Yay story time! Booo windows wordpad! Attempt to stick with me on this, kay? I don't own pirates but I did buy a ticket for both movies and I own the DVD of the Black Pearl-ness. Oh, and quite a few pictures of our loving Captain.

Now you lot might think what I'm about to tell you is sheer dribble. A random thought spun out from a hot summer's day at the beach, but you'd be quite wrong. A few days ago while splashing in the waves of my hometown's beach, a random assortment of bottles began floating up to the shore. They seemed strange to me, odd something was holding them all together.

Before anyone else could see them, I snatched them out of the water and quickly shoved them into my beach bag. While I was running, I could have sworn something in the air changed. The ocean seemed brighter and the air felt cleaner. This I assumed to be my own childish thoughts.

After returning home and quickly telling my parents that after I showered that I would be going to bed, I snuck the bottles out of the bag.The thing in question that had been holding all my bottles together, a red bandana, was now tied around my hair. It was covered in small flecks of dried blood and was slowly rotting, but it kept my hair back in a loose pony-tail. Gently, I opened the first bottle and placed its contents in my lap. It was slightly stuck in a bottle shape, and smelled oddly of rum.

As I unfolded the papers, words began to appear across the top. It was neat, but seemed rushed. I was almost afraid to even touch the paper resting in my hands, it seemed old and worn by years at sea. Under the light of a slowly dyeing flashlight and the moon, I began reading the handwriting scrawled across the top: Pirates of the Caribbean, By Annabell Cromwell.

When I first saw it, I laughed out loud. Did someone go to all this trouble to get a fanfiction read? Once again, I felt that change. A loud clap of thunder burst outside my window. I decided to give this story a chance...

I was born to two loving parents on the Island of Japan. My father, a British noble, and my mother, an upper class Japanese woman, raised me for the first three years of my life in Japan. When my grandparents from both sides saw me, they were a little less then surprised. Two huge hazel eyes looked up at them from under a tuft of black mangled hair. I wasn't much back then, but to them, I was the world.

I hardly remember anything from our time there, cherry blossoms here, my mother's laugh while serving my father and herself tea there. Nothing seems to be strong enough to stick. Until the day we left. As my memory started improving, the only thoughts I have to show for it are sad ones. I can remember my mother crying as my father told her he was to be placed in the new American Colonies, and that she would have to leave her home to come with him. I had never seen her cry before or since then.

The strongest memory I have, is boarding a ship and waving good-bye to faces I still cannot name. Though I don't remember who they were, I remember the pain I felt leaving the family I would never know. Slowly, my mother began to adapt to life on the sea. My father knew she missed her home, which was why when they married he hadn't forced her back to England, but this was his job. He was to over sea the building of a new settlement. That which would someday, long after I had left, would become part of the town of Port Royal.

The years after our arrival weren't much. I began to take ballet, play piano, and slowly began to be taught the ways of a lady. The last was the most difficult. From the start, I was a tomboy. The moment I was set loose, the quicker I would be found with mud tangled in my black curls and grass stained along my once clean dress. My parents protested when I back sassed anyone in Japanese or yelled out something in English that anyone could understand.

But by the age of nine I had improved, to both my parents delight. I began to talk, dress, eat, and all around act like a proper lady. They even found me a proper young man to be married with, though he seemed stuck up to me. But this would once again all change in a short amount of time. The day my father took me to the docks to accompany him while he oversaw the placement of new cargo, is the day I went from Annabell to Annie.

"Now Annabell," My father said to me as he watched the large, questionable men unload box after box of items. " I want you to stick close to this ship, you just got over being sick and we don't want it coming back now do we?" I looked up at the ship, the name Silver Dream was painted in large letters across its side. My father was still wanting my answer when I finally came back from my dream.

"Yes father." I quickly replied as I turned and began my walk down the line of ships. My thoughts wandered to the books of pirates my nanny Mary would read to me just before bed. Drunken, gold hunting, blood lusting men that hid within ships to over take them. Some who hid in the bowls of the ship until it reached port. A shiver shot up my spine, I was only eleven feet from my father and I was already scaring myself.

After reaching a ship with a small wood in front of it, I watched a few men unload the last of a few boxes. I felt like my father would be proud, overseeing someone like he was only a few ships away. I looked down towards him but he was still busy with the ship I had left him at. Sighing, I turned my attention back to the cargo that lay before me. Only one man was left unloading a final box, he sat it down with a thud and whipped his brow.

"Ye best watch out little miss." He motioned at me with a kind but a few teeth lacking grin. "Ye never know wha's in these 'er boxes, savvy?" I smiled back and nodded. Yet I hadn't the slightest clue was this "savvy" was.

The man walked off and left me there with the mountain of items, all that seemed fit for a lone princess. I quickly looked about to be sure no one was watching me, then made my way over to a large box that had a few holes cut into it's side. I assumed some mythical beast lay sleeping within. A dragon, mermaid, anything I could think of could be in that box. I was to excited to pass up the "opportune moment".

Upon placing my ear against the box, I could hear breathing from within. I knew it! There was something alive in there! "Hello little one, my name is Annabell." I wasn't quite sure if what I was talking to could even be called little, but as a child we make these assumptions.

