A/N: I hope you like this new fanfiction, it's going to be short, but I'm working on it. Set a few months after the movie.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with PoTC…sniffle

Part One: Welcome Home, Luna Bogs.

Chapter One: White Roses

Luna Bogs. Luna Bogs. Luna Bogs.

"Curse you, Luna", Jack whispered under his breath, a slight growl uttering from his throat. He just couldn't stop thinking about her. And it wasn't like Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl feel head over heels in love every time he attacked a merchant ship. One kiss, that's all he'd stolen from that ship, and Luna made sure of it. The scent of her golden brown hair lingered in his mind, along with her lips slightly brushing against his before colliding, bursting with the unknown. And it was gone almost as soon as it appeared, that intrigue of possible lust and possible nights spent tossing and turning on his bed, a chance she had done the same on the cot in his brig. Jack could still picture her bright, deep brown eyes, somewhere between chocolate and mud, looking at him as he leaned down to kiss her with a mixture of fright, lust, and numbness. His thumb all the while, stroking the weathered skin of her defined cheekbone. But then that stupid woman to steal his knife from his belt as well as his dignity. His arm was still sore where the blade had grazed it. Luna was horrible and swordplay and she had merely pinned his shirtsleeve quite well to the wood of his ship before somehow dodging her way back up to the deck and swam, swam back to her ship. The blundering idiots Jack had placed there didn't even notice his hail to warn them. But Luna seemed to have her own means of slipping onto ship and letting loose prisoners. Jack's man were over powered and Luna's ship, the Phoenix's Dream was a swift and annoying ship, that only just managed to avoid the Pearl's cannons. That was more than a week ago.

Jack knew Luna very well for the three days she spent on his ship. She was a stubborn ass, to put it simply. A shy, careful, demanding, annoying, stubborn ass. How she managed to be all these things at once was still a mystery to him. She was the puzzle he couldn't piece, the one link between him and the world he never knew, the world of the female mind. Jack grunted, laughing at his own thoughts as they flew together in a whirl of confusing forms that even he grew fear full of. There was one victory he won over her. While Luna was sitting in the brig, Sparrow went over onto her ship, and recovered a small wooden box from under her bed. Filling it was silly things a girl might keep. A lock of hair, golden like the sun, a snatch of ribbon, some coins that Jack had taken the liberty of pocketing, a small book, necklaces, feathers, and dead flowers. Grinning in his own annoying way, Jack turned from the helm, and called Gibs over.

"Hold her steady, I'm due for a drink." Not wanting to know anymore about it, Gibs have Jack a curt nod. Jack strutted over to where Ana Maria was sitting, tending to a torn sail. "Care to join me Ana?"

"Care to breathe that bile in another direction Sparrow?"

"Care to address me as Captain?"

"No, not really." Jack squinted his eyes at her, glaring at her just enough to make her roll her eyes before making his way down the quarterdeck steps and turning to the great door to his cabin. Those words sounded great, and so, Jack whispered them over, "My cabin." Grinning foolishly, he resisted the urge to kick open his door and walked into the threshold…and felt his insides drop at the sight that met his eyes. Rum bottles were scattered in every direction, papers and maps, logs and old clothing tossed all over creation. "How drunk was I?"

"Mighty drunk. And by the way, My name's not Luna, Jack. It's Scarlet. But you seemed to be having too much…fun at the time, so I thought I might hold off on telling you." Scarlet sat up from where she was lying in bed, a sheet wrapped around her, and a rude smile at her lips. She stood p and walked over to Jack, licking her lips before draping her arms about his shoulders and pressing her body against his. "Whoever this Luna is, I suggest you bring her over some time. I've never felt so ravished before."

