1Disclaimer: I do not own Jack or Will, or any other character that appears in the POTC movie. THOUGH SOMEDAY I WILL WHEN I TAKE OVER THE WORLD!

This is a modern day Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic, it involves falling for Will and Jack being a sort of father figure to her, so if you don't like either of them and would rather the main character fall for Barbossa, then this is not the fic for you, and if you don't want the main character to be with any of the above mentioned characters, then this is DEFINITELY not the fanfic for you! And if you don't want her to be with anyone in the fic, then.. let me ask you, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS SITE AT ALL?

Chapter One:

It was a hot and summery day in the middle of July. Will Turner was going through his usual routine of teaching his fencing class how to fence.

"Okay, so now, two steps forward, and LUNGE!" He shouted and the class did as they were told, a few of them had actual talent, when most were hopeless. He sighed quietly to himself and pushed his curly brown hair out of his eyes. His gaze was drawn toward the door, where his friend had just entered the room through a door of to the side of the gymnasium. Jack Sparrow, a man with messy long brown hair that suited him, a pair of ratty old torn jeans and a hole- filled t shirt, a fencing sword stuck through his belt loop, was leading a young woman into the room. She looked apprehensive, and a bit scared about the whole idea of fencing, but she smiled back at Jack and he sauntered off to the front hall again. Will called to him and Jack swaggered back into the room and took his time drifting towards him, his arms moving awkwardly about with every step.

"Who's the girl?" Will asked.
"She's a new student of yours." Will could smell the alcohol on his breath; she had probably interrupted him in his mid to late evening drink. He talked as if he was drunk all the time, though everyone that knew Jack, knew that he was always somewhat drunk, they just ignored it.

"A new student? What's her name? Has she filled out the information sheet?"

"Yessum, new student, I forgot her name and no she hasn't filled out the information sheet yet. I thought you could get her to do that." Will looked at her standing nervously in the background, switching from foot to foot and biting her lip.

"Okay then, off to your drink then?"
"Don't even need to ask anymore, do ya?" Jack weaved slowly back past the girl standing beside the wall waiting to be called upon.

"Jus' go up to 'im and introduce yourself luv." He patted her on the back and started to sing as he made his way back to his drink. "Nananananana…. And really bad eggs….. A pirate's life for me." She didn't have to walk up to the tall handsome man teaching the class because at that moment, he began to walk towards her.
"Practice your lunge class, I'll be back to check in a moment." He called to them over his shoulder and made his way towards the girl. He looked her up and down at least a dozen times before he had gotten to her. She had beautiful waist length, red hair, though not curly, she was one of the few that could be looked upon and thought; 'Now she's Irish.' Her eyes were as black as the blackest of nights, a myriad of freckles appeared on her face and skin.

"Hello, my name's Will. Are you here to join the class?" He smiled kindly at her, marveling at how easily he got lost in her eyes.

"Yes, hi, I would like to join the class. It seems interesting." She smiled back, loving his British accent.

"Okay, I'll need you to sign these forms, just to make sure you understand that we are not liable for any injuries that may befall you whilst you are in this class," He paused, seeing the look on her face he added, "Not that anything ever has, no need to worry. And the rest is just general information about you." He handed her a pen and paper. "When you're done, just hand them to me and I'll get you suited up with gear and such. By the way, what's your name? He added, finding himself wanting to know the answer. She looked up into his eyes, for she was quite short, and smiled slightly.

"Keavy Guinness." AN: pronounced Keevy. She struggled with the pen to shake his hand when he offered it.

"Keavy, I like that name, it sort of rolls off the tongue doesn't it?" He laughed a little laugh at it and went back to the class to check on them. Keavy watched his retreating back, thinking about how much she wanted to squeeze his butt, but he started to turn back to the paper when he turned to look at her. She filled out the form and walked over to him, he was standing in front of the class and watching them lunge, trying not to laugh at the funny sight. He didn't see her coming so she had to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Oh, yes, finished already?" He cleared his throat, looking over the sheet to make sure that she filled everything out. When he was satisfied, he cleared his throat again and jogged back to the hallway. He came back a few minutes later with Jack swaggering behind him, not looking pleased at being interrupted again.

