Disclaimer: I don't own pirates of the Caribbean. This is simply me having fun playing with already existing stories and characters.

A/N: this is my first fic, so please be kind. Tell me if I should continue, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Chapter one

It was a warm sunray that woke me that morning. I blinked lazily against the light, smiling when I heard the birds singing outside my window. I stretched and yawned, before getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom.

Looking into the mirror, I made a face at myself and laughed. I had pale golden curls that many of my friends are envious of and stunningly blue eyes that many had said were capable of looking into the soul. It always amused me, because they were close to the truth. I couldn't look into the soul, merely judge their character correctly. Even if a bit of magic was involved at times. Yes, magic.

My name Cassiopeia Iris and I'm not your average teen, I am a witch. Not like those you get in the Harry Potter books, but the real thing. But really, who would want to use a wand? They were damn impractical and annoying. Witches were rare in certain areas and common in others, depending on where they settled and decided they wanted their children to live.

I was originally from Germany, had then moved to England, only to return a few years prior, meaning I was pretty fluent in the language, although a lot had been lost over the years.

Although I was 21 years old, I still lived in my parents' house (not that they were there or anything) near Berlin.

I showered and dressed in black shorts and a red top. It was summer after all and there was nothing wrong with my body, so why not show off?

After eating breakfast I went for a walk. At first I had wanted to go barefoot but decided that I rather liked my foot unburnt. So now, wearing black sandals I was strolling around, enjoying the sun. That was until I saw Amelia, a witch who despised me for some unknown reason.

Amelia was smiling at me in a very unnerving way. "Oh Cassie," she said in a sing-song voice, "Guess what I'm going to do today? I'm going to send you on an adventure and you ain't gonna return."

I edged away nervously, but before I could run some powder hit me and the last thing I heard was a chant in a foreign language, before a wave crashed into me.

I was surrounded by water my mind trying not to panic. Calming myself, I did the first thing I could think of. I let some air escape my lungs, then followed them up to the surface. In the end it wasn't that far. I broke the surface and flung my hair back the way people always do in TV, and breathed in deeply.

Looking around I saw many old fashioned boats and a few meters in front of me was a pier and on it stood: the one and only, captain Jack Sparrow. "Really Amelia? You sent me to 'Pirates of the Caribbean'?" I muttered. With a sigh I swam over to the pier, where Jack was now on the ship and Mullroy and Murtogg were discussing, if memory serves correctly, about the existence of the Black Pearl.

They only realized that there was someone in the water, when I hauled herself onto dry land and started rinsing out my clothes and hair."Gah! I hate swimming in my clothes." I muttered, completely ignoring the men who were staring openmouthed at me. When I looked up and they were still staring, I made an irritated noise at the back of my throat and stood, making, them gasp. "What? Have you never seen a wet person?" Of course I knew what I was wearing was considered indecent in this time period, but I was still too pissed about being thrust into a different world to actually care.

Jack, who had come off the ship was about to comment, when there was a splash and I knew Lizzie had fallen into the water. Jack turned towards the soldiers "Will you be saving her then?"

"I can't swim." Mullroy replied, making me roll my eyes, because really, who can't swim?

"Pride of the King's Navy you are." Jack said disdainfully. I knew he was about to go rescue Lizzie, but seeing as I was already wet I dived into the water to save her from drowning. Jack could still save her from suffocating without getting wet.

I dived towards Lizzie and hexed off her bloody skirt as soon as I reached her. Then I dragged her to the surface of the water and let the men pull her out of the water.

"She's not breathing! "Exclaimed Murtogg causing Jack, who was about to help me out of the water, to rush over and shout "Move!" I was rather fed up with being ignored or stared at like I was some kind of two headed monster and cursed Amelia inwardly for sending me into this time. Once again I hauled myself onto the pier.

Meanwhile Jack cut open Lizzie's corset letting her spit out water and gasp for breath. Mullroy stared in awe." Never would've thought of that." "Clearly you've never been to Singapore." Jack answered. He was staring fixatedly at Lizzie's chest, or rather the medallion lying atop it. "Where did you get this?" he breathed.

I saw the commodore and the governor arrive and positioned myself in a way that I would not be immediately seen.

"On your feet " Norrington said, pointing his sword at Jack's neck, eyes ablaze with anger. Governor Swann helped his daughter to her feet and asked with a concerned voice, "Elizabeth, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Of course no one asked me, so I glared at all of them, not that they knew. Governor Swann saw Murtogg holding Lizzie's corset, who pointed at Jack. Governor Swann spared him only one quick glance before turning to the soldiers. "Shoot him."

Elizabeth looked at her father and Norrington, "Father! Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" Norrington still looked disbelieving but I knew what he would do next, after all I had seen the movie. "I believe thanks are in order." Norrington said, offering Jack his hand. Jack uncertainly reached out to take it, only for Norrington to grab his wrist and yank the sleeve up, revealing a P. "Had a brush with the East India Trading company, did we, pirate?"

