A/N: Hey awesome nerds! It's Revenger Tigger here! I wrote this story ages ago and decided to upload it, so here it is! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own PotC. All rights go to Disney.

Chapter 1: Port Royal

I was asleep. I was just beginning to wake when I rolled over and fell onto the ground. Oh right, we're still on that damn boat that Jack stole from Anamaria. Ugh. I opened my eyes and realised that I was laying in water. Oh crap. I knew that this stupid boat would have to sink some time soon, but did it really have to be now? Why now? I looked around for that stupid big brother of mine, and sighed when I saw land in the distance. Then I looked up. I found Jack standing on the mast, looking out at the piece of land that I'd just spotted.

"Jack, are we gonna make it to land on this thing or are we gonna have to swim?" I asked him once I climbed up the mast to stand next to him.

"We'll make it, luv. Don't worry, ye won't have to swim," he said in a teasing tone. I would've fought back but I couldn't be bothered to, so we just stood there in silence as we sailed to the port.

While we were standing on the mast, we both noticed a rock with three skeletons hanging from it, along with a sign, reading 'pirates ye be warned'. Ha! These stupid royal maniacs did NOT know how to speak proper pirate.

Jack took off his hat and placed it over his heart to pay his respects for the lost lives, and I did the same. We both saluted the creepy skeletons and looked back to the port. Then we looked down.

"You're gonna have to swim, Valley, or it'll sink before we make port," Jack declared, turning to face me.

I glared at him angrily. "Why do I have to be to one that swims? You're heaver than me!" I exclaimed. Before he could reply, I knocked him off the mast and into the water. When he came back to the surface, I was laughing so hard that I almost fell off the mast myself.

"Valencia! Fine, I'm sorry!" Jack yelled from the water.

"Whatever, Jackie! You're gonna have to swim to the port now!" I shouted back. He sent a death glare up towards me, and I placed my hands on my hips. "Pirate."

He sighed and started swimming to the port. When I got there, I stepped off the mast like I was walking and continued to walk until I fell down flat on my face. Gosh! I'm such a klutz! I trip over absolutely everything, including my own feet.

I got up and turned to see Jack pulling himself up onto the dock. He stood, dripping with water, and looked at me knowingly. "Still falling tripping over your feet after all these years?" He smirked. I hit his shoulder, and we started making our way up the dock. We nearly made it to the end but we were rudely interrupted by the harbour master and his apprentice.

"Hey! Hold up there, you two! It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock. And I shall need both of your names."

Me and Jack both turned to look at Anamaria's half-sunken boat, frowning and wondering how dumb the harbour master was to call this disgrace 'tied up'.

We both turned to look back at the harbour master. "What d'ye say to three shillings... and we forget the name?" Jack placed three shillings on the ratty book he was holding and his apprentice raised his eyebrows. Poor kid, that's probably all the money his family gets.

The harbour master accepted. "Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. and Miss Smith."

With that, me and Jack turned on our heels and set off towards the town. Jack spotted the harbour master's money pouch and snuck it into his pocket. Then we were on our way to find where they kept their fleet.

We were walking for a while, and I thought we were going in circles, but Jack insisted he knew where he was going. Eventually I made him stop walking because I couldn't take it anymore.

"Jack, just face it. We're lost! Stop saying that ye know where the hell we are. Because ye bloody don't, okay?" I growled.

"Fine, Valley. What do you propose we do then?" He eyed me sceptically. I just smiled back at him.

"We climb up this hill, sneak 'round to the fort and see if we can sit the ships. What say you to that grand plan?" My grin got bigger when he nodded.

"Aye. Guess you've always been the better one with directions, eh?" He started climbing up the hill and I followed beside him.

When we got to the top of the hill, we found the fort, snuck around and found the ships. We made our way down to the docks, where two redcoats stood guard.

Jack waltzed up to them with me one step after. The redcoats stood in front of us in a second and held the weapons up to block our path.

"This dock is off limits to civilians," the scrawny redcoat told us.

"I'm terribly sorry, we didn't know. If we see one, we shall inform you immediately," I assured them and attempted to walk past them, but they held their ground.

"Apparently there's some sort of high toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh?" Jack piped up. "How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"

"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians," the scrawny one replied.

I decided to take part in the conversation again. "It's a fine goal, to be sure. But it seems to me that a..." I tried to get past them again, "a ship like that," I pointed to the bigger ship over to the left in the distance, "makes this one here a bit superfluous, really."

"Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough. But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed," the scrawny one informed us.

"I've heard of one. Supposed to be very fast - nigh uncatchable... The Black Pearl." How did I know that Jack would mention the Pearl? He was completely obsessed with it. I guess it is a beautiful ship, but he constantly blabbers on about it, and it gets annoying after a week or two, but after a year I sometimes just want to chop his hand off to shut him up.

