Summary: For all your life you haven't been able to speak. No one ever understood you. But when a pirate captain takes an interest in you, you might just find someone to understand your secrets

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Pirates of the Caribbean except a small coin imprinty thingo I got from Disneyland and perhaps a poster or 5.

Chapter 1

You walk the streets of Tortuga. You are exhausted. It was an hour trip from your small house to the town and you persisted on walking there and back every night. Upon reaching the town you take time to look around. You have walked these streets thousands of times but never has it looked so strange. The faces on the occupants of taverns laughing but yet look so cold. A small child is crying in a corner. There is no mother around and is probably also fatherless. Your heart reaches out to these people and you look at the small child with sad eyes. He looks up at you and calms down a little.

The others around you looked like they were having fun. Drinking, laughing and fighting followed with a bit more drinking was a common practice in these parts of town. You were never invited to join though. People seemed afraid of you for some reason, like you were diseased or something. Truth is people just didn't know how to communicate with you.

Since before you were a little girl you had always wondered why you couldn't talk. The thought plagued you night and day. You had taught yourself how to read and write a few basic requests and you constantly asked your parents the question. They always avoided it though and said they would tell you when you're older. That day never came though. The night before your fifteenth birthday, your parents had gone out to have a drink. You waited up as long as possible for them to come home before you fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to find the house empty again. You had headed to the tavern where your parents said they were going just as two men came out carrying your father. His body was limp and his eyes shut. Stunned you ran into the tavern. "Get her out of here. She doesn't need to see this!" the old man behind the bar who you recognised as Patrick, yelled and another man grabbed and pulled you outside.

You broke down crying in the man's arms and he picked you up and carried you home comforting you. Once you had calmed down a bit the man told you your parents had been mistakenly caught up in a very nasty bar brawl and been killed.

That was seven years ago and you had been alone ever since.

You walk into the Faithful Bride as you had done every night since that fateful day. Tonight was different though. You had arrived a little later than usual and different people seemed to be occupying the tables. You sit down at your usual table and scan the room taking in the new people. One man specifically caught your eye.

You couldn't see much of him as he was slightly turned away but from what you could see he had the most beautifully tanned skin you had ever seen, most of which was covered by a dark mass of unruly hair that was either dreaded or plaited. A small bone hung out from the side of his head and a line of intricate beads were threaded to a strand of hair. A long blue captain's jacket covered most of his body but a blue pair of breeches and brown mid-calf boots was visible under the table.

He was laughing and drinking with the other men at his table but yet something within him looked sad almost incomplete. You stare at him trying to work out what it was about him that was missing but before you work it out, one of his fellows caught you staring. He whispers to the man and nods in your direction. He gets up and sits down at your table. Cocking his head to the side his gives you a glance. You get up and run from the bar before he reads what you are thinking but not before committing the man's profile to memory.

Jack looks at the woman across the table from him. She does not keep eye contact for very long but from the brief glance he does get he can tell she has a secret. Something she hasn't told anybody. He could see it in her eyes. Something about her eyes caught his attention but when he looks deeper she looks away and runs off.

He stares after her as she leaves. Not many women, if any, ran away from him like that. He just had to find out more about this mysterious girl. He heads over to the bar to talk to one of the bar tenders.

"Ah Jack mate! What can I get ye?" the man booms to him. He is not interested in a drink though and the man's face falls slightly when he is told. Jack Sparrow not wanting a drink? That was a very rare occurrence. Rum was the main reason Jack visited the Faithful Bride. If it wasn't for rum then it was for information. The bar tender finally caught on after a couple of seconds. "What did ye want te know Jack?"

"Ah ye know me too well. That girl though, the one I was just with. What's her name? Tell me what you know about her mate."

"Who? Estelle? You know her Jack. You see her every time you come in here." The bartender looks slightly annoyed. Estelle was one of the most well known whores around town and always came to the Faithful Bride. 'Good for business' he always thought.