"Hang him." Governor Swann ordered. I sighed loudly, drawing the attention away from Jack to me. Once again everyone's mouth dropped at my sight. Hands on my hip I gave all of them a dark look. "Is that all men ever do? Stare at the sight of a wet female?" I decided to break the silence. "What are you wearing?" Elizabeth spluttered. I put on a pensive expression. "Huh…I don't know…maybe clothes?" I asked sarcastically.

"Your choice of clothes is highly indecent." I looked over to Jack and we locked eyes. I tried telling him with my eyes to get away whilst they were distracted, but he only looked at me in confusion. Rolling my eyes I raised my hands. For most of the onlookers it must have looked like the sign of exasperation it was meant to be, but looking straight at Jack I did a light shooing motion. He seemed to understand, so I turned back to the other men and Lizzie, completely ignoring my favorite pirate.

"I just so happen to like what I'm wearing and Lizzie darling, I don't get suffocated by corsets, nor do I get dragged under the water by heavy skirts. It would have been much easier to rescue you from drowning were you wearing something like this." I indicated my clothes.

"You rescued me?"

"Who else honey? I'm the only wet person around here." I looked around to see if Jack had managed to get away, and sure enough I only saw 'decent' men, still staring at me, and Lizzie. "By the way, your pirate's getting away." This snapped the men back into concentration.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Norrington asked me furiously after seeing how far Jack had already come.

"What, so now it's my fault that your men were too busy ogling me to do their job properly?"

"Arrest her for assistance of a pirate."

During Norrington and my little discussion most men had taken to chasing Jack. One of the remaining men gruffly grabbed me and pinned my arms against my back. I hissed and struggled against his grip. I hated being restrained and he was holding me very painfully. I could have escaped then and there, but I didn't want to reveal my magic and Jack would be freed by Will later on. If for some reason I was put in a different cell I would escape anyway.

So I let myself be dragged slash pushed through Port Royal and into the prison cell. It was the one Jack would be placed in too. The prisoners in the next door cell looked at me the same way everyone else had at first, but then stares turned into leers. I gave them a dirty look but other than that I ignored them. I slid down the wall into a sitting position and decided to ponder my situation. The reason I hadn't done so earlier was simple: I hated thinking about things I couldn't prove true, for example why Amelia would want to send me to a different dimension, but only guess.

This situation however called for thinking. I needed three questions answered: 1. How did I get here? 2. How do I get home? 3. Why was I sent here?

Question one was rather simple. It must have been a time spell. I had never heard of something else that could have the same effects. If this were an illusion I would be dazed and in a dream (yes, I dream about these things) I wouldn't question the possibility of it, I would accept and believe it.

As far as I knew time spells only lasted so long before the time and/or dimension ejected the unwanted presence. So all I had to do was wait and see how this played out. Should be fun.

Now; question three. Amelia, the little… no Cassiopeia, don't curse, not even in your head. It's undignified. Option one: she was jealous. But when wasn't she? Option two:… Nah, let's stick with option one. Why was she jealous this time? Was it because I talked to her boyfriend? Whom I kept seducing as far as far as Amelia was concerned. My thoughts were interrupted by two soldiers dragging an unconscious Jack into the cell.

I looked up from under my lashes and couldn't help but grin at their discomfort of being in my presence. I rose as elegantly as I could (which wasn't very because I was clumsy by nature and had trouble walking straight if the ground was uneven) and stretched showing a lot of skin. I ignored what could only be described as catcalls from the other prisoners and mentally patted myself on the back when the soldiers squirmed and hurried to escape. I let out a short laugh before sinking to the floor and giggling as if drunk. There was movement at my feet and I looked at Jack.

"Awake now?" I asked looking up from my fingers, where I had been picking dirt from underneath my nails. I really hated Amelia at that moment. I was dirty, salty and stuck in a cell with a pirate with no way to clean myself. I felt disgusting.

Jack groaned and rubbed his head, before eying me warily. "Why are you here? And who are you anyway?" He cast an annoyed look at our prison mates who had started calling the dog that moment, but ignored them in favor of taking in my appearance.

I sniffed and turned away from him. "For helping a pirate. Not that I did. And the names Cassiopeia. I don't think I've had the pleasure of hearing your name yet."

Jack gave me a bemused look and I couldn't help but wonder, what he would say to seeing someone in a bikini. He would probably love the sight. "Captain Jack Sparrow, but you may call me Jack. If you weren't helping me luv, what did you do then?" Jack asked amusedly.

"I was simply waving my hands in the air whilst looking at you, if it somehow helped you the fault lies not with me." I replied with an effort to remain serious.

We sat in silence for awhile, until we heard cannonfire. Jack perked up at the sound. "I know those guns." Jack muttered looking out of the window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl?" a fellow prisoner asked, "I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors."

