Welcome lovely readers! This is my first Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction. I just recently re-watched the first movie and fell in love once again. It was sudden when I thought up this story. I typed it down and decided to post it! It's slightly AU, since it doesn't revolve around one of the movies. Captain Jack Sparrow is simply sailing around being his sexy self. Right now this is rated T but I believe in the future it may change. Anyways, enough of me, onto the story!

I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, I simply own my OC's.

"Don't you dare talk to me!" the young woman hissed as she ripped away from her governess's flailing arms. "I will not simply sit here and allow you to ship me away! That's bloody crazy!" she stormed out the two French doors towards the balcony.

"Miss Clark!" the governess gasped while rushing to catch up.

Miss Clark, her true name Katherine, gripped the stone railing tightly. "I will not go. I refuse," she said in a firm voice. Her green eyes flashed with anger.

The governess shifted uneasily "You must, there is no room for arguing. Your father has already arranged your boat trip and lodging. This will be good for you," she tried to sound cheerful.

"June, you know very well that when I wish to not do something I will absolutely not do it," Katherine growled between gritted teeth.

June sighed "I'm sorry miss," she stiffened her posture "We must pack right away,"

Katherine felt her anger build till it bubbled over and she had to physically stop herself from throwing herself off the balcony to the unforgiving stone road. "Why?"

June flattened her crisp gray hair against her head "Your father wishes for you to further your education in England. A much esteemed tutor is awaiting you. Since he is an ambassador he has all the resources." She informed.

A scowl adorned the young woman's face "He just wants rid of me," she hissed. She pushed passed her governess back to her room where two uncertain maids waited. "Well?" Katherine snapped "My bags aren't packing themselves,"

At the harshness the two girls that couldn't be older than 18 hurried into action, they were afraid of her. Katherine heaved out a sigh, it didn't help that the damned corset barely let her breathe. "I'm going to speak with my father. Stay here and make sure these two get everything," she told June.

The governess nodded and began to command the two servants. Katherine slipped down the hallway of their large estate. Being straightforward, as always, she threw open the door with frustration. Her father was startled behind his grand desk, and his well-known advisor, stood next to him. As if he understood, the advisor excused himself. Katherine waited until the door had firmly shut before she let her fury leak out.

"What's this I hear of you sending me away?" although restrained, her tone was clipped. In anger, her Spanish accent tended to shine through.

Her English father, Cyrus, cleared his throat loudly. "Kat, my darling, please sit down. I was hoping we could discuss this." He gestured leisurely to the seats in front of him.

Katherine advanced but did not sit; her pride would not allow her to bend to him. "England? That's quite far from Spain, far from you and mother." She quirked an eyebrow "Trying to be rid of me?"

Her father shook his head "Darling, I would never want such a thing. I just want you to be more of an educated woman. It will help you in this society," he told her gently, trying to dance around her feelings. "Me and your mother have both agreed this is a grand opportunity for you," he smiled easily.

The young woman sighed, letting go of some of the anger. "I don't want to go, please. I will miss you and mother." She pleaded.

Cyrus stood up to go around to her. His hand took hers in a reassuring fashion "Listen, every now and then we will visit. Just think you will get to see your fiancé more often."

"Mr. Norris," she murmured.

"It won't be that bad, my dear," he tucked a dark curl behind her ear.

Katherine crossed her arms but gave him a look that made every servant quake in her presence "If you send me off, I will never speak to you again," she jutted out her chin defiantly.

XoXo

"Bloody hell," Katherine growled to herself as she overlooked the bustling ship. "I didn't actually think he would make me go,"

June, her governess, stood calmly to the side. "It is his wish,"

As Katherine made her way to the front of the ship, she was met with a light breeze. Her dark curls that were piled on her head and draped around her face swayed. The skirt of her silk, red dress brushed slowly about the deck. Black flowers were sewn along the bottom and covered the tight bodice. She was dressed like a Spanish noblewoman.

Katherine in her mind damned corsets and their makers. How anyone could come up with such an infernal torture device was beyond her. Although, it did catch every sailor's attention as they passed by, since it enhanced her figure. She silently cursed such perverse thoughts of the men.

She knew it would be at least a three week journey to England, too long if you asked her. Spain was where she belonged, with her father and mother. The story of her family was her father was an English ambassador sent to keep peace with the Spanish. Then he met her mother, Ayala, a Spanish heiress. They fell in love and became a powerful couple, birthing into the world 20 years ago a beautiful baby girl. Their first and only child.

Katherine knew her mother held a grudge towards her. She took away her chance to have any more children. The birth had complications and left Ayala incapable of such things again.

The young woman had to bite her lip to draw her mind from the thoughts, no, she couldn't think about that. She couldn't blame herself. It wasn't her fault.

"Miss Clark?" June called in a soft voice. "We should study in the cabin; you need to brush up on your algebra.

Katherine turned to her governess, hesitating slightly before nodding. Studying would help kill the time. And that's what she needed, to get this all over with.

XoXo

Surprisingly, Katherine found herself enjoying the sea. With the gentle rocks of the waves and salty air, everything seemed at peace. She even noticed herself smiling while leaning at the front of the ship. Maybe she would learn from one of the sailors all the sides of such a great vessel. The Rosa was a beautiful ship, large and well-made. She ran her fingers over the glossy wood; whoever constructed her had a lot in mind.

