To begin, you will need to know about the main characters. If you have watched the Pirates movies, then you already know the stories of William Turner, Jack Sparrow, and Elizabeth Swann. But here is some detailed information about the newest main character, one I created for this story. Bear through it, you may just pick up on a few hints! There will be a large line to represent where the information ends and the story begins! Now, as an extra note, because the movies never really specify an age, Jack Sparrow will be in his early 30s, while William Turner and Elizabeth Swann are both in their early-to-mid 20s.

The reason for sharing all of this info is to give you as much of a visual as possible, so you can fully picture the character mixed in with the others. Also, the purpose of typing some spoken words in an odd fashion is to give an idea of how the accents sound. If it turns out to be too frustrating for readers, please let me know and I will change it.

Character info:

Name: Kenyon (kin-yahn) Muirenn (myur-in) Cianon (see-aun-nun)

Kenyon - Irish surname transferred to forename use, from Anglicized form of Gaelic 'Mac Coinin' 'son of Coinin,' hence "little wolf"

Muirenn - Irish Gaelic name meaning "born of the sea."

Thus, "Little wolf, born of the sea"

Birthplace: Ireland

Age: 28

Appearance:
Hair - Black mixed with red. Curly. Past the shoulders, parts in braids.

Eyes - A silvery icy blue, with flecks of dark brown.

Figure - Hourglass. Very slender in the mid-section, but large hips and fair chest.

Clothes - Black boots, with a buckle where they end an inch or two below her knee. They have a small 1-inch heel, and are leather of course. She wears a white shirt with puffed sleeves and silver buttons where the sleeves hold close to her wrists at the end. The shirt has a v-neck, with leather strings holding it together for the most part, revealing some cleavage. She swears a black corset, which is laced close to her body, but not tightly. Her body is already shaped in a way she, and many others, approve of. Though she takes a liking to her corset. It laces down the front and back. Some days she just wears a white or brown shirt with similar poofed sleeves. Others have tight sleeves that end in a point at her knuckles. Those shirts also have a small poof at the top, confined by strings holding the shirt fabric together. One that she tends to wear is red velvet of sorts, with silver detailing. If she finds the need to dress up, this is the type of thing she wears. She has black capris, held close to her skin, and end in a place covered by her boots. She wears a black tricon hat, and a long black captain's coat that reaches to her knees. All of her clothes have some sort of decoration from a treasure she's gathered.

Tattoos - The "P" pirate brand on right wrist. On her right inner arm, just above where her brand is, is the hull of a ship with a moon above it, and a wolf with it's forepaws on the railing of the deck, howling towards the moon.. She has an underwater scene of sorts over her left arm. It's covered with a coral reef down near the wrist, and a scene of sharks, turtles, and schools of fish all wrap around her arm. There's a light coming from the sun, represented by lines to show rays down into the water.

Weaponry: An Irish-style cutlas, a curved dagger, and a long-nosed revolver. The dagger was passed to her, a gift left by her father in a hidden place near the docks. He had left a note with it, explaining that it was for her, from a treasure he had recently found. With it, he included a necklace of silver chain, with a flattened shell and a ruby nestled atop the shell. She keeps it in her pocket usually, and the dagger tucked into the left side of her sash where all her equipment is... Her pistol she took after killing another captain. One that you'll learn about more as the story progresses. She took his pistol as a souvenir of sorts. She keeps it in the front left side of her sash, near the front of her hip. While her dagger is more right on the side of her hip... Her cutlas came from a smithy in Ireland, one she still goes to from time to time. The only smithy she trusts to repair or even sharpen her effects. Her cutlas stays on the right side of her sash, up against her hip.

