Hey guys I'm Jason! This is my first POTC story and I hope you like it! Give it a chance at least. If I don't get enough reviews, I doubt I'll continue though. I've read alot of JackOC stories and I honestly haven't seen very many that keep Jack in character AT ALL. I've tried my best please tell me what you think. What's the point of writing something when no one likes it right?

Pirates of the Caribbean
In Search of a Heart

Chapter 1: Jack Sparrow

On a small island unknown to most, almost three hundred miles away from Tortuga, Curacao rested silently. A very light fog had covered the island just as nightfall was about to approach. The ocean crashed against the beaches and rocks almost silently, a violent wave hitting every now and then.

The southern part of the small island was always known as the most calm, and the most quiet. That reason alone was good enough for two of the girls who had chosen to live there. Twenty-one year old Michelle Morris and her older friend, Twenty-three year old Angela Herrin had made the choice of making residence there years ago.

There hadn't been much work there and the pay wasn't all that great, but living there was much better then having to deal with all the crime and perverts that were much more common on the other parts of the island.

Michelle was a little above average height for a female. She had long dirty blonde hair that was straight near the top and wavy starting at about the shoulder and down. She had green eyes that were wide and alert. Her figure was slender and feminine.

Angie was shorter than Michelle in height. She was about 5'3" and also had short hair. Her hair was above shoulder length and a bit lighter than Michelle's had been. Her eyes were green as well but had a much darker tint to them.

"Angie, I need to make a quick stop at the Parkers and pay them back that money we owe them. So I'll be right back ok?" The young blonde woman said, putting her right shoe on and placing the money in her dress sash. Angie nodded at her friend, "All right, guess I'll get dinner started while you're gone then."

Michelle nodded back and left the small house into the still darkening surroundings outside. She sighed, now wondering to herself if the two elderly Parkers would still even be awake at this time. 'Oh well...' She thought, making her way through the light fog and down the shoreline.

It was a bit more chilly outside then she had predicted. She continued walking onward in somewhat of a daze until she noticed something dark on the beach not far from her. She stopped in her tracks and squinted, trying to make out whatever it was.

Something...? No... someone! It was a bit hard to clearly see due to the fog and the very limited light outside, but it was definately a person on the beach. She wasn't sure what she should do though.

Any normal, moral human being would run over there to help right? Not Michelle though. She was always a very cautious person to say the least. What if this person really wasn't in any trouble at all? What if it was a thief and this was just a trap for any common moron that would run over right away to this "victim" without thinking at all about it first?

She stood there for a few more minutes, pondering to herself what she should do. Nervously, she tugged on one of her long strands of hair as she slowly began to move forward. Finally, she could clearly see the stranger.

It was a man, probably in his thirties. He had long hair which consisted of a few braids and small trickets of beads here and there. He also wore a red bandana on the top of his head. His facial hair included a mustache, goatee and beard which came down in two smaller braids. He also didn't look very clean which was strange, considering the ocean had just washed him onto shore. Or had it? Further reason for her to fear for her safety. His eyes were rimmed with dark charcoal as well.

She couldn't deny he was good looking, but was he even alive? Before she could investigate the man any further, his eyes shot wide open, causing her to fall backwards onto the damp sand below her.

He immediately sat up, looking around for what seemed like an enemy. She just stared, "You... you're alive?" He finally looked at her and stood up, "I'm alive?" She just watched in silence as he patted himself down. The way he moved was... strange. Was he drunk?

"Um... excuse me. Are you drunk?" She asked him, standing up. He picked his hat up which had amazingly washed up not too far from him and placed it on his head, "Drunk? No. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

Her eyes widened at the name. No way. This was the famous Captain Jack Sparrow? One of the most dangerous pirates ever to sail the Caribbean? Surely this wavering, stumbling man couldn't be Jack Sparrow. Could he?

If he was indeed telling the truth though, she was in trouble. He was a pirate. No pirate was to ever be trusted, that she knew all too well. Jack blinked several times, his vision was blurry. How did he manage to survive? All he could remember was plundering into the deafening darkness of the monsterous kraken.

The harsh reality of the Black Pearl being gone had finally hit him. He stared out into the dark waters before finally turning back to the younger girl. She instinctively backed up a few steps as he approached her.

"Please don't come any closer Mr. Sparrow! I know you're a pirate! What is it you want? My money? Here you are then!" Michelle shouted nervously, pulling the small amount of money from her dress and offering it to him.

Jack just raised an eyebrow, "The stories you've heard about me must have been quite horrible I imagine aye? I don't want your money love. I can plunder my weasly black guts out any time I bloody feel like it. Savvy? How about you just tell me your name and where I am." He said, lowering her hand with his own to show her he had no interest in her money.

Her breathing slowed, "My name...? It's Michelle. Michelle Morris. We're on the island of Curacao." Jack nodded, he'd heard of the island before but had never actually been there.

