Hey, i hope you enjoy this story. I'm going to rate this T because it might have some inferences later. Finally. Jack had met his match :) Please R&R . d/s: i own nothing but my own creations and Annabelle. :)

Chapter One: First Meeting

Jack sung to himself as he paddled his way across the sea to find his ship. Once again someone had taken it and once again, he was not happy! Being the cool and calm person that he was however, he managed to keep some restraint. He had something they needed: the map to the 'Fountain of Youth'. Not that he intended on giving it to them but it would be good for bargaining all the same. This was what he thought of as he paddled.

Suddenly, he caught a flash of white out of the corner of his eye. Extending his trusty telescope he looked over in that direction. He couldn't see clearly but it appeared to be a woman lying on a piece of broken ship. As he looked around, he saw that he could see the remains of a ship that had obviously been attacked. "Sad sight" he thought.

His thoughts returning to the girl once more however he began to paddle in that direction. He finally reached her and let his boat drift along beside her small raft. She appeared to be unconscious. The colour in her cheeks showed him that she wasn't dead.

"She is quite a pretty girl" Jack thought to himself. Long blonde hair that would hang to past her waist, probably blue eyes as well. Skin as clear as crystal, obviously she hadn't been sailing for long. Oh well, he heaved her into his dinghy and attempted to lay her down in a position that would be as comfortable as possible without compromising his paddling space.

Jack was really a softy but he didn't want to admit that to himself. "I'll just see what she has to offer me when she wakes up, if she doesn't have anything I'll toss her overboard."

With that he continued on as he had, singing away, one more passenger on board his dinghy.

A few hours later her eyes began to open. "They are blue, just as I thought" he thought to himself.

The girl looked around herself sleepily and then at Jack. "Hello Love, have a nice sleep?"

The girl jumped about six feet in the air and then developed an angry and defensive look upon her face and sat up.

"Who are you pirate?" she demanded.

"Captain Jack Sparrow at your service Ma'am" he replied with a wink.

"Really, then where's your ship then? unless you claim to be Captain of this dinghy in which case where's your crew?" she smirked at him.

"My ship is currently misplaced and since I have just saved your life, you can stop being so impolite, savvy?"

She sighed, "I suppose I must thankyou for that."

"What's your name then love." he smiled his usual gold-toothed grin at her.

"Annabelle West" she sounded out her name slowly as if her name indicated that she was someone of high importance.

"Not been out on the seas long I see" (another golden grin and a glance at her pale arms)

Annabelle saw him look at her arms and took a glance at them herself. "Yes, I've actually only been out for a day. ONE DAY! And already I've been shipwrecked, I thank the heavens I didn't own the ship." She stopped and her eyes full of fury softened as her gaze reverted back to him.

"I suppose I'm really lucky that I'm still alive. Thankyou Mr. Sparrow." A cheeky look came upon her face. "Sparrow, like a dicky bird. I think I'll call you Dicky."

"Haha, very funny love. What may I ask is a lady like you doing out on the open seas?"

Annabelle's face grew grave. "I suppose I can tell you, as you're a pirate. A week ago, a letter arrived at my house saying that Jeremy Swift had been killed in a duel on a distant island in the Caribbean. My mother told me on her deathbed that he was my father and a pirate. I'm the daughter of a pirate! So with my Mother's death I decided that I would set out for this island to bury my father as he deserves, pirate or not."

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Jack's arm, taking him by surprise. "That's what I need you for. With no ship I have no way of getting there."

Jack gave her a suspicious sidelong glance and a wink "What's in it for me."

Annabelle released his arm hurriedly, "I thought you'd say that pirate. I was also told in the letter that he owned a considerable amount of gold that was buried somewhere on the island. I have memorised the directions. If you agree to help me, I will give you half of the gold. Nothing matters so much to me as the knowledge that my father has received a Christian burial."

"Ok, I'll take you to this place but I'd like to know the coordinates in advance so I can navigate savvy?"

She snorted, "I'm not stupid, I will tell you one step at a time. I'm not risking you throwing me overboard while you sail off to steal my father's treasure, Dicky."

Jack slitted his eyes and started rowing harder. "I'll tell you one thing, if I let you on board my ship I'll soon regret it with your sharp tongue."