History: Kenyon's mother was the child of an Italian and an Irishman. Her mother's death left Kenyon to her Italian aunt and uncle. As you can imagine, she didn't much like them and vice versa. She dreamed of life at sea as a child, all the while wondering why she had such a love for it without ever having anything to do with it. At every chance she had, she would be out at the docks, being scolded by many of the men there. She hadn't been told about her father until she hassled to know who he was. Her aunt told her that her mother found herself involved with a man of the sea. But not just any man of the sea, a pirate. She said she knew nothing else, but Kenyon had to guess she was leaving something out. At least then she knew why she had such a love for the sea. Her father left her gifts from time to time when he made port there, though she never knew his face or even his name. He would write to her of his adventures, and leave the notes and gifts in a secret hiding place he had found. One that a pirate, a crew member of his, had informed her of in secret one day on the longing got the best of her, and when she was 13 she met a boy who had come in on a pirate ship. There was something oddly familiar about him, but his constant bragging about becoming a captain one day became obnoxious. He ridiculed her when she said how much she would love to be on a ship, and that was the day that she decided she would show him and everyone else differently. She vowed that she would one day sail the seas, as a captain, but she kept this information to herself. Not even a year later, she bartered her way onto a ship, and took on the job of a cabin boy. Her captain had her cut all her hair, and wear men's clothing. To others, she was simply a very feminine cabin boy that found himself comfortable as he was. Through much practice and work, she became a captain just like she vowed. Her ship was considered as infamous as The Black Pearl itself. "Saoirse" was it's name, which means 'freedom' in Irish. She is among the most feared pirates among the Seven Seas, though due to her first name, she is believed to be a male. While her hair has since grown out to her hips, and there is no mistaking her being female, rumours were true about the fact that no one saw what the captain of Saoirse looked like. Thus they believed her to be male. Her middle name is female, though no one knows it. She took her last name from her mother, who she never had the pleasure of knowing. Though everyone says that her mother took to staring out at the ocean, what many never realized was that it was because she had fallen in love with a man at sea. Kenyon's crew of course knows her gender, but it doesn't make them look at her as anything less than the most feared captain across the Seven Seas. They are loyal to her, and she is loyal to them in return. It is said that Captain Kenyon Cianon is so quick with a sword, you wouldn't have the time to see the hand that reached towards it, nor the face of the owner of that hand and sword.

"Cap'n! We're comin' up on land!" Leone Fino, first mate, yelled towards the helm of Saoirse, where the captain stood dully turning the wheel.

The smirk beneath the hat was unmistakeable, "Aye, that we are Mr. Fino. Be ready to drop anchor and make port!" The crew did as told, and tied the sails down, took care of what jobs were left to keep the ship where it was. "Uomo, a il pronto!" The crew rushed together at the familiar Italian phrase that passed through the captain's lips, meaning 'men, at the ready!'

Although one would not expect it, the crew of Saoirse was a mixture of all ethnicities. Some Italian, Irish, English, even Easterners. The captain was Irish and Italian, and the first mate was full Italian. His Italian accent was more than noticeable, but he spoke well enough English as well. Had he ever come across the need to use Italian, however, he would understand and reply just as he would in English.

Captain Kenyon Cianon paced before the crew, face hidden beneath the beloved tricon hat, and body held in a black captain's coat. There was no telling what the gender was, though the feminine voice put it in a bit of perspective. It was low, but not too low. And feminine, but rough, with an Irish accent to top it all off. The crew, of course, knew that their captain was a woman. They respected her even further because of it.

Kenyon lifted her head, tipping the hat back away from her eyes as she stared out towards the large group of men. "I don't wanna be hearin' any complaints from anyone. Save sword, gun, and even fist for fights they are required for.. No intentional harm to whoever you decide to have accompany you tonight, and if you have, then you know very well that someone will tell me. Do not disappoint me with such behavior, or I'll keelhaul ye and dig your guts out by me own blade!" A few of the crew members swallowed, knowing all too well that the captain would do just as she said.

It wasn't like her to use physical punishment, in fact she didn't have a bu'son or a cat o'nine tails on board. However, if she found that nothing else worked, she'd do what was needed to keep dignity to her ship. Hey, they may have been pirates. But they had a reputation to uphold, and infamous though it was, there were good things in it as well. The crew of Saoirse was known for having a bit more courtesy towards others. At least women, that was. They knew the captain's stand on this. They figured it was simply because she was a woman, when in reality it ran much much deeper than that.. She didn't wish such things on others, male or female. Captain Cianon was known for many a wrong deed, but this captain was also known for having quite an effect on certain people...

Now, everyone just assumed that because 'Kenyon' was an Irish male name, that this captain was indeed a male. No one knew her middle name, which happened to be feminine. Kenyon didn't care who knew if she was male or female, though she took to making sure that everyone she got 'involved' with would keep it held secret. And if they did say anything without her permission, she would come after them if need be.