The fat one then decided to speak. "Well... there's no real ship that can match the Interceptor."

The scrawny one disagreed. "The Black Pearl is a real ship."

The fat one shook his head. "No, no it's not."

"Yes it is, I've seen it."

"You've seen it?" Ugh. How long was this conversation going to last?

"Yes."

"You haven't seen it."

"Yes I have." Oh my gosh, someone shoot them!

"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?" I looked at Jack and saw him looking at the two, bored, just like I was.

"No," Skinny said, nodding his head and confusing the hell out of me.

"No," Fatty repeated. Finally! The torture is over!

"But I have seen a ship with black sails." Ugh. Spoke too soon.

Jack tapped my shoulder and pointed to the ship. We walked off, leaving the two redcoats to have their boring, nonsense conversation.

Jack walked straight up to the helm, and I walked to a crate and sat down. Then the two redcoats found out that we had disappeared and spotted us on the ship.

"Hey! You! Get away from there!" Skinny yelled.

"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate," Fatty added.

"I'm sorry, it's such a pretty boat," Jack said.

"Ship," I corrected quickly so the redcoats didn't kill us for insulting their best ship.

"What's your name?" Fatty pointed to Jack.

"Smith. Or Smithy, if you like. And she's Miss Smith." Jack pointed to me. There seemed to be a lot of pointing going on at the moment.

"What's you purpose in Port Royal, Mr. and Miss Smith?"

"Yeah, and no lies." Knowing Jack, he wouldn't lie about this, just to confuddle them.

"Well, then. I confess. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out."

"Same for me!" I yelled, grinning at the confusion on the redcoats' faces.

"I said no lies!"

"I think they're telling the truth." Well, I sure did see that one coming. These two fight like teenage girls.

"Are you two teenage girls? Coz ye fight and bicker like ye are," I told them. Jack laughed.

Skinny glared at me before turning back to Fatty. "If they were telling the truth, they wouldn't have told us."

"Unless, of course, we knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if we told it to you." Jack always had a way with words and was great at tricking people. But it didn't work on me; I grew up with him around and knew all of his tricks. Everything he said just made sense to me.

The two redcoats looked confuddled again, so Jack distracted them, starting a conversation about our adventures with the Pelegostos Cannibal tribe. They were talking for ages, and I decided to watch the people up at the fort.

There was this man, the commodore I would think, due to his fancy attire, and a young woman. They were talking on the wall of the fort. She looked like she couldn't breathe in that bloody corset and was fanning herself. I wear a corset, too, but mine isn't so tight that I can't breathe. It's just right, so I have no problems when me and my brother run into a fight.

I saw the commodore turn his back to the woman, and two seconds later she fell over the wall. I gasped and stood up.

"And then they made me their chief," Jack said, telling the story. The three men turned their heads curiously to the source of the splash in the water.

"The woman fell front the fort!" I yelled, just as the commodore noticed her absence.

"Elizabeth!" he yelled, taking his jacket off at the same time as Jack. I took my brother's waistcoat and put it on the deck before taking the effects that were passed to me. I put those on a crate, then turned back to watch as Jack dived in.

I got my knife out of my boot for Jack to cut her corset open when he got her up here. Suddenly, the wind changed directions completely. Something strange had just happened. I didn't put too much thought into it because Jack came back up to the surface with the woman, Elizabeth, and I helped the two redcoats pull her onto the deck.

I handed Jack my knife, and he nodded his thanks as he cut the strings on the tight corset. Elizabeth coughed up water and spluttered everywhere. I noticed a familiar medallion hanging from her neck. I took my knife back and pointed it out to Jack.

He picked it up. "Where did you get that?" he asked her, but she didn't answer, because a sword was being pointed at Jack's throat.

We all looked up to see a man that I recognised as the commodore from the fort wall.

"On your feet," he growled at Jack as another sword was pointed at me. We slowly stood with our hands in the air.

A man in a hilarious wig was covering Elizabeth with his coat. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" I'm guessing he was her father.

"Yes, I'm fine," she replied, looking at me and Jack.

Wig man then saw Skinny holding Elizabeth's corset. Skinny dropped it and pointed to Jack. "Shoot him!"

"Father! Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuers?"

The commodore looked at her before nodding. Well, he clearly fancies her. Then he turned to Jack, holding out his hand.

"I believe thanks are in order." Don't do it, Jack! He hesitantly shook the commodore's hand. Too late. The commodore pulled back the sleeve of Jack's dirty tunic, revealing the pirate brand on his arm.

"Had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we, pirate?" I scowled at the commodore. He then turned to look at me. He pulled back my right sleeve of my much cleaner tunic, revealing my own pirate brand. He looked up at my face, frowning.

