A/N: Hello :) I started this story a year ago, it had good reviews and all, but I lost all my inspiration for it... Plus my plot wasn't as well developed as I thought it was, so I had to stop it... but recently I actually got it back... during math... yeah, I know, strange how things like that happen, so I decided to revise it. I have at least five chapters written for it, including this one, and I fixed all the mistakes in them as well, (I was also horrified with the fact that I had missed so much when I originally edited it.) I'll try to update it more frequently than I did last time. I hope you enjoy it.

My Better Summary: Charlotte Hooke (otherwise known as Lottie Hooke) was a trusted friend of Jack Sparrow's since childhood. But two years after she had joined the crew of the Black Pearl, Jack had found out her and Barbossa were planning a mutiny on him. Ten years after they meet again in Port Royal and Lottie had felt guilty since the moment it had happened. She's willing to do anything to help Jack gain the Pearl back into his grasp along with gaining her previous relationship with him, it's harder than she would think. How little did Lottie know, though, that her feelings for him as more would make their way beyond her control.

Disclaimer: Although I wish to, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean along with its characters, like Jack, and its plot and dialogue that is from the movies. But I do own my OC, Charlotte 'Lottie' Hooke, unless I've been dreaming up someone elses character, but I highly doubt that, lol.

Prologue

Charlotte Hooke looked out onto the Caribbean Sea, the water was clear, smooth. Despite, what Barbossa had proposed to her the night before, she smiled for once that day. Charlotte was far from calm like the water, but she found her special place when she looked out onto it. "Lottie," she turned around to face a tall man who seemed like a menace in her eyes, he wasn't one a year ago, "Have you given thought to my proposal I mentioned to ye yesterday?" Her smile dropped down into a serious frown.

Lottie looked away from Barbossa and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes were transfixed on Jack who was standing proudly at the helm. The wind flared his dark dreadlocks and trinkets. That was her Captain. Her long time friend. "I did." She answered shortly. How could she not give it thought? It was all that she could think about. Lottie looked back at Barbossa and inquired, "If your plan works you say that I'll be your first mate?"

"Aye, you'd be my trusted mate." Barbossa confirmed, Hooke bit her lip nervously and guilty that she was actually considering this. Barbossa knew her too well. She was third in command of the Black Pearl and she was also in charge of the supply of the ship. Sparrow should've made her First Mate, but being later onto the crew the job was given to Barbossa before. But she knew him longer. She knew him from Shipwreck Cove.

Jack was the one who had given Charlotte her nickname, Lottie, which was now all she went by. The two had been through thick and thin, they knew (some) of each others secrets and lies that no other person would know about them.

Lottie had potential to be a Captain though, she was tough, strong-willed, but she doubted herself easily. Lottie wasn't the 'Captain' type, she was more of a second in command or third in command, and she gladly accepted that fact. Though, she was third in command, she was treated like Barbossa was treated. In fact, Lottie, did a lot more than Barbossa did indirectly, Barbossa didn't need to know that little bit of information though.

"It's wrong with the code." She stated and looked back at Jack. Him and her were the few pirates that appreciated loyalty. If she went through with this mutiny, her streak would be done. Lottie was raised on that code set down by Morgan and Bartholomew, studied it, she knew almost every rule and what was right and wrong along its guidelines. Lottie followed it.

Barbossa laughed, "The code is more of guidelines than actual rules." That was his motto. Charlotte glared at him and his laughing stopped. "Charlotte," he was the only member of the crew who sometimes called her by her real name. She had to admit, she hated that about him. He continued to her, "you and I both know that Jack is too much of a coward to go through with Isla de Muerta. He believes in that tall tale of the Heathen Gods."

"I don't blame him though," Lottie grazed her hand on the railing and defended Jack, "That tale is scary and it shouldn't be taken lightly. You can't blame him for being cautious."

He scoffed in response, "Charlotte, it's not but a mere ghost story, I assure you."

This was Jack's ship though, it didn't belong to anyone else. She couldn't see anyone else but him at the helm, basking in the Captain glory. How he came to acquire this ship, she had no idea, but she could tell that Jack had gone great lengths. This ship was his life. "He's a good Captain, though. I think we should trust him."

"He may be a good Captain," Barbossa had a feeling that Lottie wasn't going to be a pushover about this. He and the crew knew that she thought of Jack more than a Captain. They all could see it. It was only oblivious to the two of them. Barbossa tried persuading her, "but even good Captains don't know what is good for the crew around them. When, Charlotte, can you name the last time when we all did earn reward for our honest pirating?"

And mutiny was to him, 'honest pirating'? It was quite the opposite to her. And they had done their honest pirating! She could name plenty of times where she risked her hide for the sake of being a pirate in that year alone! Before Lottie could name a time or place, Barbossa interrupted her thoughts, "Ne'er."

"Never?" She questioned him and looked at him in disbelief, "We raided that port recently and we came out with a decent amount of not only gold, but other items that could be of use in wealth." Lottie looked over at Barbossa and somehow had the feeling that Isla de Muerta wasn't the only reason he had thought that Jack should be mutinied. Charlotte wasn't in the mood to point it out to him.

"But 's that enough? Think about," Barbossa saw her mind whirling with consideration and confusion on why she was actually considering this, "with me as Captain, we would be the most feared pirates on the Spanish Main. Everyone that would hear our names will shiver in their boots as they stand. Me, you, and the crew, are all worth that salt, thinks I." Charlotte looked down actually considering this more. Barbossa smirked maliciously as he added, "You and me are practically the same person."

Lottie looked at Barbossa in disbelief, "Believe it or not, I'm not as selfish." He tried not to roll his eyes at her. "'Tis true."

"Ye say that now, but I know ye. I know you better than Jack knows ye. Ye and me act on selfish impulse, we would do whatever it takes to get what we want. And what we want is," Lottie's eyes trailed away from Barbossa to Jack as he paused, letting the idea soak into her head, "more." She gulped... maybe she was just as selfish as him.

She wanted more, more than what she had, that was true. Barbossa smirk turned into a grin, a grin that the devil himself could wear. He tried to persuade her more, "The crew and I both know that it 's truly you who should be in my position at the moment. You're honorable, loyal, and is as tough as any man that can call himself a pirate. Ye deserved this, First Mate, and now that it is finally about to happen, ye would jump at the chance."

Charlotte smirked lightly at the idea, first mate, not many women were one, well not many women joined in acts of piracy or sailing. Lottie tried to shake the idea from her head, but it just wouldn't go away. There was a part of her that thought that this wasn't a bad idea. She was going to get what she deserved from Jack! Did he ever, at least once, gave her the appreciation and the consideration that she deserved? She was loyal to him, she was the most honorable in the crew, and she was the hardest worker out of everyone aboard this bloody ship!

And what did she get? Passed along, a mere pat on the back for her efforts. It didn't matter that Barbossa came before her anymore, she demonstrated more than what he had these two years.

The guilt from even contemplating this idea washed away. Barbossa's grin grew seeing Lottie's mind slowly change. She dropped her hand off the railing and stated with her eyes never leaving Jack, "I'm in."

Barbossa chuckled and stated, "Great. It'll happen tonight." That chuckle was of the devil himself, Lottie gazed at Barbossa as he walked away from her. Charlotte Hooke, never had thought that those words would come out of her mouth. Jack was her friend. Her friend since childhood. Jack stood proudly at the helm with his hand on the wheel, he looked toward Lottie and grinned brightly to her. He trusted her. She trusted him. But after tonight... it would change.

Lottie looked over at Jack trying to smile, but that smile was all it took for the guilt to come rushing back to her. What had she just agreed to?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it!

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