Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters that aren't familiar by the movie

A/N: Ok, I'm worried about how this story will turn out to all of you, this is my first POTC story I published so if you don't like it don't read it. If any characters are a bit OOC or whatever, feel free to help me out or let me know :)

Pirates are never wanted. Anybody that's securing the cities will remind anyone that, even if they're not associated with one and the guards will keep it that way. One place in particular is extremely strict with those terms and that region's always bursting with activity, an area known as Port Royal. Jane Turner cleaned a blade that was done by Will and held it in the sunlight shining in the windows to check for any dirt or dents. Today was Norrington's promotion ceremony and Jane wants to make sure the sword was perfectly clean for him. It was always quiet inside the blacksmith if she was left in charge or if Mr. Brown was asleep on the job, today it was the latter. She gently placed the sword inside the small case. "How'd I do?" Jane asked hopefully as she dusted off the dust and looked over to where Will was watching her.

"You're doing better," He replied and studied the box. "Pretty soon you'll be learning how to make swords," He added impressed and picked up the box. Jane smiled and looked towards to where Mr. Brown is sleeping. Even when she's seventeen, she's not a fan of swords; whenever she touches one or get close to a cutlass, she'll always have awful visions of pirates. She heard a lot of gossip about how evil pirates are from a lot of citizen and some stories frighten her. Will followed her gaze towards Mr. Brown. "When I get back, I'll make sure to pay you extra."

Jane turned back to her brother and shook her head. "It's all right, I prefer to get paid fairly," She told him and leaned against the wooden table. "I'll watch the shop when you're gone," She added and smiled shyly as he went towards the door after giving her a nod. "Oh and Will…" She called with a sly grin and the blacksmith turned around in question. "Say 'hi' to Elizabeth for me."

"Ok, Jane," Will replied incredulously and walked out of the shop. The second he opened the door, he heard the door hit someone and the sound of coins falling. He hastily looked over seeing a boy on the ground gathering coins. "I'm so sorry, Elliot," The boy, known as Elliot, looked up at him and nodded. "I was in a hurry, I should've came out more cautiously."

"It's all right, Will," Elliot responded and continued picking up his coins. "I should've been more careful around doors, I was standing outside yours for a while." He said and put all the coins in his red pouch. Elliot Moore, an orphan being cared by the tavern's keeper named Monty Vega and works at the blacksmith for a small, but decent, amount of coin. He practices with his sword everyday behind Norrington's back and if he's caught, the sword will be compensated because he's only seventeen. The marines doesn't know he's an orphan and if they found out, he'll be taken away from everyone and won't see his twelve year old brother Nikolas ever again.

"What were you doing outside the door?" Will asked suppressing his laughter and Elliot pointed at his door with his thumb without looking as he made sure he got every single coin. The blacksmith turned towards his door and saw a wanted poster of a lady who looks to be in her early twenties. Her picture looked like it was drawn from memory after seeing squiggly lines indicating her black wavy hair and saw it under a nice feminine hat. "Wanted…" He muttered as he read out loud and read the word under her picture. "Dead or alive…" He muttered and almost flinched at the reward. "A thousand coins?" He read and nodded in shock. "Who is this woman?"

"I've no clue," Elliot asked and picked up two more coins. "I'm just glad I haven't seen her before, look at her charges," He added and looked over at Will. The blacksmith read the poster again. "I don't see that girl doing any of those, but who knows."

"Pilfering, murdering, looting…" Will read and stopped when he realized on what he read. "Murder?" He asked and nodded in thought. "She's only a child…" He said and shrugged after seeing her picture. "Looks like one." He saw the door open and Jane appeared at the door way. She looked at him curiously and noticed Elliot on his knees glancing up at her.

"What's-" Before she finished, Elliot smiled warmly at her and she smirked back fondly. She noticed Will gazing at the poster on the door and turned to read it. "A pirate?" She asked after reading the paragraph and pointed at the picture. "This young girl's a pirate and she's loose?" She asked and looked around nervously.

"Why don't you go back inside?" Will asked reassuringly and Elliot looked up seeing a lone coin. "Even if she was loose, we haven't seen her, so don't worry." Elliot reached for the coin and saw a monkey, wearing a small red vest, grab it. He gasped with a start and pulled his hand back as it shrieked at him. Will and Jane looked over at the monkey.