"Hang them!" Elizabeth's father yelled. I turned to look at Jack, who looked as impassive as ever.

"Keep your guns on them, men. Gillette, fetch some irons." He turned back to Jack and pulled his sleeve up further, showing his tattoo of a sparrow flying over the sun and the sea.

"Well, well. Jack Sparrow, isn't it?" the commodore stated rudely.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, sir." Typical Jack. He was always so defensive of his title.

"Well, I don't see your ship, Captain," Commodore Rudeypants sneered.

"We're in the market, as it were." I said, smirking.

"They said they'd come to commandeer one," Skinny said, piping up again. I almost forgot that he and Fatty were still there.

"Told you they were telling the truth. These are his, sir." Fatty picked up Jack's effects and handed them to the commodore, who started inspecting them.

First, he picked up Jack's pistol. "No additional shot nor powder." Then his compass. "A compass that doesn't point North." He then unsheathed Jack's sword, smirking. "And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are, without doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."

"But you have heard of me," Jack grinned. I admired my older brother for many things, one of them being his - sometimes - positive attitude towards bad situations.

Commodore Rudeypants dragged Jack over to Gillette to put him in his irons. Then he walked back to me. he pulled my sleeve up more, displaying my tattoo of a sparrow flying over a valley just before sunset.

"Captain Valencia Sparrow, if I'm not mistaken?" he questioned me, saying 'Captain' mockingly.

"Aye," I grinned. He grabbed my wrists and dragged me over to Gillette to have my own irons put on.

Then Elizabeth decided to pipe up again. "Commodore, I really must protest." I was really starting to like her; she kept standing up for us and she didn't seem to mind that we were pirates. "Pirates or not, these two saved my life."

Commodore Rudeypants turned to face her. "One good deed is not enough to redeem a man a lifetime of wickedness."

"You better watch what you say, Mr., because I don't like being called a man," I growled at the commodore, who ignored me.

My darling brother also ignored me. "Though it seems enough to condemn 'im."

"Indeed," Commodore Rudeypants agreed distastefully as Gillette moved away from Jack to put my irons on. I knew that Jack was planning something. That's why he seemed so chipper and patient.

When Gillette was finished with my irons, Jack moved quickly. "Finally." He threw his chains around Elizabeth's neck, and I ran to stand next to him.

Elizabeth's dad gasped. "No, don't shoot!" Jack grinned.

"I knew you'd warm up to me," he said to Elizabeth, who tried to pull away. Of course, though, she was no match for Jack. "Commodore Norrington, my effects please. And my hat." How did Jack know his name? Skinny and Fatty must've told him.

'Norrington' hesitated. "Commodore!" Jack yelled, growing impatient. Norrington picked up Jack's effects.

"Elizabeth. It is Elizabeth, isn't it?" Jack asked.

"It's Miss Swann," Elizabeth spat.

"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind." She didn't move. "Come, come, dear. We don't have all day." She reluctantly took his belongings. Jack grabbed his pistol and spun her around, pointing the barrel to her temple, just to make the situation seem even worse than it was.

"Now if you'd be very kind," Jack said, and Elizabeth set to work on giving his belongings back. First, she took his hat and placed it on his head. Then she took his scabbard and reached around his back. I wasn't looking at Jack's face, but judging by the look on Norrington's face, my brother was smirking at him.

"Easy on the goods, darling."

Elizabeth strapped up his scabbard and glared at him. "You're despicable," she spat.

"Sticks and stones, luv We saved your life, you saved ours. We're square." He spun her back around to face Norrington and the others. "Gentlemen, m'lady. You will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captains Jack and Valley Sparrow!"

He pushed Elizabeth into Norrington and her dad, and he turned to me and pointed to the post. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he caught a rope and stomped on a metal thingy, and we went soaring into the air. The he let go of the rope and grabbed another one, which sent us flying around another post. The redcoats down below began to shoot at us, and we kept swinging until we both landed on our feet on a wooden beam.

Jack flicked the chains on his irons over another rope, making it a zip-line, and slid down it. I followed close behind. We then proceeded to run around the town and hide behind a statue outside the smithy.

When the guards marched past, me and Jack slid into the smithy's workshop.

I think I should tell you for starters that I have a very hectic schedule this year with extra curricular activities and school production rehearsals, so updates may be delayed at times. But I will try to update as often as possible! Please don't take this message as a reason to stop reading! I've already finished the whole first movie, and I've begun to plan the second one in what little spare time I have. The next update will hopefully be in the next two weeks, so watch the PotC movies while you're waiting! Read and review, and I'll see you soon!

~ Revenger Tigger

PS. I know that it's not me and Jack and that it's Jack and I, but it's from Valley's PoV, so she thinks that it doesn't matter :) have a good weekend!