DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. I JUST WISH I DID.

A/N: (This is my first posting. I'm kind of excited that I've actually managed to get something up! It took months, but I've finally found something to write about! It's short, but I hope you all like it! Writing Fairy)

Chapter 1, Me and Jack (sorry, Captain Jack)

One thing you should probably know about me before I get in too deep is that I have this…er… knack for being everywhere at once. One moment I'm in Port Royal, next thing you know I'm in Tortuga. I have my ways.

I watched William Turner ramble along merrily up to Ms. Elizabeth Swan's house. He was an interesting character in himself, if you asked me. But that's just my opinion. Never seemed to belong…here. Always looking towards the sea, that one. But then again, I knew the feeling. I looked out, shifting my cap up slightly, towards Port Royal. Ah. Look who's made his own appearance. Jack Sparrow. Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me, Captain Jack Sparrow. I shook my head. Captain of what ship, I ask. The only thing he was Captain of happened to be sunken at the moment. Or in the hands of his first mate, Barbosa. Captain, hah!

I turned sharply as I heard a loud rap. I sighed in relief, it's just Will. Ugh. Ever since my last…er… visit to Tortuga I've been incredibly jumpy. Commodore Norrington, I thought in disgust. I knew what Will was there to do. He was bad enough as Captain Norrington. Now he's a Commodore? That's gonna blow his ego up. I looked down at the port and tensed. Where was that bloody pirate?

"Ah, Desiree. Should've known you'd be part of my welcoming party."

"The only welcome you'd get would be from that island your wonderful band of pirates so thoughtfully dropped you off to relax on, before sailing away with your ship, Captain." I responded sweetly, not turning around.

"Still a bit pissed, aye love?" I felt him move closer and repressed the urge to yank my sword out of its sheath.

"Pissed doesn't cover it, love." I retorted. I used to trust Jack. Him and I go way back, back before he'd been captain of The Pearl even. Jack. Now the name brought an almost irrepressible urge to punch something. Ugh. I don't want to think about it. It was time to go. I was done talking to le Capitaine. I slipped around Jack and made a beeline down the long winding road.

"Desiree!" Jack called.

"You're looking for a ship, Jack." I deadpanned, not sparing a single glance back. "You want the Interceptor." I honestly don't know why I was helping him, but I, unlike most, knew what Jack had done. I had been there for most of it. And in an instant I was gone. I watched Jack out of the corner of my eye, whirl around, looking, but that was what I was best at. Blending with the shadows. I watched the pirate bolt as the Swan's door started to open. But that was Jack. He was always running from something.

I watched the Commodore's service from behind one of the many pillars dotting the enclosure. Elizabeth Swan looked like she was going to pass out. I sniggered. There were days I was glad I didn't belong to some rich family and could just walk around in my pirate get-up. A lot better than not breathing at any rate. I could tell something…interesting…was going to happen. I had heard that Captain- uh, Commodore Norrington was planning on asking for Elizabeth's hand! I'm always where the good stuff happens, trust me. My whole life, all twenty four years of it, had been spent finding the good stuff. Living for what I wanted too. I could practically smell interesting. Most people had a knack for that as well, but most people also had problems with waiting. Waiting was something I'd been doing my whole life, it comes in handy sometimes, I will admit.

I sat casually on the other side of the guard tower. Commodore Norrington and Elizabeth were speaking on the other side. Well, Commodore Norrington was speaking; Elizabeth was too busy trying to breathe.

"I can't-breathe." Elizabeth panted. I watched her fall as the Commodore blathered on. I looked out across the sea. Who was gonna save the poor girl? The Dauntless was docked at the port and I was surprised to see the Interceptor hadn't budged. Good old Jack was losing his touch.

"Why is he on The Dauntless?" I breathed. But sure enough, there he was. Jack and two of Commodore Norrington's men. They watched Elizabeth fall like the bloody idiots they were. I had no doubt Jack was saying something witty. He looked up and saw me standing there. I tipped my hat and gave him a grin, jerking my head towards the water. I saw him huff about it before shoving his 'effects' to the two guards and diving in. I watched Jack resurface over the waves and he looked toward the guard tower but I had long since moved on. He shook his head and dove into the depths.

I watched from afar as Jack saved Elizabeth. It was best for me to stay away from Commodore Norrington. I wasn't exactly an angel. Not even close.

A/N: ( I hope you liked it! I'll post my next one soon, if you all like this,hopefully. Special thanks to TheEvilTrafficCone and 16aqua for pushing me to submit something! Thanks to all who took time out of their busy lives to read this! Pleasesend comments!Laterz! Writing Fairy)