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Why, the undead or ghosts of course. Didn't you know?" I said truthfully. There were after all always people who talked to the dead and dead people liked nothing better than gossiping. The origin of this story could still be different though.

The noise of cannons and fighting continued. There was a whizzing sound and my eyes widened in shock. I knew what was going to happen, but I couldn't move. Then I felt Jack tear me to the ground and the air left my lungs just as we were being showered with debris.

"My sympathies friend, you've no manner of luck at all." Our fellow prisoner said and I turned my head to see our neighbors escaping through a hole in the wall.

The both of us got up and Jack picked up the bone and tried to get the dog to come over. "Come on, doggy. It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack."

"I do exist you know." I said in a bored voice, to which Jack simply rolled his eyes and continued calling the dog, "Come on. Come on, good boy. Thats a good boy, come on! Bit closer, bit closer. That's it, that's it, doggy. Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." There's a crash and the dog runs away. "No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." There is another crash and a guard is thrown down the stairs making me wince in sympathy.

"This ain't the armory." One of the two descending pirates said after looking around.

The other pirate too looked around and his eyes fell on Jack. "Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow."

Twigg sneered at Jack. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much."

Jack glared icily at the pirates and said in a cold voice:"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Koehler grabbed Jacks throat letting the moon shine onto his arm revealing bones. "So there is a curse. That's interesting."

"You know nothing of Hell." Koehler said in obvious anger and they leave.

"That's very interesting." Jack repeated his observation.

I snorted. "More like very disgusting. But hey, they were the first who didn't stare at me." I said brightening slightly. Jack turned to face me and crossed his arms. "I honestly don't think they saw you."

"Huh." I said in slight disappointment. "When do you think we're getting out of here?"

"Just in time for our hanging." He answered bitterly.

I sighed. "Usually I would agree, but right now I think you should be more optimistic. I have a feeling we won't be staying here much longer. But until then: goodnight!" I exclaimed and flopped onto the floor ignoring the pirate who was watching me with a confused expression.

I actually managed to sleep for awhile. Right up until Will came barging down the stairs.

"You. Sparrow."

"Aye."

"You are familiar with that ship? The Black Pearl?"

"I've heard of it."

"But then again," I piped up, "who hasn't?" Of course Will stared at me. I guess he hadn't seen me lying, now sitting, in the dark corner. "Will you snap out of it? I hate being stared at and just because I don't like your sense of dress and you don't like mine doesn't give you the right to stare!" I exclaimed thrusting my hands into the air in frustration.

Will's mouth opened but no sound came out. "The Black Pearl?" I reminded him.

Will shook his head and concentrated on Jack again, even if he still seemed slightly distracted. "Where does it make berth?"

"Where does it make berth?" Jack did a dreadful imitation of Will's voice, "Have you not heard the stories? Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."

"The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"

"Why ask me?" Jack asked studying his, unsurprisingly, very dirty fingernails.

"Because you're a pirate."

"The way you say it makes it sound like he is some all-knowing person just because he is a pirate." I couldn't help but put in, because seriously? That's how it sounded to me.

"Ahh! But who says I am not all knowing?" Jack couldn't help but put in.

I gave him what I assumed was a rather condescending look by the way he cringed. "Do you know where I come from?"

"No.", came the truthful answer.

"And there you go. Had you been all knowing you would have known that. Now carry on with your conversation. I was rather enjoying it."

It took them a bit to remember where they had left off, but as soon as they did, they continued as if I had never interrupted.

"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" Jack mused.

"Never! They took Miss Swann."

"Oh, so it is that you've found a girl." Jack stated surprised. "I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."

"I can get you out of here."

"How's that? The key's run off." Jack didn't look in the least interested, but he was only waiting for a good argument to come.

"I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges." Will picked up a bench and placed it at the bottom of the cell door. "With the right leverage and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free."

"What's your name?"

"Will Turner. " Will (duh, who else?) answered.

"That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for your father, eh?"

"How can a name be strong?" I was ignored, probably because every time they concentrated on me I would soon tell them to continue talking. I was still annoyed though.

Will looked up and nodded briskly. "Yes."

"Uh-huh. Well, Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell I swear on pain of death I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?"

They shook hands. "Agreed." Will added.

"Agreed. Get me out."

"By the way, I'm coming too."

"Now why would you do that Cassandra?" Jack asked me, leaning casually against the wall.

"It's Cassiopeia; call me Cassie if that's easier for you to remember. And two reasons. First: it sounds like a great adventure and second: I don't have anywhere to go. So you're stuck with me due to the fact, that I helped you."

"Ah-ha! So you admit to helping me. " Jack smirked triumphantly.

I rolled my eyes. "That's beside the point. William: mind getting us out of here?"

Will lifted the door free and beckoned to us. "Hurry. Someone will have heard that."

"Not without my effects."