Kenyon wasn't sure why she did that. Perhaps it was to protect their pride. Hers wasn't harmed at all if people knew that she was a woman. Yes, Captain Kenyon Cianon had quite the reputation with women.. That's right, I said women. Kenyon found that after harmful experiences with men, she took a deeper liking to women. Now she likes both men and women, but only gets herself involved with women.

It was rumoured that Captain Cianon had a reputation with women, which people seemed to note of right alongside this Captain Jack Sparrow she'd heard so much about. Though they would be likely to forget of this Sparrow character had they known that Cianon was in fact female, and very capable of showing any woman a good time.. But enough about the captain's reputation, for now.

"Drink yer fill, enjoy yer evenin'. I wanna see the loto' ye here on the morrow, and anyone left behind stays behind. We haven' the time to waste gatherin' lazy crew members.. T'morrow we sail out at noon! Now.." She stared around at the eager faces, gathering a grin herself, "Get out o' here, mascalzones!" They cheered in response and hurried down the gangplank and into the town. { 'mascalzones' is Italian for 'scoundrels' }

Leone chuckled and gave a light bow to his captain, walking alongside her as they made their way towards the town. "Ah, Tortuga. Good ta be back." Kenyon continued to grin as she spoke, her hand settling in a pocket of her long captain's coat near her effects.

"That t'is, Cap'n. That t'is." The pair made their way towards their favorite pub, gathering themselves a table against the wall. Kenyon leaned against it, her hat tipping over her eyes. Leone gathered the rum and plopped down in the seat across from her, eying the other crew members that had already settled themselves and were playing card games and definitely drinking their fill. If not more..

"So, Mr. Fino. I've been hearin' of quite a treasure a ways out. I want for ye to check the rumors around here. Someone's got information about it, and I wanna be knowin' who by the time we set sail tomorrow." She grimaced at his slight groan and clicked her tongue at him, "Tsk, tsk, now, Mr. Fino. The faster we find that information, the faster we can be downin' rum, and gatherin' ourselves some women, eh?"

"Aye, Cap'n." Loene replied, mirroring the devilish smirk she had sent his way.

"Now let's get ourselves to it, shall we? Try not to drink too much, love. We be needin' that brain in proper workin' order. Once we've learned all we can, ye be more than welcome to get wasted." Kenyon added. They clinked their mugs together and swallowed down about half of them already. After letting out a grunt of satisfaction, Leone left the table to work at his mission. Kenyon stayed seated at the table for awhile longer, kicking her feet up onto the edge of it and giving a glance to the lot that filled the pub.

An interesting group, it was. But no different than usual, actually. Kenyon raised a brow to the pirate staggering his way over to her. He appeared to have been drinking, but still very sober all the same. He wore a long coat and hat, much like hers. But they were brown, and definitely shaped and decorated much differently. From the looks of things, he was a captain himself of course. He had beads of all sorts tied into his hair and beard as well, which also seemed to say that he was of some importance.

The man nodded to the table, asking silently if he could sit. She 'hm'ed to herself and nodded at the seat across from her, moving her legs from the table and crossing her arms. "What is it you be lookin' for, love?" He seemed rather taken aback at the voice that spoke to him, looking around to see if perhaps it was a woman walking up to him or something.

When he realized it was in fact coming from the lips of the person sitting across from him, he furrowed his brow, "Bloke must've misdirected me.. I'm lookin' for a Kenyon Cianon."

She groaned lightly, "It's CAPTAIN, love. CAPTAIN Kenyon Cianon."

"Ye mean... Ye're Kenyon Cianon? .. One o' tha most feared pirates in the Seven Seas?" Kenyon sighed, pulling her hat from her head. This allowed her multiply-braided hair to fall from where it was tucked under, proving once and for all what she was. "Aye, that'd be me.. And it's Captain, please."

She could not express the 'captain' part enough. "But, ye're a-"

"Woman? What's it to ye? Now who are ye, what's yer business approachin' me? Or are ye jus' gonna gawk?"

The man shook his head, leaning back in his chair, "Well I'll be damned... Er, wha' I mean ta say is.. Captain Jack Sparrow... I hear ye've got some information on somethin' I be after."

Kenyon finally took a real interest to the man. So, this was Jack Sparrow? She knew there was something familiar about him at first look. But even now, she felt like there was something she was missing. Somewhere else she'd seen him before, a long time ago..

