Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Carribean

...How long has this been bouncing around in my head?

...wait...why would you know?

...don't answer that question...

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Part 1

The hot Caribbean sun shone down on the Black Pearl with the intensity of hellfire. There was no wind to cool the baking crew and the sea was calm. There was no land in sight.

And it had been going on for three bloody days!

Captin Jack Sparrow had lain on the deck, empty rum bottle in hand, for most of the day sleeping. His crew was a similar mess, though some had the sense to strip off shirts and excess layers. Some even prayed for wind when they felt up to it. It was dead quiet, only the soft splash of the water against the'Pearl's hull was heard. Anna Maria knew that if this kept up, someone was going to go sane.

Unlike the rest of the crew, Anna Maria worked hard at entertaining herself. She sang songs to herself, she organized the lower decks, and she invented a game involving Jack's sleeping form and her hand, all the while keeping an eye on their surroundings, just in case the royal navy found them in this hopeless state.

But the waters' surface remained empty, and there's only so long slaping Jack into a wakeful state is entertaining. She had only now become bored of singing 'A Pirates Life for Me', seeing as it was just about as bad as being married. She leaned against the deck rail and starred at the sea, hoping for a miricle that wouldn't come.

It was a miricle, but not necessarily a good one.

Something apeared on the water in the distance. At first, Anna though she was seeing things, but then the wind kicked up and she ran to the Captin, yelling, "We've got wind, boys!"

Before the half asleep captin could react, Anna snatched his spyglass from him and focused on the from. It was a ship, but not just any ship.

No flags, no banners, and an odd shade of color, it seemed to be a pirate ship. Of course, by now, Jack was on his feet and snatching his spy glass back.

"What're you lookin' a'?"

She pointed towards the rival ship. "It's a ship, Cap'in, and she's not showin' any flags."

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The wind whipped her hair into her eyes, making the task at hand rather difficult. She faced three huge men, each with his own sword or gun.Their only job was to keep her from doing anything stupid, but the start of that failing was when they forced her into a 'corner' backed by a rail; the only thing keeping her from open water.

Slight problem with the pirate crews' plan was that she liked water, and fish, and the aqua color for that matter. She smiled knowingly before leaping off the side of the ship. She had seen the ship in the distance and had a feeling things were about to get violent. She started to swim powerfully towards the other ship, forcing herself not to laugh as the ship she just escaped became much louder. A ransome ain't much good when you're missing the hostage.

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Not my best begining, but who ever said I was good at writing?

...wait...that's another question I don't want answered.

R&R!!