Dislaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, just Allie. Sigh… Enjoy!

Background Information of Allie -

Full Name: Allison Rosa Jillian

Looks: pale, dirty blonde hair down to shoulders, brown eyes, medium height, 17 years old

Things you should know: Her brother who you will learn the name of later abused her and wouldn't let her go. He only broke up with her when he tired of her. He put her out on the streets penniless and homeless.

After At World's End

In this chapter italicized hes and hims are her brother.

Allie's POV

I walked down the abandoned streets of Port Royal at night crying. I was crying because I was alone. He had put me out on the streets with nothing. I had no friends, family, job, money, food, or home. I had no idea where to go. I was scared.

I swallowed my tears and forced myself to be strong. I needed to be able to think straight to get out of this mess. Not really paying attention to where I was walking, I bumped into someone. A strong hand steadied me. "Sorry," I muttered, walking away. The same hand grabbed my arm. "No, it was my fault," a male voice said. "I should have watched where I was going."

I looked up to see a tall, tan, handsome man with dreadlocks in front of me. "You alright, luv?" he asked, concern etching his eyes. "I'm fine," I lied, turning away. "Ye don't look alright to me," he said, walking at my side.

I sighed inwardly. Why was this man following me? Hadn't I had enough pain for one night? Speaking of pain, I hurt everywhere he had hit me. I slowed down, trying to ignore the pain. I didn't want to explain everything to this stranger.

"Can I help ye get anywhere?" he asked. "No!" I snapped, glaring at him. "Just leave me alone!" With that I spun away, trying to run, but I tripped in a pothole. I fell to the ground. I didn't even bother trying to get up. I just lied there, sobbing into my arms.

The man knelt down next to me, helping me sit up. "What's wrong, lass?" he asked, turning my face towards him. "I can't do it! I can't go on!" I sobbed, tears making my whole body shake.

"Why?" he asked. "Because of him!" I yelled, pounding my fists on the ground. "Of who?" he asked, still holding onto me so I wouldn't fall back. "My brother!" I said angrily. "He put me in the streets with nothing to my name, and nowhere to go to!" I said, breathing heavily.

"Ye mean ye've got no money?" he asked. I nodded. "If it's a job ye need, I can help. We need more hands on my ship. Pay and housing, as well as food. What do ye say?"

I considered. "What ship?" I asked. "The Black Pearl," he said proudly, puffing his chest out. I snorted. "That ship doesn't exist. It's only a myth," I sneered. Yes, I know I was being rude, but I was sitting here, hurt beyond belief and crying, and he's telling me he has a ship from ghost stories.

"It does to exist!" he cried indignantly. "I am the captain of it! Let me prove it to ye." "Fine," I huffed. What else did I have to lose, anyway? He took my hand and pulled me up, sliding his arm under my shoulders and putting my arm around his neck to help me walk.

"My name is Captain Jack Sparrow, by the way. But ye can call me Jack." I gapped at him. Jack Sparrow! The pirate from all the stories! The most wanted man in the Carribean! Most feared him, but I had always looked up to him for some reason. He looked curiously at me. I hadn't realized I had stopped walking. "Oh! Um, erm, I'm Allison Rosa Jillian, but you can call me Allie," I said, staring to walk again.

"Nice name ye've got there," he complimented, nodding in approval. "Thanks, uh, you too," I said. He just smiled. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get to Port Royal?" I asked. He looked at me. "Me crew and I sailed here," he said, making it sound like the most obvious thing in the world.

"I know that," I said, trying not to roll my eyes. "How did you get here without being caught?" "Used a longboat," he said. "The ship is docked in a hiding place." Now that mane sense. He couldn't have brought the Black Pearl into the harbor without getting arrested in the process.

We had come to a deserted beach. Jack steered me to a small cove, where sure enough I saw a few longboats. He pulled one into the water and helped me in. He pushed off the shore and started rowing.

"Now, when you do see the Black Pearl is real, will ye come work on it?" he asked. "I wouldn't want to impose, and I don't want to be some charity," I said, looking down.

"I wasn't lying when I said we be needing the extra help," he said. "And I'm a pirate, and pirates don't participate in this charity business. He scoffed at his. "Well…" I said, thinking. I really did need a place and a job, really badly. Why not?"Ok," I said, giving in.

Jack flashed a grin. "Great! Now that that's settled, look ahead. I did and gasped. Before us was a huge, looming, impressive, beautiful ship with black sails. It donned the name Black Pearl on the side.

"Now do ye believe me, luv?" he asked, grinning again. I nodded wordlessly, to awestruck to speak. We boarded the ship. Jack pulled the boat up and secured it. "Welcome to your new home, Allie!"

With that he took my hand and started to give me a tour of the ship.

Authors Note: Yay! The first chapter! What do you think? Please review. I have written other things and they haven't gotten any reviews and it makes me sad. I'll try to do some review feedback at the end of the next chapter if people review! Thanks! Have a great day. Next chapter will hopefully be up next week. I have what's going to happen next in my head.