She snapped out of her daze to speak, "That'd depend on what ye be after. Perhaps we could make an exchange, eh?" The glint in her eyes seemed to shine off of his as the looked across at each other, each obviously wondering something about the other.

"What kinda exchange we be talkin' 'ere?" Kenyon tapped the side of her mug with one hand, leaning forward on her other forearm.

"I heard on my way in that ye may know a few things 'bout a little treasure I'm after meself.. Ye share yer information, I share mine."

Jack scratched at his beard, looking up to the ceiling in thought. After a moment of this he nodded, looking back to her, "Alright, luv. Ye've got yerself a deal."

She flashed a light grin, giving a quick shake to his hand. "So what is it ye be after, Captain Sparrow?"

He seemed pleased that she used 'captain' in return, which was just a part of the Cianon courtesy it would seem. "It's called The Treasure Of Carsen. Word has it ye've got a bit o' knowledge about it."

Kenyon hummed to herself, leaning further forward, "Aye, that I do.. Rumor has it ye at least know who to go to for a map to the Treasure of Shalen."

Jack nodded once again, "Tha' I do."

"Why haven't ye bothered in getting it for yerself?"

"Ah, the holder of the map and I.. Well, we're not on tha best o' terms, savvy?"

"Why not jus' kill the bloke?"

"The port's militia is lookin' out for me ship. B'sides, I be goin' after the Carsen treasure fer the time bein'."

When Kenyon was satisfied in that she wouldn't have to worry too much about it, she gave him a bit of information, "The Treasure Of Carsen has a fair amount of traps around it. Ye have to be smart as to what ye do, when ye do it, and where ye do it.. Now a bit of yer information."

Jack seemed to get what they were doing, a fair trade it seemed. No one person gave off all their information, they shared little by little to insure things were correct. "Tha man ye can get tha map from is in a port by tha name o' Raschel."

She nodded in return, "The land the Treasure Of Carsen is on is made up of different foliage and landscapin'. Ye need to be on your toes for all the traps and changes in land."

"He's a townsman, who runs the only bookstore in tha bloody place."

"Drop anchor well outside the beach, or the rocks are sure to tear yer ship to pieces. Ye'll be needin' to head in the direction of Port Royal to reach the land.. That's all I can tell ye 'bout the treasure, Captain Sparrow."

"Then it looks we'll be headin' tha same way, luv.. Port Raschel is just a ways away from Port Royal. Perhaps we could sail in an alliance in case we run inta any Port Royal navy men, hm?"

Kenyon couldn't place where else she knew this man from, though she found for some reason that she could trust him enough to sail alongside him for a short while. Her crew was always at the ready if they ever needed to go straight into a battle. For 'just in case' reasons, of course, one would need to sail in front of the other.

"Aye, that sounds like a good idea. We be makin' waves by noon t'morrow. Usually I do it, but I suppose because ye've got The Black Pearl there, I'd have to be worried about ye rammin' into the back of me ship, now wouldn' I? Ye can take lead. If ye sail off, it's no skin off my nose, or any other part of me for that matter. I know the way to Port Royal all too well." The two pirate captains came to an accord, agreeing to sail alongside each other for the time being.

"Now then..." Kenyon said, tapping her chin and taking a large gulp of her rum. She set the mug down on the table and stared across at him, "Captain Jack Sparrow.."

He raised his brow, "Aye?"

"I recognize ye all too well.. Don't see ye around Tortuga when I'm here, don't believe I've seen ye in any towns..."

Usually Jack would've had a cocky grin by now, but he found it all too odd.. "I believe I recognize ye too, lass. Not all too sure where, though."

The pair stared across at each other, each scratching their chins and leaning forward on the table. They looked like they were having a staring contest, or perhaps glaring each other down for something. Perhaps it was the facial hair that made her doubt it, or the fact that she didn't want to believe it to be true. But Kenyon could've sworn he reminded her of... No, that was all too disturbing. But how?

"Tha' girl..." Jack muttered, not intending for it to be heard.

"Eh?"

He shook his head, "Nothin', it's jus'... When I was a lad, I met a girl, a lady of sorts. The silly thing said she'd become a captain herself. I guess ye remind me of 'er is all."

For the first time in Kenyon's life, she was truly surprised. Her hand covered her mouth as she gasped out, her mouth gaping wide as she chuckled a bit, "Love, that 'silly thing' was me."