He had to think now though, what was his next move? The Black Pearl was gone, the kraken was still alive, Davy Jones was still at large, and he had absolutely no idea what had become of his crew or the heart. What had become of the heart? He knew he put it in the jar of dirt, yet it wasn't there... This was quite a mess he was in.

Then again... he had to think of the bright side of things as well. He was alive, and surely Davy Jones thought he was dead. All he had to do was lay low for a while and commandeer a new ship. Perhaps that was a bad idea though... if ol' beastie were to attack him a second time, would he be so lucky as to survive again?

"Michelle aye? That's a beautiful name. French isn't it? Shame about the French though, obsessed with raisins! Humiliated grapes really. Think about it!"

She raised an eyebrow and actually laughed. Who knew Jack Sparrow had a sense of humor? "Well, I guess so Mr. Sparrow.. though I wouldn't really know since I'm not French." Jack smiled at her reaction, "No need to be formal love. Call me Jack. Also between me and you, glad to hear you aren't French. Though, they are great singers. Eunichs! All of 'em!"

She just laughed again and placed her money back in her dress sash. Strangely, the fear she had felt had completely disappeared. "Mr. Sp... I mean, Jack. You're one of the most famous pirates in existance. I have to ask, where's your ship? And why in the world were you washed up here on the shores of Curacao?"

Jack's expression darkened, "I don't think it's a story you'd believe even if I were to tell you. However, I'll answer your question. My ship was attacked, crushed, and will most likey never be seen again. Unless... it's going to magically float up out of Davy Jones locker, doubt it."

She could tell the subject had obviously gotten to him. "Oh... I see... so then, what happened to your crew? Don't tell me they're still out there!"

Jack looked back to the ocean and hesitated before finally answering, "No.. they're fine." He said quietly, taking a moment to think about them, about how Elizabeth had tricked him so cruelly.

Michelle looked down awkwardly, how awful for a captain to lose his ship. That was like... his home. She never thought it possible to feel sorry for a pirate. Especially Jack Sparrow, all the stories she heard of the man were definately amazing ones of courage and great skill. Of course, all of those amazing adventures were ones of pilfering, plundering, and thievery. She shouldn't feel sorry for this man. He was a criminal. Perhaps it was karma, and this was payment for all the horrible things he had done.

Still though, he didn't seem like a bad man. Not at all anything like she pictured he'd be. She honestly thought for a moment when he introduced himself as the famous captain she was going to die. She really, really thought he was going to kill her.

Maybe she was looking too far into this though. She had only just met the guy ten minutes ago. She didn't know anything about him, whether or not he was good or bad. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but feel for him.

"So... what are you going to do now? I mean... you don't have a ship anymore.. what are you supposed to do without one?"

Jack spun around with a smile and approached her, "Funny you should ask that love. I'm having a thought. For certain... reasons I'd rather not discuss until the oppurtune moment, even if I had a ship right now I wouldn't be able to sail. SO. I know for a fact that Curacao isn't the most prosperous of places aye? Let me stay with you until I figure out my next move and I swear on pain of death, I'll pay you back ten fold. What say you to that?" He said in a slightly drunken stagger, or what looked like one anyway.

She stared, totally caught off guard by his proposal. "Let you stay? With me? You're a pirate. You paying someone back isn't possible in your line of work now is it Mr. Sparrow?"

"Not PROBABLE you mean." He said with awkwardly flailing hand gestures, "I don't go back on my word love, that I can assure you."

She made eye contact with him and searched his eyes. He seemed sincere, but was it all an act? Finally she looked away and sighed, "Fine... I do live with another girl though, we'll have to make sure it's all right with her... Also you are soo taking a bath if you plan on staying with us." Jack smelled himself and shrugged. Michelle noticed the skies getting even darker, now she knew, it was definately too late to pay the Parkers back. They'd surely be asleep at this time.

She turned on her heel and began walking in the direction she came. Jack followed without asking about where they were headed, "Another girl aye? Who is she? Sister? Lover?"

Michelle nudged him in the side with her elbow in disgust, "Ew no! She's a friend you sicko! Geez."

"No need to get so violent Michelle. So then I take it you're single aye?" Michelle turned red and thanked the heavens it was dark outside.

"Not that it's any of your business Jack, but yes. I am."

"What a coincidence! So am I!" He said with a flirtatious smile.

"Wow, that is a coincidence!" She said sacastically and rolled her eyes, "Don't even think about it Jack. I've heard all the stories about Tortuga. Trust me, I'm not your kind of girl."

"I beg to differ!"

"Well I don't. I want to get with a faithful man someday. Not someone who is unable to commit to a long-term relationship and is just looking for a lay." She said matter-of-factly.

"Quite understandable that you wouldn't want to be with a man like that. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately." He said with an innocent smile.

She glared at him. Did he always have a witty comment for everything? The two arrived at the small house a few minutes later. Michelle took a deep breath before she turned the doorknob, what had she gotten herself into this time?

That's all for the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it and Jack was in character. Please review?