Disclaimer: I don't own the Pirates 2 story and/or script. All the credit goes to Ted and Terry. The one thing I do own is Alex.

YAY! Be excited. I am starting the new story. I know I just finished yesterday, but I got home early today so I had some time to finish up the first chapter.

Now, its the same plot as the movie only with the whole AxN and Ax?. I put the question mark because it's the surprise kiss. I hinted at it so many times (well not really) in my first story that you should have some idea on who it is.

Also, the beginning (in Italics) is made up but it might be an idea (or not for the 3rd movie) that I could use. The whole thing was based on when Elizabeth is sitting in the rain in the beginning of the 2nd movie. Only the role switched and it takes place on a ship with a bunch of familiar characters. And, keeping in my costume spirit, the dress in the beginning is based off another Marie Antoinette dress. I wish I could post a picture BUT I CAN'T. So if you have the site from earlier, just go back to where I instructed. It will be on the bottom row and should say blue dress or something of that nature. If you cannot find it, leave a review and I'll give you it.

So without further ado, here's the first chapter.

Rain pelted down onto the decks of the ship. Various men stood around one both sides of the deck, along with a group of courageous looking men and one woman, and they were being held back by stone-faced guards. It seemed to be a wedding procession that was in progress. The rain was drizzling at first but now it was pouring down. It seemed to mirror the sadness of the young woman behind the doors, about to be wed. At the front of the ship, under an elaborate Chinese cover decorated with gold and reds, stood a tall man, hidden in the shadows. From the way his figure was standing you could see this man meant business. The entire deck was hushed except for the woman, who wept softly at the scene that was about to unfold. All the men she was with stood in pure silence. Their pleading and bargaining had done no good to save the young woman about to be wed. Four men stood front and center, along with the woman who wept. One was a young man, who had a comforting arm around the woman, but his face mirrored a deep sorrow. The next was a man who looked as if he had seen better days. His clothes looked to be of someone of great importance, but they were covered with dirt and grime. His face was also covered in dirt and his hair was unkempt. The next was a much older man with an elaborate feather in his hat. His face looked hard and weathered and as he fingered the hilt of his sword, he turned to the last man. The final man could be described as a picture of grief. His face was handsome, even with the hard as stone eyes and streaked eye coal. Around his long, brown hair he wore a red bandanna and his belt had various knick-knacks. This man stared at the man in shadow with a gaze of hate. Suddenly the doors to the captain's quarters opened. The people all turned to look at the young woman who made her way slowly down the makeshift aisle. Her curly brown hair was flowing freely down her back but was becoming wet since she refused a veil. Her dress was simple and beautiful. The man in the shadows had tried to get her into the traditional Chinese garb dress but the young girl would have none of it. So the dress she wore was one that was stored away from prying eyes. It belonged to a young woman that had died on this ship. It seemed to be styled after a French queen. The dress was light blue with a red belt at the waist. The sleeves had a wide cuff, a row of 3 fabric covered buttons, and a row of trim. Her chest was exposed but not in a way that was considered unladylike for it simply hugged her in the right place. The dress appeared to be one length but when the young girl walked down the aisle, the back was seen and when she walked, the train of the dress flowed over the deck beautifully. You could see that the bodice back and the skirt were one. The girl's feet however were barefoot and in her hands she carried a tiny bouquet of blood red roses. Where they had come from, the people did not know. Despite her beautiful dress and carefree locks of curled hair, her face told a much different story. It was pale white, unlike the natural tan of her skin, and tears mixed with the rain that was still pelting down. Her eye coal ran like rivers down her cheeks and she made no attempt to wipe it away. Her lips, that once were pale pink, were now raw and red from the constant biting that she did when nervous. The girl walked slowly, as if every step led her closer and closer to unhappiness. When she passed the three men and the lone woman, she stopped and turned to them, sadness etched in her face. The men looked down and the woman wept more at the sight of her friend in such pain. The girl looked away and continued her walk to someone she did not love and was bargained off to, but on accident. They had never imagined it would go this far and it seemed their comrade would pay the price of their foolishness. When she finally reached the man in the shadows under the cover, he took the girls cold, wet hand into his own and grimaced when he saw blood from the thorns of the roses. The girl had held them so tightly that now she had pricks in her fingers. The man shook his head and took her other hand and rubbed the both of them for warmth. But the girl made no attempt to thank him. 20 year old Alexandra Sparrow only felt the numbness that had consumed her ever since Will had made this bargain for her. The man looked down at her and opened his mouth to speak. "Alex? Alex are you still on watch," the man said. Alex shook her head and realized that it was the voice of Gibbs. Her vision became cloudy as well as the faces and the beautiful dress that she was adorned in. Before it ended, Alex saw the man's face almost come into view, before her vision left her and her green eyes snapped open.