Smack! I jumped back from the box, whatever was in there wanted out. Quickly, and without thinking, I picked up a jewel incrusted sword that lay with the other items around the box and jammed it into the space between the lid and the top of the box itself.

A few jewels flew out from the handle as I used all the strength I had to pry open the lid. I heard a snap as part of the wood gave way. I stepped back as part of the box began to lift. It swayed and rocked until it flopped over on it's side, releasing the whatever that was inside.

"H-hello?" I said in a mousy tone, slowly moving to the other end of the opened box. " 'Ello to you too love." I gasped. A boy not much older then me, most likely twelve, was sprawled out among the wood shards from the box along with a few bottles of drink and bags that once carried food.

"Are you alright?" I ran next to him and propped his head up. There was a red bandana around his forehead that kept a few strands of messy black hair at bay, a plane white shirt that looked four sizes to large for his small frame, a normal pair of pants held up by a red and white sash, held up by said sash was a simple but dull looking sword. The boy smiled and nodded, he seemed to be enjoying this.

"What in the word are you meant to be?" He slowly began to stand, but fell right back down onto my lap. I assumed his food and drink had run out a while ago.

"Me?" He looked up at me with chocolate eyes full of question and wonder. "My dear! I am the Captain Jack Sparrow!" He shot his arm up to prove some point I must have been missing.

"Your far too short to be any kind of Captain." I said as he once again tried to lift himself up off the ground. This time he succeeded and sat cross legged before me, a sour expression on his face.

"Love, size doesn't matter." He said matter-a-factly. " I may be short and at loss for a ship but-" I cut him off there.

"What kind of Captain has no ship!" I yelled out. Jack simply smiled and grabbed one of my hands. "This Captain, savvy?" He patted my head and once again, attempted to walk off. Jack only got a few steps away before slipping on a rug haphazardly placed in his path.

I walked over to him and grabbed him by the hand, the proceed to drag him over to the small wood. There, he propped himself against a tree and waited for me to explain myself. Cooly he stared at me almost like he was trying to read me.

"Look here. I'll take you back to my house, get you all fed and what not. Then you can go on your way. Alright?" I told him, poking him in the chest and attempting to be intimidating. I only came up to his chin mind you.

"Now why would you want to do that? What would you gain by helping this pirate?" He said the last word with some kick to it, I think I was starting to grasp his point.

"Because, you'd die if I didn't. Then I would feel bad..savvy?" I hadn't spent fifteen minutes with the boy and he was starting to rub off on me already. I glared at him and crossed my arms in an attempt to prove my point. Jack laughed then finally commented back.

"Ye remind me of me mother. Right then, I accept your help...What was ye name again miss?" He leaned forward and smiled, stroking an imaginary beard as he moved.

"Annabell, Annabell Cromwell." I shoved my hand out at him and he took it, shaking it like the many times I had seen my father close a deal. "Wait here Jack, I'll be right back."

With that, I slipped out of the grove and ran back to my father. He saw me coming and waved. Time to start the act.

"Daddy..." I groaned. Holding my stomach to add more effect. "I think the bug is starting to come back. I'll just walk hom-" I stopped in order to make a lovely gagging noise.

My father looked me over, his hazel eyes reflecting in mine. Finally he responded. "Fine, but do stick to the shortest route. I don't want you going through the other end of town like last time." He raised an eyebrow, commenting on my last tomboy expression of dressing as a boy and escaping to the "darker" side of town. It wasn't anything like he had described it, a bit dirty but not any bad people that I could see. Just normal people like the maids and cooks that tended to our home.

"Yes father..." I smiled weakly and walked toward the path that leaded up to the main road, where Jack was waiting. A bright smile on his seemingly drunken face, almost proud. " Aww little Annie lied to Daddy to help a pirate!" He laughed the patted me on the head.

"ONCE AGAIN! YOU ARE FAR TO SHORT TO BE A CAPTAIN OR A PIRATE!" I barked, I hadn't done that in quite some time. For a moment Jack looked taken aback. Then he slipped his arm around my shoulders and started to walk towards the town square.

"I'm really starting to like you love." He said with a smile. "But yer attitude could use some..." He started waving his hands in the air as he looked for the correct word. Smile. "Improvement."

"But yer young, we have quite sometime to work on that. Now don't we?" We finally reached the center of town as Jack waited for me to lead the way. I pointed to the short route and then asked him a question.

"Jack?" He looked down and cocked an eyebrow. "How am I like your mother?" I was insisting to myself that we keep up conversation.

Jack smiled and looked up at the sky. With a wave of his hand he gave me an answer that I would later slap him for.
"Me mother was a good lady. Ye act just like her. Best strumpet in the 'ole of Tortuga!" He smiled, I just stared.

"Jack?" I said once more. "What's a strumpet?" He stopped dead in his tracks then looked at me like I was kidding. I wasn't.

"That's the longer way, correct?" He pointed to the longer stretch of road that lead to my house. I nodded as he turned on his heal and directed the both of us in that direction.

"But Jack-." He put his finger to my lips then said: "Lass, you're gonna thank me for this."
And so, on that day not only did I go from Annabell to Annie, I learned the facts of life from my new "Pirate" friend.

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