Jack nudged her off him and pressed a doubloon into Scarlet's palm. "Get dressed." Leaving her in slight disgust, Jack went back onto the deck. It wasn't that light out, and they had just left Tortuga. "Gibs! Anchor the ship and be ready to launch a jolly boat. Ms. Scarlet seems to have forgotten to shove off." A slight growl came from behind him as Scarlet marched out of his quarters, sticking her nose in the air as high as it would go, almost as if doing that could make her better than the pirates drooling about her. Ms. Scarlet, in all her glory excepted the hand of Mr. Gibbs as she was hoisted into the jolly boat, and slowly lowered down. It was only until She was in the water, and the Pearl was sailing away, that she noticed no one had come with her to row her back to shore. Jack smiled to himself as her screaming rage echoed back to him over the water. Really, it wasn't that far to row, she was only outside the bay. But Ms. Scarlet clearly did not agree. "Yeh know, she's only going to slap yeh all the harder next time she sees yeh", came Ana's daunting voice from where she sat, her tongue rolling over the mimicked pirate slang. Jack winced slightly. "I admit, I didn't think that far. But thanks to yeh, Ana. I'll remember that." Jack turned back to the disaster area that was his cabin and sighed with annoyance. "This will take me all day to straighten out."

(A/N: By the way, Rhoswen means White Rose, so Luna calls her sister Rose)

Ms. Luna Bogs sat in her cabin, on her richly comfortable bed. Her younger sister sat in front of her, hissing slightly as Luna dragged her brush through her thick, grizzly hair. Luna's mind was only half on her brushing, for she was mostly pretending that the harder she brushed her sister's hair, the more pain it did to Sparrow. Finally, when little Rhoswen had just about enough, she yanked her 18-year-old identical head away and scowled up at her sister. "Is something bothering you, or are you just trying to rip my hair out?" Luna put the brush down on her dark green, plush bedspread and shook her head. "He took it, Rose", and Luna felt the tears swelling, "He took the box! Mother's box!" At once, Rhoswen was sitting beside her sister, her arm around her shoulders. "If I've told you once, I've told you five hundred times, Luna. Never take mother's box with you when you go off to sea. It was only a matter of time before you lost it."

"But I didn't lose it! That bloody menace of a pirate took it! Nothing else is missing! I swear, next time I see him I'll cut him, limb from limp, and then feed him to the sharks until there's nothing left!"

"Is it me, or do you always say that about every pirate who gets between you and your ship? Anyway, you wouldn't want Matthew to see you like this, right. I mean, who knows how long it shall be before you two are engaged?"

"Matthew? Matthew! Him and…him and me engaged? What are you thinking, Rose?!" Luna jumped to her feet and began pacing, thoughts flying from her mind to her mouth without her thinking. Sure, Matthew was a wonderful man; he even offered himself and a few of his men for a guard while she delivered her missed shipment, but he wanted a wife who would stay on land, and never leave. She could never do that. Trembling slightly, Luna sat down, worn out from all that the day had brought. A new sweat broke out upon her head. Groaning like she was ill, Luna reached for the bottle of Irish Coffee she always kept by her bed. 2/3rds whiskey, 1/3rd black coffee, not shaken, not stirred. But Rhoswen slapped her hand away and took the bottle out of her reach.

"Oh no, You're not getting drunk tonight. Matthew said he wanted to speak with you, and so you are going to speak with him. You have late watch tonight anyway, so it's perfect. And don't go getting Hogan to take your place. Just because he's your big brother, doesn't mean he doesn't want you safe and sound back on land with a good future."

An evil smile played across Luna's lips as she saw Hogan towering over Matthew, asking want he could want with his little sister. Hogan was talk, strong, and normally over protective of his sisters, wife, and two children, Owen who was three, and Trista, who was not even a year old. There was a firm knock at the door, and Luna had only enough time to pull a robe over her shoulders before Rhoswen opened the door, and Matthew came in, removing his hat and bowing to the both of them. "It's a fine, warm night, Ms. Bogs. I was wondering if you would like to walk with me?" Matthew pulled out an armful of seven white roses. "I heard they were your favorite." Luna was dying to say, "No, I hate roses, actually, they make me sneeze", but Rhoswen gave her a nudge in the side and Luna stepped forward and nodded to Matthew. "Why of course, Matthew. I'm sure Rhoswen would be honored to walk with you." Matthew's eyes grew large, and Rhoswen coughed to stop herself from gasping.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood me, Ms. Bogs. I wasn't asking Rhoswen, but yourself, for a walk."

