Shadows danced along the dusty streets as the form of a young girl crept along the walls of the buildings, darting between the shadows. Though hidden within the darkness of the night, her face showed a serious expression, broken by a wild smirk; the smirk of a woman with a mission.

Her prey, a middle aged man who called himself a trader, walked mere feet ahead, unbeknownst to what lurked behind him. This continued until they reached the docks of Tortuga, at which point she stepped casually in front of him, blocking his path. For a few moments, the man held a rather bewildered expression on his rather scarred face, before gaping as realization hit that he in fact knew this girl… and wished he didn't.

"Alia?" He asked, his face, even though overcast with dread, held a smirk of pride.

"Indeed." She replied simply, smirking. "Where is it?"

"Where is what?"

Alia's smirk darkened to a scowl. "You know exactly what I am talking about. You stole it from me, now where is it?"

"I don't-"

He was interrupted as Alia shoved him into the shadows of the nearest building, onto the ground with a knife at his throat. "Don't you dare toy with me, Sam." The man laughed, seemingly amused that a girl of only 18 years of age was threatening him.

"I suppose you're going to kill me if I don't tell you where the crest is?"

"Perhaps you're not so stupid after all."

"Alright. Fine. I sold it."

Alia's eyes flamed with anger, and she dug the blade of the knife into his skin, creating a minor cut. "You sold it? Who would possibly want to buy half of a rusty, broken necklace?"

He gave a slight cringe as the knife drew blood, though remained calm nonetheless. "You'd be surprised."

She rolled her eyes. "Very funny. Who'd you sell it to, if you're not to too stupid to remember?"

"Oh, I remember." He smirked, apparently not quite ready to reveal his little secret. Alia could fix that.

"Suppose you tell me?"

"Suppose I don't…then what would you do?"

He got his answer quickly, releasing a soft whimper of pain as Alia jabbed the knife into his gut. "Who did you sell it to?" Alia growled, drawing her face closer to his, if just to hear his fearful breath. Still the man did not speak of it, and she twisted the knife slightly. Cringing, managed to mutter, "Sp-Sparrow."

"Sparrow?" Alia asked, rather confused. The man nodded, swallowing hard before adding something else at her look of bewilderment. "..Jack."

Alia gaped, holding back a gasp at his final word. No, it couldn't have been some little old lady, or a young child, or some other simpleton easy to retrieve such a delicate item from. It had to be him.

Without a second glance at the man, she stood, disappearing into the shadows again, a different mission in mind. Though it appeared so, it wasn't the fact that it was that wretched man Jack Sparrow who had what she needed; it was…the undeniable, inescapable and horrid fact that he was her brother.