This story follows along the lines of the original movie, with some plot changes and one extra main character. (OC)

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean and do not take credit for the work of its producer, director, or any of the other people involved in its production.

This is my very first fan fiction ever and am gladly accepting any words of encouragement or criticism.

ENJOY:)

Chapter I: Attack on Port Royal

Fog swept over the settlement of Port Royal. It swallowed the moonlight and crept about the bay. A young apprentice, William Turner, working in the smithy swung open a window - he sensed something was astir.

Two men walked along the walls of the fort, discussing petty matters and events of the day.

"Ghastly weather, don't you think?" commented the elder of the two: the Governor Swan.

"Bleak, very bleak," replied the other: a newly initiated Commodore Norrington.

A man sat with his back against a wall, his three-cornered hat pulled down over his face. He listened, amused, to the intellectually - challenged prisoners in the jail cell next to his.

The infamous pirate, Jack Sparrow, he was - or, "Captain" Jack Sparrow, as he would refer to himself.

Suddenly, Jack stirred. Sounds of canon fire shot through the night, followed by many terrified screams.

"I know those guns!" shouted Jack excitedly, peering out of the small opening. "It's the Pearl."

A dark ship loomed out of the mist, its black, tattered sails silently blowing in the wind. The Black Pearl. "…crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out…"

The Pearl had released its long boats, and now, pirate after rampaging pirate swept through the streets - a massacre.

Most of the ship had emptied, and those still on board were preoccupied with loading and firing the canons. It was a perfect time for a captive's escape.

Down below the deck, in one of the cabins, a girl was working on a rather complicated lock. "I didn't think they liked me this much," she said to herself, referring to the pirates' means of preventing her escape.

Realizing her defeat, the girl stood up and leaned against the door. She closed her eyes and sighed, "If only I had my swo - whoah!"

There was a sound of breaking wood, and then the door swung open! The girl fell backward, hitting the hard floor. The wood to which the lock was attached was rotted and had finally given way, allowing the lock to break loose.

Surprised, the girl quickly got to her feet and glanced around. She soon spotted her sword, snatched it, and began making her way to the deck.

Meanwhile, the apprentice blacksmith, Will, was defending what he could from the invading pirates. Houses burned and townspeople fled. Commodore Norrington led a volley of canon fire from the fort. Amidst the chaos, Will spotted a group of the scalawags carrying off a young lady. It was Will's childhood friend, the governor's daughter, Elizabeth Swan.

"Will!" she cried, nearly drowned out by all the screaming.

"Elizabeth…" he answered, worriedly. He was just about to rush to her aid when one of the pirates came up behind him and bashed him on the head, rendering him unconscious. Elizabeth was taken.