Putting on a forced smile of foolishness, Luna nodded. She knew it wouldn't work, but it was worth a try. Luna walked out the door, and Matthew followed, bowing to Rhoswen as he left. But try as she might, Rhoswen couldn't help but think Luna had a point. She was just as beautiful as her sister, they looked just alike. And, Luna was six years older than Matthew, while Rhoswen was only a year younger than him! True, Luna would be the one to take over their father's shipping company, Hogan had already started up his own blacksmith shop, a partnership with some William Turner, who apparently was married to the daughter of the governor of Port Royal. Now, Rhoswen didn't enjoy thinking herself part of the gossip circle, but it was known that the Bogs were coming up in the world.

Matthew was a Captain in the Royal Navy, a very bad captain to be exact. In his service to the crown, he went through three ships so far, going after pirates far too great of his 25-gunner ship to handle. He was now using Luna's pirate problem as an excuse not to do his duties. His father was a simple doctor who happened to treat Commodore Norrington, who put in a good word for Matthew to his superiors. Plain and simply put, The Bogs were moving up, and Matthew Rogers was along for the ride. Luna wasn't even Matthew's type, Rhoswen thought as she cleaned the cabin she shared with her sister. Luna could never spend more than two weeks on land and if she had to, she grew very irritable and snappy. Rhoswen was simply tired of the sea. Everything bout it annoyed her, the smell, the storms, wind, no wind, the bad food, all of it. But Matthew Rogers had no interest in Rhoswen (or so she thought).

Sighing and picking up her book, Rhoswen returned to her warm, squishy chair and sat down in a way she would never have done if Matthew were in the room. Her hair was hanging in her face, her feet draped over the arm of the chair, and her legs crossed, making her nightdress fall down to her thighs. She didn't even notice the call to arms because she was so entrapped in the book, the swords clashing outside, or the door opening. That is until a pair of foreign lips pressed against her neck, making her freeze.

"Hello, Luna. Miss me terribly?"

Matthew walked along side Luna, bored, as she talked about how the science of sails worked. His mind was back in the cabin, at how Rhoswen had blushed when he addressed her by her first name, how she smiled kindly at him, and about his mother's insisting nag of a sister told him that only Luna would do for marriage. Matthew didn't see why Rhoswen wasn't good enough. Her hips and body were better formed for baring sons, her temper was quiet, and her manner everything a nagging aunt could ask for. It was the fact she was going nowhere fast, which annoyed his aunt, and stopped him from walking with her. Luna suddenly stopped talking and watched Matthew intently. "Well? You didn't just ask me to walk with you so I could babble on and on. What is it?"

Matthew took a deep breath, and cleared his throat. "Luna Bogs, I've known you for seven years to this very day. And I have admired your strength and your intelligence…"

Luna was lost after that. Her blood boiled. He wasn't after her heart; he was after her business! How could anyone stand him! Luna watched him as he stood there, taking his hand in his own, making the whole act look really. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just marry my sister, pansy and leave me alone", she thought to herself. He suddenly pulled out a red velvet box. Inside was a gold ring with Mrs. Luna Rogers inscribed in the gold. It wasn't an engagement ring, but a wedding ring, as if he wasn't stuck up enough, now this guy wanted to skip to the wedding! Matthew removed the ring, and a chain followed after. Luna was actually surprised, and this allowed Matthew's voice to seep back into her mind.

"…and that's why I ask you to wait for me, Luna Bogs. I can't be your husband yet, but I hope that in soul, we shall never be parted." Matthew slipped the chain around Luna's neck while she remained clueless to what he was talking about.

"Terribly sorry Matthew, but I didn't quite get that last bit. I can't be your wife because…"

"Well…I…ummmm…Yes, I still have a year and four months of service to the crown before I can continue with given freedom in both Navy and another life of my choice. Is that…so long to wait?"

But Luna never got the chance to answer. A large, black ship suddenly appeared out of the fog that had grown off the sea and air. Hogan, who happened to be near by (just in case Matthew got grabby), sounded the call to arms. Luna didn't have her sword or pistol. Matthew, seeing this very clearly, pushed her behind him, out of firing range. Luna, feeling every lost without her pistol (for she was only a good shot, nothing of a swordsman) and could do nothing but watch. They she studied the ship for the first time. "Damn", she whispered. It was the Black Pearl, and that god-forsaken Jack Sparrow.

A/n: So that's the first chapter, me harties! Review please, I hope this is my best so far, tell me if it's not. Cheers and hugs to all!

-The 5th Pen