Ever wonder what it was like for Jack Sparrow when he was growing up? Well this is my idea of his childhood. Now I must make this clear that I do NOT own ANY of the pirates of the Caribbean people or props and all that jazz. This is simply 100 of my imagination. I hope you enjoy and PLEASE tell me what you think. I will not post the next chapter until I get at least three reviews. Enjoy!

Mya

Ten-year-old Mya Black gazed out of her bedroom window and sighed.

"Another normal, boring day in Port Noxx." She said to herself. She rested her head on her hand and blew away a stray strand of her perfectly curled hair out of her deep sea-green eyes.

Her window was quite large and a ledge underneath it was wide enough to be a day bed. Here, Mya spent countless hours pondering. Most people would think that being the governor's daughter would lead an exciting life for a young woman but Mya despised it. Oh how she wished to sail the seven seas; or at least one of them. She had a perfect view of the Caribbean Sea from her bedroom window and each day a stronger urge to run away from home, board a ship as a stowaway and sail away became stronger. Mya was born to sail; she could feel it. Not as a pirate hardly. She wished to navigate with her father when he went out once a month for a couple of days at a time but Governor Black forbade his daughter within fifty feet of the docks. Instead she was forced to stay home and take sewing and cooking lessons from hired teachers.

So much was expected from Mya and she didn't want to have anything to do with it any longer. She was expected to look, talk, act and live like the most perfect child in Port Noxx, and the servants made sure of it. Each day her black hair was done up in the latest fashion, using countless bottles of hairspray and bobby pins. Lucky for her though they didn't have to apply any makeup to her face. Her obvious Hawaiian complexion and green eyes made any makeup they tried on her look dreadful. She was much better off with no makeup at all.

But this didn't stop the maids from making her look like a princess. Her wardrobe consisted of many dresses, most of which were dressed up in satin, silks and velveteen; all of which would have cost a fortune each. But no amount of money was too much for the governor to spend on his daughter.

Although her father didn't want Mya wearing corsets until she was well sixteen, she didn't need it. Her small body was trimmed well with no excess fat even though they did have quite a lot of dinner parties with much a feast every week, the servants and maids made sure Mya didn't over-eat. Governor Black would not have a fat child.

Now, you may have noticed Mya's mother wasn't mentioned once during this introduction. Let me take you a few months back to a very important date in Mya's life.

Governor Black was having another dinner party, but this one was something special. Captain Matthew Vesta was promoted to Commodore Matthew Vesta and Cutler Beckett was promoted to Captain Cutler Beckett. They were Black's most trusted and favored men in his small army. Sitting at the head of the table was Governor Black and to his left was his wife Stacy and to his right their daughter Mya who was looking exceptionally beautiful that night. It was her mother Mya got her looks from. She was darkly tanned and one hundred percent Hawaiian.

Also at the table was the new commodore and captain of the navy and their family and also some twenty soldiers. All was going well, maids filling up Champaign (milk for Mya) and plates of food. Everything was in perfect order until…

"Governor Black!" A soldier rushed into the Grand Dining Room followed by two others. No one usually just barged into the Governor's dinner parties, unless they had an extremely good reason. The Governor stood up.

"What is it Mr. Anthony? I am in the middle of a very important dinner party." He said calmly, resting his hands on the table.

"I understand sir." Mr. Rufus Anthony was breathing hard, and looked scared. "Port Noxx is being invaded sir," He took a quick breath. "Pirates!" The room gasped and even a few shrieks and cries from the women. Mya on the other hand grinned. "Pirates!" It had been her dream to meet a pirate.

Commodore Vesta stood now.

"Governor Black, with your permission sir I will lead your troops into this battle and any pirate who isn't dead will be clapped in irons and safely behind bars, awaiting the gallos." He said bravely.

The room of people all turned their attention to Black, awaiting his answer in dead silence.

"Very well Commodore, I trust you will keep my family and Port Noxx safe."

"Yes sir, you have my word as Commodore." The soldiers and new Captain stood up and left the room with loud scraping noises from the chairs being rubbed against the hard stone floor. Soon the room was empty of all soldiers; all that remained were their families in panic and the Governor and his family. Black turned to his wife and daughter.

"Stacy, Mya, I want you both to barricade yourselves safely in my office, I must help the Commodore."

Stacy nodded and took Mya by the hand.

"Come Mya." She said walking her away.

"But mother, I wish to watch father."

"Don't be so foolish Mya, you'd be killed. Now come." Stacy said leading her down a series of long hallways. When turning one corner that lead to the front door they ran into three figures though they weren't soldiers. They had mass weapons, blood stained and sharp. Their dress code was, well, dirty. They reeked of dead men and sweat, not a good combination.

"Pirates." Mya whispered to herself. It was her first REAL encounter with pirates, and in her own home too!

Stacy screamed, pleading for help as one pirate grabbed her firmly by the neck. She let go of Mya's hand and begged her daughter to run.

Mya was scared, what were they going to do to her mother? She bit her lower lip and tried to run but one of the other pirates grabbed the back of her dress and lifted her off the ground laughing. Her feet were dangling helplessly a few inches of the ground. She screamed and kicked her feet around but it was no use.

"Lookie 'ere Gabbon, we got the Governor's pretty an 'is seed!" The pirates laughed again.

