So, you know what they say about Mary-sues. Well, I don't know if my previous characters were, but this one will certainly seem like it. She is totally different from my other OCs. I thought this was good, and hey, why not try it out and see how it goes? I know there are a few girl-as-thief stories but you'll be surprised at her character. You will an absolute surpirse as you read to the end.

And you'll be like 'What the hell, I didn't see it coming!' I don't know if you'll like it but... oh well.

Disclaimer: Do not own anything from POTC.

Chapter one. Innocence

She was very pretty, and it added an advantage to her seducing before stealing. It was not harmful, with the exception of the harm done to the rich people's wallet. Nonetheless, she did not hurt anyone if there was no need, she only did it to survive. It was better than prostitution, at least.

She slipped a hand into the gentleman's pocket and slipped the gold watch into her own. Then, giving him a mysterious smile, she walked away from him. As she went into the streets, she took it out and studied it closely. It looked expensive, it should sell for quite a lot. She gathered all those she stole and sold them in a pawn shop. Pocketing them in her wallet, she went back to her own house. She stored the money into her box and went out once again.

On the way, she saw a man stealing a gold necklace and going onto a ship. She glanced at its name. The Black Pearl. Hesitantly, she followed him into the ship. She stole into the cabin without being seen and inspected the goods. She snatched a gold ring from the table and made to walk away. As she was about to go, she felt a cool metal blade press against her neck.

"Stealin? Think ye can go so easily?" A rough male voice asked. The girl slapped herself on the forehead mentally. Screw her for being so careless. She kept her cool. "I was just wondering... you know, is this gold real?" She pulled out the ring she had stolen a while ago, twirling it on her finger. She also kept her playful, feminine voice, unlike the usual strong one she acted with. The ring was snatched away from her. "Ye be a lass?" The voice asked again, not so rough this time.

"Of course, do I sound like a man to you?" She asked innocently. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smirk. "What be yer name?" He asked. She looked up at him for the first time. "Angelique." She answered. His eyebrow shot up. "You certainly are, love. Yer last name?" He questioned. Hurt flashed across his eyes and the playfullness had gone away. "I do not have one." She replied quietly, almost regretfully. He laughed and thought she was ridiculous. However, he did not press. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, sorry for the lack of introduction." She felt the blade leave her neck and she practically flew to the end of the room, trying the doorknob.

It didn't work. She shook it, and turned back to Jack. He had put on an amused face and was watching her with this expression. "Now, love. You don't I would have let ye go so easily, right?" SHe stared at him and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "What do you want now?"

"Strip." He said simply. His expression was so easy to read, even she could read it. Excitement, amusement and cockiness. Her eyes widened, enhancing her look as an young angel. "Well, love, as angelic you look, I don't trust you. You stole from me, after all." His grin widened. She didn't respond to his demand. "Do you want me to do it for you, love?" He asked, faking to go forward. She immediately reached for the lace of her dress. She untied it and pushed the shoulders of her sleeves down. She just let it fall and stepped out of it. He scowled as he saw her bodice, and she looked at him innocently.

He went forward and searched her for any stolen items. He ran his hands over her body, feeling her everywhere. He was unable to hide the look of pleasure he had plastered on his face. She kept her head down, flushing with embarrassment. He stepped away, seemingly to have finished his search. "Are you done?" She asked. He held up a finger as 'no'. Once again stepping towards her, he put a hand behind her head and yanked the pins out of her hair. She winced at the pull. He let the curls trail down her back, hanging past her waist.

Smirking, he stpped away, holding up her hair 'ornament', a small dagger. She scowled, but quickly replaced that with an innocent smile. He smiled. "I somehow think that you are not as innocent as you seem." He said. She tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean?" She asked playfully. He held her dagger up. "Are you insinuating that you didn't know you had a dagger hidden in your hair?" He asked sarcastically. She giggled. "Well, captain. Every girl has to have something to protect herself, don't they? Besides, you forget something." She leaned in. "I steal for a living. As innocent I may be." She leaned away, still smiling enchantingly at him. A smile spread across his face. "So what should I do to you?" He inquired. She frowned. "You already have punished me. You searched me, you caught me stealing. What else could you have done to further humiliate me?" She asked, hurt written clearly on her face.

"Where do you want to get off then?" He asked, slightly annoyed. She simply looked at him. "Port Royal?" He asked. Her eyes widened again. "No! You can't do that! They'll hang me!" She exclaimed. He laughed. "What'd ye do?" He asked her. She smiled at the memory. "I stole from the commodore after seducing him." She laughed. One corner of Jack's mouth turned up. "Can I have an experience of your tactics?" He asked. She frowned and shook her head. "Unless you have something in it for me."

"Tortuga?" He asked again. Her eyes narrrowed, for a moment he could see anger. It did not fit with her innocent face. "I wish to stay as far as possible from the place." She said in an almost whisper. "It's settled then. You'll stay with us." He said, turning away. She pulled on his arm. He turned back. "What will I have to do?" She asked him, slightly annoyed. He flashed her a smile. "It's captain. And I'll think of something." He said, pulling her up on deck. Everyone stared at her. "Who be she?" Someone asked, sizing her up. "Angelique. Think of anything she can do?"

The suggestions were obscene. Her mouth hung wider with every suggestion. "Now here, no one's to touch her." He said. She turned and smiled at him appreciatively. He couldn't help but smile back. She had a pool of serenity that was stirred up once in a while, but not often. She was pure, that was something about her. He couldn't describe the innocence in her eyes, but he knew they weren't so real. She wasn't as innocent as she seems. He couldn't understimate her.

He retreated back into the cabin and brought out a fresh set of clothes. "They'll be more confortable to be in." He said, handing them to her. She took them and changed into them in the cabin he shared with her. She wasn't happy she had to share a cabin with a man, especially one who didn't seem to have good intentions. "Sleep in my cabin, I don't trust them to keep their hands to themselves." He had said. When she asked him if he could. He grinned slyly and said 'I never said I could'. Smiling to herself at his charm, she vowed never to have them get to her. She had been to Tortuga, she knew of his reputation among women.

Oh yeah, her name's pronounced as 'angelic', not the usual pronunciation. You'll see why soon enough.