"No not her. That other one. The brunette. Didn't say much. Had a blue dress on. Ring any bells?" Jack was starting to tire from this already.

"No sorry Jack. Don't know much about that one. Try Kaitlyn though, she might be able to help you." He motions to a young faced barmaid standing at a nearby table. She had shoulder length, brown, wavy hair and was smiling and laughing at one of the younger men at the table she was serving. She had unusually tanned skin for a barmaid and Jack thought she was quite pretty.

As Jack made his way over to her, her male friend said something to her and she blushed profusely masking her face with her hands. Jack felt a little guilty for having to end her fun but he needed information.

"Excuse me luv, may I interrupt?" The girl swished around quickly, her face still quite red from laughter.

"Captain Sparrow! I haven't seen you around here for a while. How can I help you?" Her voice was slightly high pitched and rang in Jack's ears. A small piece of her brown fringe falls in front her eyes and she brushes it away with an enthusiastic flick of her head. Jack was finding it hard to concentrate around this girl. Why did she have to be so happy and flirtatious?

"I was told you might be able to give me some information on that girl I was sitting with." Jack asks hoping this girl might be of some use.

"Oh her! She comes here every night. Lovely girl. Never heard her say anything though." She scrunches her nose up in thought. "What did ye want to know?"

"Her name? Perhaps where she lives if you could." Thank the gods this girl knew something.

"Her name? Don't know about her first name but her parents went by the name of Bennet. As for her residence, she lives about an hour that way." She swings her arm out and points north before bringing her arm back to her side. "Why do you want to know anyway?"

He is about to answer when Kaitlyn's friend comes up behind her ands wraps his arms around her waist making her shriek and giggle in surprise. Feeling his answer would be wasted even if he said it; he walks away from the couple and sits back down at a table by himself thinking.

Why did she come here of all places every night? A lot of people did but they all came together and drank. She sat by herself just looking, judging. Wishing perhaps that she could join in.

Everyone looked as Jack jumped to his feet and promptly left the bar. He told no one where he was going and no intention to either.

You walk by yourself as usual back to your house. You had left earlier than you usually leave so there is still a little bit of sunlight lighting your path. Even still, there should be a little more sunlight than there is. A storm is expected for tonight. Storms worry you. The little house left by your parents is by no means the safest house built but you call it home.

You head inside the unlocked door and search for some candles in the darkness. All of a sudden you trip over something that doesn't belong. You head contacts with the side of a chair and daze's you. You sit there and cradle your throbbing head before deciding to just go straight to bed. You get up and head towards the narrow stairway when once again something that doesn't belong obstructs your path making you trip. That was it, you had to find the candles and find out what was going on.

The small cabinet next to the stair case housed two or three small candles. Crawling over to it, you fumble around until you find one and a match. The small candle casts an eerie glow around your small house. It was in ruins. Tables and chairs had been turned over and broken, the few cushions had been torn open and your mother's delicate crockery smashed. You couldn't bare to look at the sight before you. Who would do such a thing?

Everything your parents had left you had been destroyed. You had nothing left anymore. Grabbing a bag with some extra clothes and the few trinkets that had survived, you leave your house again wishing to never return again. You couldn't deal with the pain of having nothing left to cling to your parents to. You started heading towards town again hoping to get there before the rain started. You had a plan already set out in your mind. You would find a ship to a new town and start again. You hope.

You are about halfway into town when the rain comes. It wasn't just light drops either. The rain came down in heavy sheets drenching you within seconds. You wander on thinking your day cant get any worse. A small cave entrance comes into view ahead on the left. It isn't big but it will at least shelter you from the rain.

Heading through the mud and shrubs, you crawl into the cave and curl up into a ball, protecting yourself from the weather. As the rain came down like it was never going to stop, your thoughts returned to the scene of your poor little house. Everything smashed up and destroyed. Why did whoever it was do that? Were they looking for something? Warm tears well up in your eyes and despite your best efforts you begin crying. Your sobs drown out the loud crashes of thunder to your ears and before you know it you succumb to sleep.