Title: Reunion

Summary: Memories are vital. JackOC

A/N: This is a fic between Jack and of course an OC. I'd love to know what you think of this fic and whether you want me to continue. I'll always reply to reviewers.

Never in my life have I felt so depressed, so 'without feeling' yet, I cannot compare with past feelings to this present day because I, supposdly Miss. Sienna Taylor cannot remember what my past contains.

It took some persusion, and I was in need of help. When I woke up from what seemed a painful trip, I looked above from where I was laying.

A tall man with dark brown long wavy hair seemed to of approached me. He was at least six foot tall, if not taller. He handed me his hand, and introducted himself as Porter Quarterico. I silently laughed; what an odd name. But I was in no way to argue since I owed my man my life. At least I think so.

Who knows what would of happened to me if Porter did not notice me lying there? I shudder at the thought.

I did not know where I was, whom my parents were or even were I was born. I seem to know it all to well, yet my mind does not connect with my past, only flashes with constant riffles of pain, challenging my head.

Perhaps, because of my constant headaches I took a long walk down to the local tavern as it were. Not the best place to clear your head, but a little rum always soothed me.

Porter is very protcetive. I can't believe I allowed such a man into my life, not knowing a thing about him. Sure!, he was handsome but that's no way to judge a man..is it?

He told me that my name was Sienna Taylor, and that my mother was born a whore and my father a Pirate. Whether the information he provided me was 100 percent accurate, it was the only information he bore and the only information I ever recieved from him.

As I sipped down my third jug of rum, I decided to head off home, rather his home, a small hut located half a mile from the tavern. He had no idea I was going out tonight, so I snuck out and allowed myself to enjoy the independence and no persistance of Porter.

As I stepped out of the tavern my long cream dress got jammed in the door.

I cursed. Shit.

I noticed a man get up to come to my aid but Porter's words stayed very clear in my mind.

"Do not give any man your attention, even if you are in some kind of situation which actually allows him to do so."

I always have abided by these rules, and today I won't break his trust.

I turn my head towards this man. Handsome as he seems, I'm am guranteed that it is not just help he offers. He smiles, and I feel polite enough to smile back, but as doing so, I quickly rip the dress from under the door. It tears but I take no notice. Porter always promised that if I needed more underwear garments, dresses or any type of clothes, he'd provide them for me. A heavy reason for me staying with him. I trusted him, he was the only one whom took me in without wanting something a bit more demanding. He guranteed his intentions of just helping me and as I had no one else, I gladly took advantage of what he was offering.

I ran fast, unaware that the man whom was willing to provide me help with my dress was only a few metres behind me.

I felt my heart beat quicken. Pounding. Feeling as if someone actually was behind me, I darted down an alleyway.

I placed a hand over my mouth so my loud breathing was unheard by any unwanted visitors that were looking for a good time.

''Charlotte?'' A man called. The same handsome man who attempted to help me in the tavern, minutes before.

I held my head up high and released my hand from around my mouth.

''My name is not Charlotte'' I growled, shivering slightly from the wind.

The man shook his head and looked at me, sadness and dissapointment in his gorgeous brown eyes.

''What do you want from me?'' I asked, taking his concern into my own matters.

He shook his head.

''What the hell has he done to you..''

TBC

Soon enough you'll find out exactly what happened to Charlotte/Sienna and what she looks like. Please review!