"Hey…" Elliot said in annoyance and the monkey snarled as it leaped away. "Hey, that's my coin!" He screamed and got up to chase after it. "Stupid monkey, get back here!" He followed the monkey and saw it leap in the window of the local pub. The boy stopped breathlessly and put a hand through his short brown hair in bewilderment. "Could be a customer's monkey maybe?" He walked in and was greeted by loud blabbering from drunkards and sailors. He looked around the pub for any signs of the monkey and to the left he saw Monty washing a glass mug with a white cloth. Elliot walked towards the counter and nodded towards the keeper at the far side of the counter tending the customers. Monty nodded and walked over towards the boy. Elliot turned around and spotted a sailor starting a brawl.

"What can I do for you, my boy?" Monty asked and leaned on the counter. Monty Vega, the most compassionate man of Port Royal, most people look up to him and some beggars walk in for food in which he happily gives on certain days. He takes in beggars he finds in one of the rooms upstairs and let them stay for limited time. He's caring for Elliot and Nikolas to make sure they're never going to get separated if they get taken away.

"You haven't seen a monkey in here, have you?" Elliot asked awkwardly and scratched his head. Monty pursed his lips in thought and looked around. "Monty?" The boy asked suspiciously and the barkeep shook his head. "Oh…" He groaned and leaned on the counter in defeat. "Ah well, I could always earn-"

Monty ducked when a mug flew at him from a drunkard and it collided with the wall behind him. A couple barmaid looked over in horror and saw Monty rise from behind the counter seeing the drunkard laughing crazily. Elliot glared at the sailor and he wobbled towards the door drunkenly. The boy groaned and looked down towards his hands that were on the table silently. A haunting melody was heard and Elliot looked over to find the source of it. A lady was slumped over a circular table, sleeping with her locket open. Her black hat was still partially on and she still had a mug in her hand. Elliot gasped when he spotted the monkey. "That's the monkey that stole my coin!" He pointed out and noticed the girl looked familiar. The monkey was perched on her shoulder looking at the locket, like it was the one who opened the locket, and it squeaked. "Wait a minute, isn't that the girl on the poster?"

"Shhh…" Monty hushed him and Elliot turned towards him oddly. A few customers glanced at them and he coughed as he smiled warmly at them, making them look away. Elliot raised a brow and Monty groaned. "Promise to keep what I'm going to tell you just between us," The keeper whispered to the boy and he nodded sincerely as he was getting filled with suspicion. "I agreed she'd hide out here," He told the boy and picked up a mug that was handed to him by a barmaid. Elliot's eyes went wide. "She's been here for five years-"

"What?" Elliot asked incredulously and Monty kept shushing him. "That's suicidal, if Norrington finds out, you'll get sentenced to death!" Monty nodded and looked around the pub seeing one of his loyal barmaid, Sandra, look towards them calmly.

"Son…" He started and gave the boy a glare. "Keep your voice down," He ordered and Elliot looked down in shame. "Ok, I'll tell you a story," He added after he took a breath and poured out a drink for a customer. "Do you know of Reaver's past?"

"Reaver?" Elliot asked and raised a brow. "That's her name?" He asked and saw Monty shrugging a bit. "But why haven't I seen her here before?"

"She's been staying in our spare room, listen…" The keeper started and leaned closer to Elliot. "Reaver had a lot of dark times, lad…" He added and nodded towards her, who stirred a bit. "She's notorious, yes, but she wasn't always like that."

"She wasn't?" Elliot asked and faced Reaver oddly.

"No…" He replied and did his daily job as he told the story. "She was an average child, but her past was unknown to everyone including her," Elliot's faced drained after hearing that and looked down uneasily. Monty touched his sandy blonde hair as he said, "I heard one of her parents abandoned her at sea at age ten."

"What an awful thing to do." The boy groaned and looked over at the girl. He remembered the monkey and had a thought on where she found such a animal. Knowing monkeys aren't found anywhere near Port Royal and wondered if she must've sailed. "And the monkey?"

"That monkey, she told me, was a gift."

"From who?"

"She doesn't remember…" He answered solemnly and handed another cup to his usual customer, who walked to him, knowing what the customer likes. "Like I said, everything in her past has been erased from her memory," He told the boy and Elliot suddenly felt bad for the pirate. "She told me that bits and pieces of her memory comes back to her, but not every detail makes since to her."

"Does Commodore Norrington know of her?"

