his brown dreadlock braids and long coat. "Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." Murtogg was saying as she neared.

Jemma looked from Jack to the Interceptor and knew what he was planning. She had to help him! "Murtogg, Mullroy! What are you doing to bother Mr. ….?" She said drawing close to Jack. Quickly she had a small blade at the groove of his back.

Jack felt a small poke and looked down at the girl who gave a small nod. He grinned foolishly until she poked him again and he stopped. "Smith! Jack Smith."

"Yes, Mr. Smith. Didn't you boys know he was sent here by our newly promoted Commodore Norrington? The Commodore had left something on the ship and sent Mr. Smith here to retrieve it for him." Jemma finished and raised her chin at the two men.

Mullroy looked at her confused but nodded. "If you say so Miss Slate. May I ask why you are dressed in this manor?"

"Father sent me out on some errands but figured I would be more comfortable in his old clothing. As for the sword. I picked it up from the blacksmith's a little bit ago. Will Tuner," Jemma felt Jack tense up but continued, "Is the best at sharpening sword and working with them. Now if you would be so good as to turn away. This item is not for the eyes of guards as yourself." She added the remark at the end to sting for their disrespectful attitudes towards the famous Captain.

Without question they both turned and faced away as Jemma retracted her blade. Jack nodded, "Thanks, luv."

Just as he began feeling out the wheel something fell from the castle walls and Commodore Norrington shouted, "Elizabeth!" Jemma's eyes narrowed and hatred rolled off her in waves. Jack sensed this but saw the girl sinking deeper.

"Are you going to get her or should I?" At this point Murtogg and Mullroy had joined them at this point.

"I would greatly prefer she rot at the bottom of the god forsaken ocean!" She growled through gritted teeth.

"Alright then, luv. I shall go after her." Jack removed his effects and threw them at the two men. "Hold these." As he went to dive into the water a pulse sent the waves in motion and the boat shook Jack into the water, knocking his head on the side as he went.

Jemma screamed and dove in after him, kicking her boots off as she went. Rising again she threw her things onto the ship and dove after Jack. Elizabeth was almost to the bottom and Jemma hated seeing her floating there helplessly so she swan over and cut off the outer dress before hauling her to the surface and going back for the Captain. Once both were on the dock Jemma cut off the corset and pocketed the medallion. Jack opened his eyes in time to see her do this. Standing he watched the navy surround them and Jemma replace her things.

"Commodore," she nodded and squeezed out her hair.

"Miss Slate! Why in God's teeth are you all wet and dressed like that!" Norrington gasped.

Rolling her eyes she looked into his brown eyes. Norrington froze and straightened up some. "I was saving Miss Swann's life and as for why I'm dressed this way it is none of your business."

"Your Father would like to hear of this," Governor Swann said picking his daughter up. "Where is he?"

"Most likely in that bar pretending to work while he drinks all the rum." She responded to Elizabeth's glare with her own. "Now you should take that," she pointed to Elizabeth, "home before it gives any of us some disease or worse yet, fleas!"

Jack stifled a laugh and went to take his things but the guns were pointed at him. At that moment Jemma cut a rope and a crate landed on the deck between them and the navy. Jemma grabbed his things but lost her scarf in the chaos. She grabbed Jack's hand and ran. She ran to the blacksmith's and prayed Will was not there. Luckily, he wasn't.

Jemma quickly fasted Jack's cutlass to him and shoved his hat onto his head before digging through Will's spare box of cloth that he used to polish the blades. A bottle hit the floor and they spun around to see Mr. Brown passed out a rum bottle at his feet. The girl walked over and spit at him, "Despicable drunk." She hissed.