Jack didn't want to believe it either, his brows raised and he looked around himself for no apparent reason, "Well 'parently ye've done much better than I expected! Really kept ta yer vow from that day, hm CAPTAIN Cianon?"

She dropped her hand, revealing the grin playing across her face. She nodded once, leaning back on her elbows on the table, "Aye, that I did.. And apparently so did ye, CAPTAIN Sparrow."

The two grinned at each other. While it wasn't so much like meeting an old friend, it was nice to meet someone you had once said a vow to. To prove to them that you really did make it, you didn't just go back on it or fail. Quite something everyone wants to see.

While they had learned this about each other, something else unknown lingered in the air. They both sensed it, but neither said anything about it. Their silence was broken by a pair of women, no doubt at all whores of Tortuga, who were giggling and walking up to them. Oddly enough, Jack noticed that they stopped at Kenyon, who flashed him a playful smirk.

"Pardon, but I'd be more than obliged to become company for ye, Cap'n Cianon." One of the women spoke, sending a wink in Kenyon's direction.

Kenyon looked to the other female, "And that one?"

She just giggled in response, and the one that spoke seemed to speak for her as well, "Aye.."

By now Jack's jaw had dropped. For a short while there, upon the shock of Kenyon being a female, he forgot about the reputation she also carried with women. "Bloody lucky wench, got women even before I did.." He grumbled under his breath, which she seemed to hear.

She chuckled and flashed a smirk to the women, then put her hat back on her head and tipped it to Jack, speaking low enough for only him to hear. Not like the women would've heard because they were giggling and had backed away for Kenyon to make her way out of the seat. "Don't worry, Cap'n Jackie. I can always loan ye one."

He sneered at her humor, though couldn't help but give a perverted grin at the thought. "Or per'aps I could jus' join ye all, hm?"

She laughed at his response, tipping her hat once more, turning to the women and holding her arms out, "Ladies." They giggled once again, each took an arm, and she lead them out of the pub.

Her first mate stood next to Jack, an amused expression to his face, "Tha's Cap'n Cianon for ye.. Not one woman pirate like 'er, there is."

Jack just nodded once in reply, standing to order himself a rum.. Or two, or maybe four. "Aye, ye got that right, mate.." He returned, walking up towards the bar. He mumbled to himself, "There's somethin' else about 'er I just don' get.. Somethin' familiar. But wha'?"

A man walked up to him and leaned against the bar, noticing his demeanor, "What'd be wrong, Cap'n?"

Jack simply shook his head, "There's somethin' about tha' Captain Kenyon Cianon.. Somethin' I know, but can' remember. What is it about 'er, Gibbs?"

The man known as Gibbs opened his mouth to speak, before closing it once again and giving a confused expression, "'Her'? You mean.. He.. Is a she?"

Jack rolled his eyes, "Aye, Gibbs. Tha's what 'her' means."

"But, he- she.. But..." Gibbs seemed to automatically realize the reputation this captain had, which rather had his little mind brewing up a storm trying to register this information.

"Get ahold o' yerself.. There's somethin' about 'er... 'Bout the way she looks, talks, walks. Jus' everything about 'er seems so familiar.." He set his chin on his hand while leaning his elbows against the bar and waiting for the moment for the rum he ordered.

"Perhaps.. Ye bedded her?" Gibbs more asked warily than anything.

Jack gave a toothy grin and shook his head, "Nah, I'd remember if I bedded 'er.. Besides, from the looks o' it she likes 'erself some women..."

Gibbs just shrugged his shoulders and continued to gawk into space at the picture, "Wow."

Jack slapped Gibbs' cheek to snap him back to reality, before picking up two mugs of rum and shoving one in Gibbs' hand. "Ye've got that right, mate.. Whatever it is I'm forgettin', I'll work on rememberin' later. Fer now: Drink up, Mr. Gibbs!"

I never promised there wouldn't be a bit of an odd start-up. Admittedly, while rereading this I keep trying to think of why I haven't come up with a better way to go about everyone traveling together.. Yet in my attempts to think of something better, I realize that it was really the best I could come up with. Well, I promise that come the start of the newer chapters, I ought to have a few better ideas cooped up in me! It takes a slow build-up to make a great story, you know.