"He doesn't give a damn about her…" He replied and shrugged. "Reaver and Norrington are enemies, if they see one another, they'll kill each other without any mercy."

"Really?" Elliot saw that coming. If a pirate is hiding out and she's wanted, that's proof to show she's against the navy.

Monty nodded and the melody played throughout the entire tavern. "And that locket of hers, I think she had it since she was little…" He added uncertain and Elliot nodded slightly. "I'm not sure, if you want to know, you could ask her…" He teased making Elliot shake his head vigorously and a man, that Monty served, looked over after drinking. "And she got kidnapped from the Black Pearl for a few years."

"The Black Pearl?"

"No, no…" The customer started in a deep voice and sat his empty goblet down as he stared down at the counter. "Ten years ago I sailed on my old ship, right when I was a young lad," The man told them slowly and looked up at the story tellers. The old man sauntered over towards them drunkenly but somehow managed to stay a tiny bit sober. "This is what I witnessed when I was in the crow's nest."

~Flashback~

"Ship!" The man shouted in the crow's nest and pointed at the big ship with his shaky hand. He leaned in closer trying to ignore the bright sun blazing in his eyes. He recognized the black sails immediately and that caused the man to shudder a lot more. "It's the Black Pearl!" He shouted in fright and gripped the edge of the nest as he looked down towards his alerted crew. "Commodore, the Black Pearl is among us!"

"Retreat!" The captain shouted and gestured at his crew roughly with his hand. "Before the Pearl destroys us!" He ran up towards the wheel and the navy officers climbed up the ropes to adjust the sails. "We might be cursed as we speak!"

The man above gripped the ropes tightly as he watched the scene unfold under him. He caught the sight of a small rowboat in the water and looked up towards it with his hazel eyes. He saw a small child sleeping inside the boat and it was slowly drifting towards the Black Pearl. "Commodore, there's a small child inside a boat!"

The commodore looked up at the man and looked towards where he's pointing. He walked from the wheel and towards the edge of the ship seeing the wooden rowboat. He saw only a sleeping child and didn't see any adults on board. Was the child lost or worse… Abandoned? The boat was closing in towards the curse ship and he knew rescuing the kid will cost his life. "pay no heed towards the child, we must get out of range!"

The older man looked down at the commodore in shock. "But she could die!" Having a thought about the child getting killed by pirates is disastrous.

"So could we if we don't move!" The commodore shouted back and ran towards the wheel. "Lower the sails!" The older man glared slightly and looked up at the child. Her small boat bumped into the rig of the Pearl and he saw a couple pirate pulling her on board. He noticed how his ship is drifting away from the cursed ship as fast as they could and shook his head in disappointment as they couldn't rescue the poor lass.

~Back to Tavern~

"I'm still angry at our old commodore," The old man said as he looked down at the wooden counter with his hazel eyes and looked over at Elliot. "I knew the man was trying to keep us safe but I sometimes think he did that to save his own damned skin."

"What happened to her?" Elliot asked and the customer shrugged as he smoothed out his navy top.

"I wouldn't know," He told the boy and looked towards Monty. "We sailed away as fast as we could," He added sadly and looked down at the table. "Knowing the pirates, I thought they would've killed her," He pointed back towards the woman with his frail thumb. "But seeing her now, she's in good condition, better than I'd imagined."

Elliot stared at the old navy officer with his brown eyes and watched as he tapped on the countertop with his shaky index finger. Monty gave him a cautious stare and gave him another glass. The teenager looked up at the barkeep. "Over the past years, have she found out anything about her parents?"

Monty lowered his head sadly and wiped his wet hands on his white, stained apron. "She never found out about them…" He replied sadly and nodded. "She mentioned her mother a lot, but never of her father," He added and pursed his lips as he rested his hands on the countertop. "Hm, I don't think she met him."

"Possible the lass lived on the Pearl for many years to become who she is now," The feeble old man said more to himself and Monty nodded in thought. "But the real question is why hadn't they killed her?"

"Something must've happened." Elliot replied uncertainly.

"Aye," The customer replied shakily and grabbed the handle of the mug. "She might've have something of theirs."

"Five years ago when I first saw her, she was sneaking around the bread vendor outside this shop and when the stall vendor wasn't looking, she walked by and snatched a bread," He looked over to see another customer sat at the stool and faced Elliot with a pointed look. "I wasn't the only one that witnessed her, Norrington was making his rounds and spotted her, he pursued her and she got away just like that."