"Jack is going to take over the class while I get your gear for you. Just follow me." He walked towards a storage room off to the side of the gym. Keavy followed quietly along the corridor and into the room. Back in the gym, she could here Jack yelling at them.

"What are you looking at you, scurvy dogs! There's lunging to do! Raise your bloody swords, you bloomin' cockroaches!"

Inside were things that she would need to fence, saber, jacket, protective head gear, etc.

"Okay, so lets start with fitting the jacket on you." He picked one up that he thought would fit her tiny frame and put it on her, he zipped it up in the back.

There, perfect fit. I'm good, aren't I?" He laughed again, and it was the most heavenly sound she had ever heard. He reached for the strap between her legs, then hesitated.

"Maybe you had better do that strap." He smiled a toothy smile, and blushed. She laughed too, and the hairs on his arms stood up with goose bumps at the sound, it was so sweet, like an angel. She got the jacket fitted and he got her fitted for the proper length sword and shoes. This took about five minutes. Then, they moved onto the helmet.

"A proper helmet," He turned to look at the selection of helmets, " Should fit you like a glove, You shouldn't be able to wear your hair in a pony tail in it." He plunked a particular helmet onto her head and she didn't expect it. She fell back and tripped on a pile of jackets on the floor, landing on her butt on the hard floor. They both laughed, Will helped her to her feet.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry, I should have warned you first!" He was unable to hold in his laughter, but he didn't feel too bad because she was laughing too. He pulled the helmet off her head, her hair was a mess from the way he pulled on it and her eyes were sparkling, when she smiled, she revealed two neat rows of straight, white teeth. He couldn't resist the temptation, and he had done it before he had known he was going to. He kissed her, it was only a split second long, because at that precise moment, Jack burst in on them to check where they were. They both pulled away quickly, Keavy quicky patting down her hair and wiping her lips.

"We're coming Jack." Will ran his fingers through his hair again, blushing pink.

"Well, hurry it up, I have to catch my plane!" Jack pretended he hadn't noticed how quickly they had pulled away and how close they were, meaning only one thing, they were kissing. Keavy decided to change the subject.

"Your plane? Where are you going?" She asked him. He swung his head to look at her as if he'd never seen her before.

"To the Carribean, luv." Jack stated, as if it should have been obvious.

"Oh, are you vacationing?" She asked, determined not to look at Will as they stepped out of the little storage room and into the brightly lit hallway, her face was also flushed.

"Well, I was born in the Caribbean so it is very much my home you see, but I', also opening up a pub there. It's called the 'Sparrow's Nest.' because Sparrow is my last name see?" He gestured quite a bit with his hands.

The next fencing class was a week later, plenty of time to bring herself up and then bring herself down again. Finally though, after debating about it for a week, she decided to ask Will out on a date after class. As she pulled up in her little beat up white Cavalier, a woman, about her age pulled up in a black Mercedes Bens.

The class passed by quickly, to Keavy it went to fast, maybe because she knew that afterwards she was going to do it, or maybe it was simply because Jack wasn't there yelling pirate phrases at them; sometimes Keavy wondered about him.

She looked at her watch as she packed her jacket away in her bag. The lesson had ended late. She moved quickly because she had to get to her dance practice; she already had permission to be late, but Michael Flatley said that if it kept up, she would have to chose between a little fencing class or Celtic Tiger.

She saw Will head through a door to the opposite side of the room, an office. Keavy hurried for it to get it over with. She flew through the door and looked wildly around for him.

"Will, Will!-" She called, slightly breathless from her run and what she was about to do. She stopped short in her tracks and looked to her left side. Will pulled away from the girl from the parking lot earlier, it was obvious they had been kissing, his hair stood up in the wrong direction, and the girl's lips were already swollen.

"K- Keavy!" Will stuttered, running his fingers through his hair for the millionth time during the lesson. "Uh, this is Elizabeth." He smiled slightly, also slightly out of breath.

"Did you want something?" Elizabeth asked, licking her lips. Keavy recovered her composure and began to get angry at her stupidity. Of course Will wouldn't be interested in me!

"Actually, I really don't want to bother you but, I didn't know if it was your car or not. There's a black Corvette on fire in the parking lot." She jabbed her finger behind her to indicate outside.