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I was just a mere seven years of age when it all happened. Jack had killed our abusive parents, commandeered a ship, and taken us to Tortuga. Three months later he left, not with me, but with a mulatto wench and a so called able bodied crew. It has been fifteen years since then and now I am stuck working at the Faithful Bride as a barmaid. I dream for the day Jack reappears, but deep inside, I know it will not come soon.

Every since Jack had left there has been a continuous stream of rumors coming in about him. Lately the talk speaks of how he tricked the whole bloody British Royal Navy into fighting his undead pirate crew. Everyone around seems to find it true, but I however, doubt it. Jack was never that clever, he was daft.

Each person in Tortuga has heard the stories, but never knew anything of my relation, until today.

"Nadia!" yelled the voice of my boss as he pounded upon the door, "Hurry up!"

I moaned as I rolled over out of the bed and up onto my feet.

"Get up!" he yelled violently. Apparently not realizing I was already awake.

"Yes sir!" I replied as I started dressing myself.

I pulled on my off-white dress and mournfully tightened my deep red corset. It was a dreadful item of apparel.

I smirked as I pulled on my boots. Normally I would not bother to pull these on, but today I was feeling particularly hopeful Jack would show up. However deep inside, I didn't truly believe it. He had bought me these boot two days before he left, and they were the only thing that reminded me of him.

"This is your last…" started my boss as I swayed over to the door and flung it open with all my courage I stood in the doorway.

He nodded, "I thought so…"

I simpered as the reality of his stupidity reached its finest.
"Come on", he muttered as he strode back into the pandemonium of the tavern. I walked slowly behind the island of the bar and grabbed a towel. With my other hand I picked up a stray mug and started cleaning it. I sighed; maybe it was just a normal day after all.

"Oi! You there! More rum fer us!" hollered a somewhat familiar voice. Nadia blinked with shock. It wasn't possible. Jack couldn't show up today. Please not today! He couldn't be around her today. He was a traitor, and a scoundrel. She inhaled and picked up some mugs of rum. There was only one way to find out if it was him. Nadia took a step towards the man who had called her.

She set down the mugs of rum at his table and reluctantly sat down as she pulled the chair out. "Perhaps, this will work…" she thought. She looked up at the man.

If it was Jack, not much had changed. The man wore loose fitting black pants, a torn white shirt, and a bluish damaged overcoat. He carried a sword and a flintlock pistol at his hip, but what she noticed the most was the deep black kohl that outlined his eyes.

The man smirked, showing his gold teeth, as he somehow noticed her inspecting his persona.
"Love, wha' is yer problem? There's enough o' me to go 'round", he slurred.

With this she knew, it was Jack. The same self loving attitude that she had encountered years ago, shone through on this man. She stood up and walked closer to her somewhat egocentric brother.

He stood up, swaying his way towards her. She smiled misleadingly, "Jack…" she muttered.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if ye woul', love" he defended with an unfit spark in his eye. Obviously, he did not recognize her. The pulled her hand up and swung it onto his face. She received an eccentric look upon her face, very similar to Jack's.

"Nadia?" he asked with disbelief as he put his hands up in defense and stepped backwards.

"What?" she mumbled as she answered his unruly question. All of the people in the tavern turned to her.

"It can't be" Jack noted as he stood there in shock.

"What can't be Jack? You left me here fifteen years ago, and I had no where else to go" she outraged.

"Why?" he muttered still under the spell of silence that had taken over.

"Why? Why did you leave?" she asked as she started to storm away furiously.

"'adia!" he coaxed as he placed his hand upon her arm in an attempt to hold her back.

"Oy! Nadia! Get back to work you wench!" called her boss out of the blue.

She sighed as she started to walk away from Jack, for Chandler, her boss, tended to become violent if you did not listen.

"'adia!" Jack yelled as she began to walk away. He apparently not worried about Chandler.

She shot him an exasperated look and continued to briskly walk away.

Jack glanced over at Chandler who was between bunches of drunken whores. He grinned a toothy smile and began to drunkenly walk over towards where Nadia was supposed to be working.

Ohh! Sorry another cliffhanger, I know! I just had to get this up today! I came up with the idea at King's Island on Drop Zone, it was odd! Well, how did you like it? Please Review! "Fans" of Return of the Lost Ones don't worry! The next chapter will be out in 3 days (at the latest).

This is a present for my good friend Karah, whose birthday is in about a week!

Thank you for reading!
Tah,
Captain Ammie