Monty walked over towards the customer and stood in front of him waiting for the order. The boy nodded in curiosity and crossed his arms over the table. "Oh…" Elliot muttered and played with his dirty sleeves, he faced Reaver, who was still asleep with the heartfelt melody playing. "That's how they met each other I take it, did you see her afterwards?"

"Oh yes," Monty replied as he emptied a cup out in a barrel and cleaned it out with a white cloth. "She came in to the tavern and asked for a room, and I gave it to her," He added and trailed off uneasily. She poured ale in the glass goblet and slid the cup towards the customer. "Even when she was fifteen, she knew how to…" He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Persuade me," He muttered and made a uneasy face. Elliot furrowed his brow at that. "I don't know exactly what went on during her voyage on the Pearl, but someone did a perfect job teaching her."

"What did she do?"

"She, uh, had a gun aimed at me." He replied quietly and looked down in shame.

"She was fifteen!" The boy told him in shock and Monty nodded dramatically.

"The best marksmen, she is…" The barmaid, Sandra, told the boy and handed Monty the empty mugs. "I witnessed her killing her first innocent victim." She stood next to the child and had her bejeweled hand resting at her hip.

"Thank you, Sandra." Monty said as he took the mugs and washed out every one of them.

"You know what I heard, lad?" Sandra asked with a seductive smile and Elliot shook his head. "She told us she had a thing for Captain Jack…" She started with a dreamy smile.

"Sandra!" Monty shouted alarmed and she faced him in shock of his outburst. "That was private!"

"Reaver told us, love." Sandra reminded him and had her hand resting on her hip. The barmaid Sandra, everyone always mistook her for a prostitute because of her clothing and her seductive accent. She grew up in Tortuga and came to Port Royal to get away from all the trauma.

"She told us the story, yes, but she was only fifteen," Monty told her and she raised a brow. He leaned in towards her and covered the side of his face as he whispered the next part, "She mentioned it was only a minor crush."

"Says her…" Sandra muttered with a snort and giggled as she examined her black nails. "I think he's just dreamy."

"A pirate that's dreamy…" Elliot muttered uncomfortably and Monty shook his head as he slowly covered his face with his hands. She brushed out her long brown hair that was up in a messy ponytail and wiped off the heavy lipstick above her lip. The old man caught sight of her and stared into her green eyes. Sandra rolled her eyes as the man kept staring and rubbed her temple with her middle finger. The teenager watched them uneasily.

The barkeep coughed. "Sandra, get to work," He ordered and she walked away with a smirk as the old navy officer kept his gaze on her retreating form, ignoring the subtle rejection. "Now…" Monty began with a sigh and faced the boy. "Nobody knows of her past… Nobody…" He started and started cleaning the table. "But one." He added after a pause and saw Elliot's shocked expression.

"What part of her past?"

"Her real name, parents, and everything I'm telling you."

"You?" Elliot asked and Monty shook his head.

"I don't know her parents or her name…"

"Who?"

"Captain Barbossa." A few nearby customers looked over at them in horror and Monty gazed at them before looking away uneasily. The old man looked towards the young barkeep slowly and narrowed his eyes.

"Who's that?" Elliot asked and noticed Reaver's monkey perked up at them alerted. He watched the horrified customers walk away from them and occupy some other tables. He noticed the monkey still looking up at them and saw it grin happily. "Someone evil, I'm guessing?"

"Insanely evil," The navy officer told him and the teenager faced him. "It's a curse if you even mention the name," He replied with his deep shaky voice and took a sip of his gin. "Never speak of him to Commodore Norrington."

"I heard he was once Jack's second captain…" Monty stated after resting onto his counter. "Until he and Reaver planned a mutiny."

Elliot looked towards the pirate and nodded as he was in thought. Could this captain be her father? No, she was kidnapped and there's no way she could've helped out with the mutiny. Elliot looked down and rested on his hand with a troubled look. Well with pirates, they must've forced the small girl to help them? No, what was she doing for a few years on the ship. Elliot watched as Monty glared at a drunk sailor harassing a customer. The first mate was raising her over the years I heard, so that can only mean one thing. "Maybe he and Reaver bonded."

Monty looked over at the boy and narrowed his eyes in thought. "Maybe…" He replied silently and looked over at the pirate, who shifted in her seat. Monty went over to a customer after an afterthought, "Maybe."