Mya scowled and did all she could do. She bit the man who had a hold of her as hard as she could on the hand. When she tasted blood she let go. The pirate screamed in pain and dropped her. In that split second Mya jumped to her feet and was able to get away. The third pirate took out his pistol and started firing at her, luckily each one missed.

Mya didn't stop running until she was well hidden in her father's office.

Her heart was beating hard and fast as she awaited her mother's arrival to join her in hiding but that moment never came. Mya had been crying, both of fear of her mother's life and of her life. Feeling extremely exhausted, against her own will Mya fell soundlessly asleep.

When Mya awoke, it was early morning. She crawled out of her hiding place, noticing the pirates had long gone and went in search of her mother or father.

"Mya! Oh thank God!" Her father embraced her, holding her close to him when she found him talking to the guards near a blacksmith's shop.

"I had feared the pirates had taken you as well."

Mya could tell that he had been crying and wondered why.

"Father, where is my mother?" Mya asked. The Governor placed both of his hands on his daughter's shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.

"Myandrallene," Her father began. Mya swallowed. It was a big deal when her father used her whole name. "Your dear, sweet mother…is dead."

And that's what brings us back to this story. Governor Black now a widow and Mya motherless. It took both Mya and her father a few weeks to get back to normal and the funeral didn't help any. Black also refused to talk about Tracy, even with Mya.

Mya left her wind and walked around her room some. It was a beautiful day outside but Mya did not want to go out and play. Even if she did she had no one to play with. All the other children her age thought Mya to be a snob and would have them and their family thrown in jail or be hung because they wouldn't want to play what she did. But this was not Mya at all.

Mya sighed for what seemed like the millionth time to her that day and wandered back to her window. She gazed back out the window and something caught her eye. She blinked and looked again and saw that it was a few of her father's soldiers chasing someone. She looked to see who was in trouble and saw that he was only a boy, not only a few years older than she. She could tell that this boy was not from around here. For one she had never seen him before in her life and she knew everyone in Port Noxx and second his dress code was much different than all the other boys his age and he looked homeless. Then she noticed he was running with a chicken in his arms.

"Poor kid, maybe I can help him somehow." She said to herself and made her way outside.

Mya did her best to keep up with the guards and just when she felt like she couldn't run any longer they chased the boy right into a dead end and stopped running.

"Give it up boy, the chicken or your life." It was Commodore Vesta who had spoken and he was standing in between the guards and the boy. Mya managed to wedge her way through the guards and just behind Vesta to get a better look.

The boy looked at the chicken and gave a look of shock. It was clearly fake but Mya gave him credit for trying. The boy looked puzzled and handed over the chicken, looking a bit sad.

"Arrest him." Vesta said handing over the freaked out chicken to Mya, thinking that she was a soldier for he hadn't even looked at her to notice she was there. Mya scowled and put the chicken on the ground. A few guards moved in on the boy, handcuffs ready. The boy eyed the cuffs and pulled a sword out of his belt. Mya's eyes widened. What was a kid doing with a sword? It looked pretty real anyways. The soldiers must have thought the sword was fake as well and attempted to clap him in irons but the kid put up a good fight. They all saw that the sword was real when he gave an immense puncture wound to one of the soldier's arms. After fighting for a couple of minutes one of the soldiers got a hold of him and threw him to the cold, stone ground as hard as he could. Mya could tell he had the wind knocked out of him. As he gasped for breath a small stream of blood from his mouth dripped down his chin and onto the stone. Two of the guards immediately sat on his back, straddling his sides to make sure he didn't get away. One of the soldiers got a hold of his arms and put them behind the boy's back and got some handcuffs on him tightly. The guards got off him and dragged him to his feet, each soldier grasping one of his arms tightly. The boy looked up from the blood-stained stone and saw Mya first thing. He knew she could help. Mya looked at him, his chocolate brown eyes seemed to be pleading for her to help him; it reminded her of a helpless puppy dog.

"Release him!" Mya demanded looking away from the boy and to Commodore Vesta. Vesta looked at her and jumped slightly, now noticing her for the first time.

"What for? You yourself have seen the crime this boy had committed, and the punishment for a chicken thief is-"
"Death hardly. You wouldn't kill a child." Mya interrupted. "And just look at him! He's probably homeless and is just trying to live." The boy glared at her for that remark. Mya ignored him.

"Now release him! You have to take orders from me Commodore, you vowed on your promotion night to follow any command given to you by the Governor or of the Governor's heir. My mother is dead Commodore, no thanks to you, that makes me that heir." She crossed her arms.

"Don't think that I don't pay attention." She smirked. Commodore Vesta opened up his mouth to argue.

"Release him!" Mya's voice was strong and demanding, just like her father's. Vesta hesitated and then looked to the two men that had the boy in their grip and nodded. One of them took out the keys and unlocked the handcuffs. Mya noticed that his wrists were already raw and bleeding and he acted as if he didn't even noticed. The commodore nodded again and led his troops out of the dead end ally. Mya watched them until they were long out of sight. When she looked back at the boy he was running away in the opposite direction.

"Hey wait!" Mya called out to him. She bunched up the ends of her dress as not to trip over them and chased after him. But he had already gone.