This idea was formed from an RP I was doing with a friend. It just hit me that I hadn't seen anything like it before; a story similar to this probably exists somewhere. I'm not -too- sure about where I am going with the plot, so, please bear with me for the beginning.

I quite like Marea; she's a very simple character, and she's a huge pun on the real Mary Read who was a cross dressing pirate in the 17th century in the Caribbean; she's my favourite historical pirate, who better to base Marea on? Marea is pronounced like Maria.

I only own Marea everything else belongs to Disney.

Amor Fatum
Chapter one
Hidden Lady Upon The Dutchman

The Flying Dutchman had only been at sea with its new captain for a few days; and already, the crew had noticed a lot of changes. Not just in their own physical appearance, but the attitudes of everyone was much lighter hearted. None of them felt the need to keep their opinions to themselves, and everyone was much friendlier with each other.

It took a lot of adjusting to, but it was a good change; and no one was about to complain. Especially one member of the crew, who no longer felt suppressed from the former captain. The crew already knew he was really a she, they had been there when Davy Jones had flipped out; upset he had been tricked by the girl's father. She, however, had been forced to dress like a man for the past twenty years upon the crew. Even when the Captain was not around, she never felt secure enough to talk to the crew as a woman; and now she did. Though, twenty years of hiding hadn't done her much good; and many of her mannerisms were very male. If it were not for the fact she had long, dark hair, and a pretty face she could have easily passed for a man. She hoped though that the new Captain would not mind having a woman on the crew; he had not seen her yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

William Turner, the new Captain of the Flying Dutchman, stood upon the helm of the ship; staring out at the few crew members upon the deck. It was early morning, and most of them were still in the Galley, the few upon deck had been looking after the ship all night, and were heading down below deck to get some sleep.

He had not met all the crew yet, and had only learnt a few of their names. It was a lot for him to adjust to; and a lot of the time his thoughts were on Elizabeth. He hoped she was okay, and he wondered almost every second of the day what she was doing, and if she were thinking of him. He would have welcomed thoughts of her all the more; had it not been for the warning that sprung his way. The way Jack and Elizabeth had looked at each other... He just couldn't remove it from his mind. It was the way a lover would stare at their beloved; but he trusted Elizabeth, and she had already told him she did not love Jack.

Will broke from his thoughts when he heard a large thump from below him. There was silence for a few seconds, before laughter broke out, followed by raised voices. He raised his eyebrow for a moment, wondering why the crew were so rowdy that morning, but shrugged it off, and walked down onto the main deck.

The laughter grew louder as he neared the Galley; and even more so as he opened the door. "So, I says to him," a rather feminine voice rang through the air, laughing a little; though they paused, and every one else fell silent as they turned their gaze upon their new Captain.

Will gazed through the crowd for the source of the voice, and his eyes grew wide as he saw a woman sat on the table in the middle of the rest of the crew. She held a rum bottle in her hand, and her cheeks were slightly red. Her blue eyes were fixed on him for a few moments, before one of the men who had been drinking rum also, fell from his seat and landed on his back.

Laughter echoed through the room again; coming most loudly from the woman. How had he not noticed her before? She was the only woman amongst the men, and now he saw her, he could certainly tell she was a woman. Maybe she dresses as a man, a voice rang through his head, as she lent down to help the fallen man up.

Will stood watching for a moment as she began to pull him up, before she faltered and fell forward landing on the man. The crew were silent for a moment, staring at them, before she held up the rum bottle. "The rum's safe!" She cried; causing more laughter to echo through the room, as she stood off the man, and retook her seat on the table.

She was definitely a pirate; that much he could tell, and she certainly wasn't new at it. He wondered how Jones had even let her join the crew in the first place; and decided to talk to her, once she wasn't so drunk.

He stood at the back, as she and the crew began to forget he was there. She seemed to be telling stories to the crew, and although he was sure most of them had heard it before or even experienced it, they still reacted as though it was a new tale to them. She seemed to fit in very well with the crew, and wondered how long she had been on the ship.

He exited the room, and closed the door on another bout of laughter; deciding to seek out his father, and at least learn the girl's name. He found Bootstrap at the helm, taking over his previous position; Will smiled and walked up to him. He wasn't sure what to say, so he lent on the bulwark over looking the deck, watching as the crew exited from the galley.

His eyes scanned for the woman, and watched as she began to climb up the mast. Her long black hair which was now braided swung from side to side as she climbed; though she paused half way. Will blinked, wondering if she'd drunken too much and didn't feel so good, but she turned her head from her position, looking around; before letting her eyes fall on him.

Neither made no move to break eye contact, at least until a gust of wind blew through the air. Hanging on with one hand, the woman held onto her hat with the other, and carried on climbing; though slower than before. "Who is she?" He asked at length, turning to his father. "I didn't know there was a woman on the crew."

Bootstrap smiled sadly. "Her name is Marea; she's been on the crew longer than I have, so I'm not sure how she came to be here."

"Does she have a surname?"

Bootstrap shook his head. "She denounced it out of hate for her father. She's just Marea."

Will nodded, and watched as a man joined her in the crows nest. They spoke briefly, before Marea laughed, and removed her hat; placing it on the mans. He laughed a little, and said something else. At that moment, Will wished he could lip read, and just watched as Marea climbed down the mast; jumping when she was a foot from the deck. Will was well aware that he was staring at her as she helped ready the ship; doing various things. Every now and then, she would look up from what she was doing; and look in Will's position, sensing someone was watching her.

At least half an hour passed, before she walked up to the helm. At first, he thought she was going to ask him to stop staring, and tore his eyes from her as she came to the top of the stairs. To his surprise, she walked over to bootstrap, and relieved him of his duties. He thanked her, and walked down to the deck; leaving Marea to man the helm.

Will watched her silently as she handled the ship with utmost ease; she had definitely done it for years. The wind blew through the air, and played with a few strands of her loose hair, but she paid no mind to it.

Marea shuffled uncomfortably at the gaze of the Captain, before a frown marred her face, and she looked up at him. She was silent for a moment. "Can I do something for you, Captain?"

He suddenly felt it would be strange just to ask her how she appeared on the crew, and why she seemed to hide herself, so he shook his head, and walked over, standing beside her; watching her handle the Dutchman as though it were second nature to her. "Keep the course steady."

"Aye, Captain," she replied, a slight smile on her face; as the wind whipped hair into her eyes. She did not remove either of her hands to place the hair out of her eyes; instead, she just let the wind play with it; as she had done many times before.

Will nodded, and left the helm, walking down onto the deck; hoping to find his father again, and ask him a few questions concerning Marea.