Okay… This is my first Pirates of the Caribbean Fic. Like woah! That's weird… I can't believe I've never written them! Well… I've dreamed them… that should count! Oh well, here goes!

Oh Yah…

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or the characters… If I did, well… lets not even go there…

Oh Yah… (again)! This takes Place Before DMC

Chapter One

Elizabeth stood at the front of the Black Pearl. She dipped her hand in the sea and let it drag across the water as the ship moved along, under the careful command of their Captain, Jack Sparrow. She thought about when she would have to go back home, in two weeks. She would have to marry her fiancé, Will Turner. As she thought about Will, without realizing it, her slight smile turned into a frown. She hadn't wanted to marry Will, but he loved her, and it was part of the deal. The deal with Commodore Norrington. He had wanted to be married to her also, but since she refused, he had said that she must at least marry a decent man, from this Port. It seemed Will Turner had been the only decent man, at the time. But now she was stuck marrying a man she didn't love. All Elizabeth wanted was love. Love, and freedom. She never wanted to leave the sea, even if it meant turning pirate, which she had already pretty much done, anyway.

Jack Sparrow stood not five feet away from Elizabeth, at the wheel. He was the captain, it was his job to steer. He had to be a good captain, with a clean mind. Thinking about nothing. If he thought about nothing, he could concentrate on steering the boat. But Jack Sparrow could not concentrate. He had only one thing on his mind: the girl of his dreams. He had thought it was Scarlet, then Anna Maria, but, you can see how those relationships turned out. Now he had his eye on another pretty, young lady. Unfortunately, Jack Sparrow's new love was one he would never get. It seems that it always is that way. The best thing to ever happen to you is completely and totally: off limits. He was a pirate, though. Pirates were SUPPOSED to steal things… Girls should count to, right? He just didn't know if he wanted to do that to his friend…

Miles and miles away was Will Turner. He stood on a rock by the shore, waiting for the Black Pearl to show up and drop off the girl of his dreams. He knew that it would be another two weeks, but he hoped he would get lucky. He had wanted to go on the voyage with the rest of the crew, but he had been unconscious at the time. He was clumsy, and he had tripped over his donkey, and hit his head on the floor. Hard. When he woke up, the crew, and his fiancé, were gone. He hoped she had at least kissed him before she left. But she Must have. She loved him and he loved her.

Jack Sparrow was not paying attention to the wheel. He was still lost in his daydream. He didn't notice that he was heading right for a big, rocky island. Elizabeth noticed, though. She screamed his name, and it tossed Jack out of his trance. But it was too late. It wouldn't be long now before they were marooned on an island once again.

Well… this chapter was just kinda getting things set up. This was good, but the next ones will be better. I promise.

-The Pirate Princess