OK my darlings.. welcome back if you are a frequent reader of my stories and welcome if your not. Couple tid bits before you begin reading away. First Jacquelyn Delahaye is a real pirate, well I changed her name a little, but my character is some what loosely based on her. Second, There are a few flash backs in the beginning chapters, probably one in each, they will be in italics, as well as her thoughts. You'll be able to tell the difference from her thoughts and the flashbacks since the flashbacks will be longer. I got the information for some of the flashbacks from good ol Wikipedia.

Anyway I think that is all I need to say for now. I'm going to only upload one chapter for now... The faster and more you review the faster I will update... Please enjoy and for the love of god review! You guys wanted this story the most please make me believe you do. :D

Right now was one of those moments I wished I had never known Jack Sparrow. Times like these where I was captured by one of his enemies and questioned about his whereabouts. The fact I was wishing that was one of those moments made it so much worse that it was. I met Jack when I was young girl at Tia Dalma's place. I remember it as if it were yesterday...

After the death of my father I would go out to sea months at a time. When I wasn't sailing the open sea I was with Tia Dalma. She was my mothers best friend when she was alive. She even had helped my parents through some harsh times. When my mother died my father would leave me with her when he would sail off. Claiming the seas where no place for a baby. So here I was 13 years old and back from a 4 month voyage by myself.

"Tia, where did you get this its beautiful?" I asked referring to a random jewel I found tucked away in the corner.

"Some- a sailor from da far- a seas brought it do me." She answered back from where she was sitting at the table. Her heavy accent making it feel like I was really home.

"It's truly a jewel." I said walking away from it. I glanced at the snake hanging off a branch within the structure she called home.

"Jacquelyn, go in da back dearie." she said suddenly on alert. I knew better than to argue with Tia, so I obeyed and walked into the 'back room.'

Moments later the door opened and a couple people walked in.

"Tia Dalma." a young boy said.

"Jack Sparrow. I know why you're here." Tia said and rummaged through something. Reluctantly, I peaked around the corner. He was giving Tia Dalma a some sort of sword. When she moved to the left, I saw the boy. He couldn't have been much older than me. He was wearing a white pirate shirt, brownish pants, and a red bandana.

"You have some dangers comin' your way, boy." she told him. He looked at the sword as Tia set it aside, with envy and loss. With a sigh he looked away from it. His eyes searched the place and landed on me. His eyes looked older than his face. Like he had seen more than his share of life.

"Jacquelyn." Tia said pulling my vision away from the boy to her. She was giving me her stern look, the one where she is almost looking down but still looking at whats in front of her. I stepped back and out of view. The two said their goodbyes and he left. She came in the back and acted like nothing had happened. The way she was acting intrigued my curiosities about this Jack Sparrow boy.

The slight wind sent a shiver up my spine at the memory. The man next to me cleared his throat. I looked up at Barbossa, slowly and with anger in my eyes, as the Black Pearl started to fire into the harbor of Port Royal.

"We know Tia Dalma taught you how to find people, without knowing who or where they actually are. Tell us where Bootstraps child is." Barbossa demanded me. Tia had never taught me that, she taught me little of her practice. It had been years since I had seen Tia Dalma, I had missed her so much. I thought to myself. I shook my head, but something in the air told me to get off this ship and get to land.

"Your piece is here. Where it is I don't know, and I wont until I get to land." I said making it up. Barbossa let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes a bit.

"Fine." he said and signaled a boat for myself and some of his crew members.

"Make sure she finds the medallion. Then kill her." Barbossa said as the boat lowered to the water. We slowly moved our way to the shoreline. My hands were bound in front of me but they had made the mistake of putting me on the edge of the boat. When they all looked ahead and away from me I leaned back into the water. The water flooded over me, I would have let out a sigh of relief if I had the time. I swam with my hands bound to the shore. After years of being Barbossa's prisoner I was finally free.