"Alex! Are you still there," Gibbs said to her, waving his rum bottle in front of her face. Shaking the vision from her mind, Alex put a cold hand to her forehead and swallowed. "I'm fine Gibbs. Nothing to worry about here. But we should really be keeping a sharp eye out for father. Seeing as how he's been gone a good day. So stop swigging the rum and keep a look out," she said. Gibbs looked at her and blinked before swigging another drink of rum and walking off, singing the song Liz had taught her father when they were trapped on the deserted island.

Alex smiled at the thought of her best friend. There was no sense in calling her a sister, since they were not even related. But Liz and her father had kindly taken her in when she had no where else to go. She was grateful for them both. Giggling to herself, Alex remembered that Liz owed her a shilling. All because of Will. He had loved Liz since the moment he saw her and now they were finally together. Alex had gotten a few letters from the both of them but the last one was a mere 3 months ago, when they informed her they would be getting married and would send word when they set a date. There had been no word sense.

She was also informed that Norrington had chased after the crew of the Black Pearl the day after they left, in the hopes of catching them. As a result he had lost all his men in a hurricane and had resigned his commission and had not been heard from sense. In a way, Alex felt sorry for him. He had lost his fiancée, his pirate catch, and his whole crew. Alex did not want to admit it, but she felt that he became a broken man after Liz had declared her love for Will.

Alex thought back on the past year. Her father had pillaged and plundered and all the good pirate things. Alex herself learned to sword fight and shoot a gun properly. She had also helped, along with the crew, on a few ransacking missions. Through it all, she had somehow found time to do something she had never been allowed to do by herself. Shop for dresses. Now she had a full closet full for when she had to play the part of a young woman of society in order to distract people from her father and the crew and whatever they were doing. Her current attire was more her though. Black shiny boots, tight breeches, a white shirt and a leather lace up vest over that. Her shirt was tucked into the breeches and a belt hung from her waist. It was her mothers, so along with her sword and gun, she had various knick-knacks like her father. The wedding rings of her parents included. The only trinkets of any kind, that she wore, were her sparrow necklace, and a giant silver and purple stone ring on her index finger. A hat rested on her head, covering her wind blown and tangled brown tresses. Her hair was more in a wave now, since she had no intention of curling her hair, except for when she had to. Other than her tan, which had darkened, Alex had never changed on the inside. She was still the witty, fun loving, caring person she had always been. Only a bit more cunning.

"Not quite according to plan," Gibbs voice broke out. Alex turned away from the dark sea to see her father, Captain Jack Sparrow, come over the side of the ship, hat crooked on his head. Smiling, Alex briskly walked to his side and hugged him. Jack hugged her back before letting his daughter go, and walked towards the captain's quarters. "Complications arose, ensued, were overcome," Jack said, while trying to make a quick exit. But Alex and the crew were not letting him go so easy. "You got what you went in for did you," Gibbs said. Jack thrust his hand into his coat and pulled out a weathered piece of paper and waved it around. Alex and Gibbs looked at each other, their eyebrows raised.

Jack kept on walking, hoping to avoid conflict, but the rest of the crew stepped in front of his path, blocking any sort of escape. "Father I think the crew, meaning Gibbs here as well, were expecting something a bit more..shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear shaped, reclaimed by the sea, and the treasure with it," Alex said, softly trying to get her father to tell them his secret. "And the royal navy chasing us all around the Atlantic," one crewmember piped up. "And don't forget the hurricane," Marty said. The crew all murmured amongst themselves, while Alex and Gibbs hoped for the best.

