This is my first fanfic, so R&R really well so i can improve on what is most definatly terrible.

I set it in a time before the mutany against Jack, before barbossa. So keep in mind he's quite a bit younger then he is in the movies.

I don't own anything but Jill.

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The Black Pearl, in all of it's mismanaged glory strode through the clear blue waters of the Caribbean. It's Captain, Jack Sparrow at the wheel, his first mate Gibbs at his side and his rum still clutched in his hand looked over the water ahead. They were headed for a small, barely charted isle off of Île à Vache, better known by the crew as 'Cow Island'.

On this island, there was supposed to be a chest containing a compass, which a certain fortune telling woman had promised would bring him much help and happiness, when he had presented her with the map leading to the area. As excited as he was initially, weeks of sailing off in one direction had eventually ruled out the need for constant orders, the ship was well stocked, and everything seemed to be in perfect working order. Indeed the pirates life had it's ups and downs, and right now Jacks boredom was a definite down. It seemed like hours he stood silently beside Gibbs, watching the waters ahead of them so intently they wouldn't have seen a damned Cracken arise from the water. Such monotonous idleness would do that to you.

Jack had given up on finding anything to do on deck he went for his quarters. The very moment he had his back turned the high pitched voice of a particularly short crew member shook him from his haze of a mindset. "Wha' was that?" He hadn't quite caught it the first time.

"Cap'in there's a lady in the water off the starboard!"

"A lady, eh?" He pranced his famous prance right over the rail and looked;

Indeed there was a lady, not far from them. She was not dead, or even floating. She was perched rather comfortably on what seemed to be a wooden carved phoenix figurehead on a ship. The girl was young, probably not much more then 20, he couldn't pick out what she was wearing but her hair was long enough to brush her bottom, and blonde enough to reflect the beating sunlight like a mirror. The ship she was sitting on had sunk, only the figurehead she was sitting on still poking out of the water, and the rest probably resting on a shelf. Jack's bewilderment was cut off by the same man asking if they should do anything. The young woman didn't seem to want to be rescued, but then again who wanted to be scooped out of the water by pirates?

"Don't be daft, swing over there and pick her up. We'll save you, luv!" Jack was at his wheel in a moment, giving orders and in no time the Black pearl had moved close enough to get a good look at her.

The girl was staring so intently at the horizon; it was almost chilling to the men who saw her. Her gaze was only shifted with the pearl blocked her view. It was a huge ship. Slowly but surely she tipped her head, getting a look at the men calling down to her. She did not look relieved, angry, confused, happy or even concerned that she was wearing but her underclothes and a tied cloth as a skirt.

As hands were offered to her she did not take one until Jack Sparrow himself offered his. He was the nicest looking one of the bunch, after all. To reach his hand from the surface of the water she had to stand up on the Phoenix's wing, as she aborted her curled up position, her chest was exposed. Just above her bra line on her left breast was a small tattoo of a sparrow. Jack's hand paused as he reached for her's when he saw this. He looked at her, and her first expression was a baffled one.

The captain's moustache twitched, and he quickly reached down, grabbed her under her arms and lifted her on deck. The oddness of the whole situation seemed to distract the men from the fact that the first woman they'd seen in weeks was half naked on their ship. All watched intently as the two stared each other down.

"Jill? It's Jack"

Her eyes, as rare as rest of her were two different colors, blue and green, they met his face as he said her name, and mouth opened slightly as a silent gasp escaped her burnt lips.

"Jack..."

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