A/N:OK so this is me re-writing this story b/c I'm not satisfied with it (but then again is any author ever satisfied with their work?) I finally got ungrounded (YAY!) so I will fix each chapter to come out better. P-diddy miny, P-puffy-bite-size, and puff-a-diddy-diddy-pun-fun-size! Ok so let's get started with this.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN POTC 2, no matter how much I wish I could be there.

Drink up me hearties yo ho...yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me...

I sat on the edge on the Pearl, humming the pirates song that Captain Jack had gotten stuck in my head. Jack had been gone awhile, inside some haunting jail that was so trecherous that you could hear the prisoners screaming in agony far out to sea, poor souls. Here I am sitting free as a bird onboard the Black Pearl, while they got their eyes gouged out by crows...disgusting. This was one of the cases when I was glad to be blind.

Jack had been acting on the odd side lately, and not the normal oddness. He was hiding something from me, some sort of unwordly secret that he did not want me to know. I could always tell when he keeping a secret.

Well he was defiently keeping one now. Gibbs was singing a song in a creepy voice to match how I felt about events to come soon. Call it a premonition. This premonition sent shivers down my spine and kept me awake at night, each time Jack denyed telling me what was troubling him so much. Stubborn ass pirate.

"Ah, there's Jack now." Gibbs confirmed.

Sure enough, seconds later, the crew waited as Gibbs pulled Jack onboard.

"Didn't go according to plan then eh?"

"Complications arose, ensued, and overcome." Jack explained.

"You got what you went in for then?"

"Mm..hm."

I had a vision of the crew standing in front of Jack and then the stupid monkey that I don't understand why we kept came and stole a cloth from Jack's hand. As the crew argued with Jack about wanting shiny stuff I counted down.

"Three...two...one..."

The monkey screeched and stole the cloth from Jack's hand just like I saw. A gunshot fired and he most likely shot it, for fun. I mean who doesn't have fun shooting that stupid monkey of Barbossa's? I mean the things pops up everywhere you turn and screeches in your face, like it's trying to make you fear it. And half the time when it't hanging down and I can't see it I end up colliding into it and then it scratches up my face. It's a big pain in the ass.

"You know that doesn't do any good." I commented.

"It does me." Jack responded.

"It's a key." One of the crew members told.

"No! Much more better! It is a drawing of a key." Jack replied, mispronouncing 'drawing' to make it sound slurred.

When the crew was silent, not caring that it was a key and that Jack went inside a horrible prison to get a stupid drawing of a stupid key, I tried to take some of the heat off. I was always saving Jack from something he screwed up. But their have been occasions when Jack cleaned up one of my messes, but rather than get caught in problems that happened in the past, I needed to focus on the ones at hand.

"Jazzy! Come on let's go into my cabin!" Jack called, after I had finished.

Before I left Gibbs took me aside.

"Do you have any idea what's got Jack fixed?"

"Not a damn clue. He won't tell me. All I know is, something not good is coming our way, so be prepared for the worst." I responded.

"Always am lassy."

"Jasmine!" Jack bellowed.

"Coming!" I shouted back, following the sound of his voice into the doorway so I wouldn't smack into the wall.

Jack closed the cabin door and sat me down in a chair. He rummaged through his drawers trying to find, most likely, his maps so he could try and figure out where he was headed. I propped my feet up on the table and stole an apple from the basket he always kept in the center.

"Remind me why Tia Dalma gave you a compass that doesn't work." I told him.

"I don't bloody know!" He snapped. "It just won't point me in the right direction!"

"Hmm...let's think as to why that is." I replied sarcastically.

While Jack worked on his maps, I thought back to Elizabeth and Will. I hadn't heard from them in months and, quite frankly, I was a tad concerned. I told them to let me know when the wedding would be, and it had been months since we got away. The navy had been chasing us since then. Then there was the approaching hurricane to take account for, which slowed us down quite a bit, giving the damn navy some advantage.

One day they almost caught us, only because Jack had too much rum (again) and was steering like the druken idiot he often was. I had to pry him away from the wheel and get us away from them. The hurricane helped a lot as well, which is kind of ironic since hurricanes normally destroy everything in their path.

"This compass is pointing everywhere!" Jack shouted bitterly. "It's pointing east, northeast, southwest, it's even pointing at you!"

"Ok then..." I said. "Oh and by the way when you pick up your rum bottle its all going to be gone." I told him after having another vision.

Just to be sure, he picked up the bottle. These weird visions I had been having often drove me up a wall, along with everybody else.

"Why is the rum always gone?" He complained. "Come with me to the rum storage."

The ship rocked and Jack nearly fell over. I managed to place a stray strand of my brown hair back into the bun before Jack took my arm and dragged me alongisde him.

"That's why the rum is always gone. Because you drink too much of it!" I replied keeping him balanced.

"Nonsense. Their is no such thing as too much rum."

"Right, when your half dead in a pool of your own vomit, then talk to me."

He pulled me along the corridors to the rum storage on the leaky bottom floor of the Pearl. I had been down their once, and that was when Barbossa saw through Jack's lies and locked the two of us in a cell. That was when I had learned the truth about my family.

I hated Jack for awhile, but began to understand his logic of the issue at that moment. But his cowerdice was completely unacceptable. But then again, he had always been a coward. I was braver than him, and I'm blind! I can't see if a bullet was going to be fired at my head, and Jack was constantly cowering in fear of the 'unknown'.

"We don't have much rum left." Jack complained, yet again.

"That's because you and your crew drank it all! You and your stupid questions. You ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer!"

Jack ignored me and pulled out the rum bottle.

"Time's run out Jack." A voice suddenly spoke from the darkness.

It made Jack jump and drop the rum bottle on the ground, which shattered. The voice was familar, but also brought back the chills I felt every time Jack wouldn't tell me what his deal was. I took Jack's hand and watched through his eyes as he lifted up a lanturn toward the corner of the ship.

A man or sea creature of some kind was sitting in said corner, a starfish plastered on the side of his face and a bunch of other sea things attached to him.

"Bootstrap? Bill Turner?"

A/N: All right that's it for chapter one. Please R&R you lovely people!

-16aqua