Jack looked around at his crew and to his daughter and Gibbs. "Shiny?" Gibbs nodded and said, "Aye shiny." Jack looked to Alex and quirked a brow. "Is that how you're all feeling, then? That perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain," he said. Someone would never have dared answer that question, but someone did anyway. "Awk! Walk the plank!" It was Cotton's parrot, and since Cotton was a mute, all eyes turned to him and his parrot. Jack took out his pistol and pointed it at the bird "What did the bird say," he said, annoyance in his voice.

Alex rolled her eyes and shook her head. At times, she truly felt that she was surrounded by a bunch of idiots. "Do not blame the bird. Show us what is on that piece of cloth there," a crewmember said towards the back. But before Jack could say anything, a furry blur dropped down from above and grabbed the paper from Jack's hands. It was Jack the Monkey and how he had found his way onto the ship, no one knew. Alex watched in a stupor, as her father attempted to shoot the monkey with his pistol, but it misfired. Jack grunted an inaudible curse word and grabbed a pistol from another crewman. He then turned and blasted the monkey while it was on the deck. The monkey dropped the cloth and scurried away into the rigging.

"You know that don't do no good," Gibbs said to Jack. "Does me," Jack replied. Alex watched as Marty came forward and picked up the cloth from the deck and inspected it. "It's a key," he said, after a minute. Jack held up his hands in a comic fashion and brushed past everyone. "No! Much more better. It is a drawing of a key," he said, retrieving the cloth from Marty. Crossing her arms over her chest, Alex walked forward, along with the rest of the crew to see what this drawing looked like.

As the crew leaned forward, Jack stiffened and said, "Gentlemen, what do keys do?" The crew all became silent before a crewmember named Leech said," Keys unlock things." "Good one," Alex said, rolling her eyes. Gibbs nudged her in the side before turning back to Jack. "And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!" The crew all looked to Jack for confirmation, who in turn smiled and said, "No."

"No," Alex said. Jack frowned and walked closer to his daughter and the crew. "If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?" Apparently no one caught his slurred speech, except for Gibbs and Alex. "So, we're going after this key then," Alex questioned. Jack made a face at her before saying, "You're not making any sense at all love."

Alex's jaw dropped and she scuffed her boot against the deck in annoyance. "Are there any more questions," Jack said. "So..do we have a heading," Marty asked. Jack snapped his fingers, before retrieving his compass out of his coat pocket. He opened it but was puzzled to see it spinning rapidly in various directions. "Set sail in a... mmm... a general... in that way – direction," he said, pointing his finger various ways. "What the hell," Alex said, confused by her father's behavior. Not that it was normal but her father always had a heading.

Jack closed his compass, before turning to the crew and said," Come on, snap to and make sail, you know how this works. Come on. All of you." He then turned and walked quickly into his quarters and shut the door. Alex looked around at the rest of the crew hustling about the deck, getting ready to sail away. Seeing that she was not needed, she gathered by the railing along with Marty and Gibbs. "Have you noticed lately... The captain seems to be actin' a bit strange... –er," Marty said. Gibbs and Alex looked at each other and gave a knowing glance. "Settin' sail without knowing his own headin'? Somethin's got her father vexed. And mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all," Gibbs said to Marty. He then walked away from the deck, leaving Marty and Alex to ponder over his words.

"Well. As much as I want to keep watch tonight," Alex said, trailing off. Marty looked over to her and patted her hand. "Don't worry Alex. You kept watch all day. I'll do that duty tonight so you can get some sleep." Alex smiled kindly at him, and kissed his cheek, before turning away from the railing and walking away. She maneuvered her way through the crewmembers and walked down the stairs to her mother's old cabin, which she had declared her room. Lighting a lantern, she shut her door and jumped at the lighting that seemed to be getting closer with every strike.

Off to a good start so far yes? Hope so. Well then leave me some good reviews to come home to, since I will be leaving for the weekend.

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