NOTE: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters in their movies. Jennie Sparrow is my own creation, not disney's.

NOTE 2: This takes place after the 3rd movie (released May 25 2007). There's not much reference to the 3rd movie, but there are small spoliers if you haven't seen it yet!

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From the corner of a small bar in Tortuga, a girl watched yet another brawl on the other side of the room. She sipped her ale and said nothing. She was a little thing, only five feet and an inch tall. From a distance, she looked like a little girl, only twelve or so. But her face was several years older. Still, not many people would have believed she had turned eighteen just a week past. Her eyes flicked left and right, following the movements of the fight. Only a few of the men were real fighters, most just knocked the others around and hurled chairs and bottles blindly. The girl almost wished the fight would spread to her corner, so she could show those idiots what she could really do. No one ever expects a little girl to actually fight well, she thought. I would love to prove them wrong.

She got her wish as a bottle smashed on the wall a few inches from her head. She was on her feet in a second, a blade in each hand. She scanned the room quickly for her attacker. Then she sighed, the grip on her knives relaxing. There was none. It had simply been a stray object, tossed wildly from the fight. She shoved her knives back into the sheaths on her belt. Reflexes, she thought, disappointed. She settled back into her seat at the small table and took a long swallow of ale. Then she froze. Someone had just come to stand near her table. She set down the mug and turned. A large man with an untidy beard was looking at her curiously from a few feet away. He seemed strangely familiar. He seemed a bit drunk, but otherwise alert. He spoke in a thick sailor's accent.

"Well, Mother's love, it wouldn' be Jennie Sparrow, now would it?"

"Gibbs?" she asked.

The man gave a loud laugh and thumped into the chair across from her. "I haven' seen you since you was little more 'n a sprout! How've you been?"

"As good as ever!" she grinned. Gibbs was right; she hadn't seen him since she was nearly thirteen. This old friend had known her parents, and was very well associated with her peculiar cousin. "I've only just come back to the islands, and I'm finding old friends already!" Jennie laughed. Gibbs had always been close, almost like a father, since her Da' had died at sea. "How's things for you?" She asked.

"Well enough since the Black Pearl's gone to Barbossa." He chuckled. "And with dear old Jack disappeared again."

Jennie's fists tightened. "How is 'dear old Jack' doing?" She asked. "Aside from being disappeared again."

"He was fine last I saw him," Gibbs replied. "Strange as ever, but content. The man's been pretty restless of late."

"When was the last time you saw him?" Jennie asked. "Or do you not remember?"

"Was a few weeks ago I saw him last." Gibbs said before disappearing into his tankard.

Jennie set her mug down hard. "A few weeks?" she demanded. "My cousin, Jack Sparrow, was here only a few weeks ago?"

Gibbs looked at her sharply. "Captain."

"Whatever," Jennie flapped a hand. "I don't care about his titles. I care about his location. Where is he now?"

"Couldn' say," Gibbs murmured, looking away.

Jennie narrowed her eyes. "You know where he is, don't you?" She leaned forward. "Gibbs, tell me where Jack Sparrow is."

"Captain." Gibbs repeated.

"I told you, I don't care about his titles!" Jennie snapped. "I care…" she stopped. Gibbs was watching her sternly.

"Why do you want to see him so badly?" he asked. "I thought you didn't care for his affairs. Naught but your own."

Jennie looked away. "That's changed since Beckett tried to destroy the pirates and all those associated with pirates. I-" she swallowed. "I watched my fellow students face the gallows. I saw my masters face the gallows. I am the only one of us left, and I have to help train others, so we can continue. But I can't do that without Jack."

"Why not?" Gibbs asked.

"Because…" she lowered her voice. "He has the mark."

"The mark of Jiian?" Gibbs whispered.

Jennie nodded. Only he and I have it. All the others who do have been killed. My most recent master, Jirevan, had it.

"Jirevan?" Gibbs repeated in disbelief. "You were trained by Jirevan? The greatest hand fighter in the Caribbean?"

"Yes," Jennie stood. "But I need Jack now, because he is a captain. He knows the sea and I don't." She closed her eyes. "And, at the same time, I am the only one alive who knows where Jiian is. Jack and I have to work together, if I want to preserve the Jiian Way."

"Jack won't do it if there's nothing in it for himself," Gibbs warned.

"Oh I know that," Jennie smiled. "And I have just the thing."

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