Cyrus knew that his daughter would be an easy target so he had sent guards onto the boat to look after her. At the thought, Katherine glanced over at the stiff men. Her smile was replaced by a scowl, that blasted man never did trust her. Well, she didn't trust him just as much.

She huffed and whirled around to storm to her cabin. She almost ran into a tall man with a long scar stretching down his cheek. Katherine was startled as she stumbled away.

"Ah, hello Miss Clark, my name is Anthony Stokes, captain of this ship. I never got to tell you, but welcome aboard," he introduced himself as he swept his hat off his head revealing silver hair.

Katherine straightened up; she nodded "Very nice to be acquainted with you, Captain Stokes. Thank you for doing my father a favor and shipping me away," her words held an underlying venom to them.

The captain cleared his throat as if in discomfort, "Well, do enjoy your stay on my boat," he told her with a tight smile.

Katherine narrowed her eyes "Yes, I will try," she then swept around him; an invisible storm cloud seemed to follow her.

Captain Stokes breathed out a sigh of mixed emotions "Women are bad luck for a long journey on the sea," he muttered.

The young woman went to her cabin, it wasn't large but it would sustain her for a few weeks. Katherine went to the cot in the corner and sat. She gazed down at her gloved hands, they were always gloved. She clenched them into fists, her teeth gritting with anger at the thought of the scars they hid beneath. Another reason to despise her parents.

"Miss Clark?" June called softly into the room while she rapped on the door.

Drawing her eyes from her folded hands, Katherine replied "Come in,"

June entered with a small bow, looking organized as ever. Her graying hair was slicked up in a tight bun and her dress was without a single wrinkle. "Time for your history lessons,"

XoXo

Dinner was stiff; no one knew what to speak about. The four people that surrounded the table consisted of; Katherine, June, Captain Stokes, and the personal protector August Gavell. All that could be heard was the clanking of silverware, the chewing of food, and the creaking of the boat. Katherine could pick up the distant laughs of the crew that ate in a different room.

"How is the weather looking?" August asked.

Captain Stokes smiled, the scar on his cheek contorted to fit the expression. "It is supposed to hold up for our entire trip. I don't feel a storm cloud anywhere near us,"

Katherine scoffed "How can you feel a storm cloud?"

The older man met her brooding gaze evenly "I've been a sailor of these seas a long time miss. I can feel a tempest in me bones,"

She stifled the urge to roll her eyes and simply put a piece of meat into her mouth. "Tell me, Miss Clark, what will you be studying in London?" August questioned with a smile.

Katherine observed him through narrowed eyes, chewing her food slowly. He was handsome, a man that had probably had many lovers in his prime. Now older, he had a different rich attractiveness. Although, he was not her kind of man. She could practically laugh at the prospect of such a relationship. She took too long to answer so June spoke "She will be learning economics. You see I'm not as in depth in such things. Her new tutor will be able to provide much more than I can,"

August turned his blue eyes to June, although with such a navy uniform it transformed them to a black opal color. "Oh, I see. You must be a smart woman yourself for teaching Miss Clark," he complimented. On cue June blushed.

The governess, despite her age, stumbled for words like a school girl. "Oh, my, such words are too much for a humble woman like myself," she managed to say in a sentence.

Katherine stuck her fork back into her mouth, her own eyes rolling in scorn. She enjoyed June, she was the only person in the world that she trusted. But she didn't like the way Mr. Gavell had her instantly weak in the knees.

Women in love weren't worth their salt.

After dinner Katherine said her good nights and headed to her cabin to fall asleep. Although it didn't come, she laid silently, wide awake. She waited until she could hear the soft snores from June before she reached below her bed. Secretly she had hidden her journal underneath the cot. If anyone knew she kept one, she would have no private thoughts. June would be inclined to read it, as part of her job, of course. Katherine scowled, she had no privacy. She never did, but with the diary she had a way to escape.

She reached over and turned up the oil lamp to shed just a bit of light upon the parchment. Her fingers grasped the pen she had stashed along with it; the scratching of writing filled her ears. Katherine felt herself relax at the sound.

An hour had passed before fatigue began to claim her mind. Katherine reluctantly put aside her journal, she needed to sleep. She had music lessons in the morning. Surprisingly, the sway of the ship didn't upset her; it rocked her into a deep slumber.

XoXo

A week had passed and Katherine felt as if she would never see land again. All there ever was the endless ocean; it seemed to go on forever. As far as the eye could see, rolling waves showed up along the horizon, when they crested white water dotted the vision. It was late afternoon so the sun was beginning to ease up on its heat, luckily for Katherine, she was no longer boiling.

"Miss Clark," June drew her from her gazing "You should step from this insatiable heat. You might faint," her worry was evident as her forehead creased.

Katherine nodded while she ceased her fanning "I believe you are right," she murmured. "I think I would enjoy a glass of water," she said on her way to her cabin.

June nodded as she skirted around her pupil, she was rushing to get the glass and fill it with water. "Here you go," she said as she set it down.

The young woman took a gulp, sighing with contentment. She leaned back in her chair, blotting her face of sweat with her handkerchief. "I cannot wait to get off this bloody boat," she growled.

"Just a few more weeks," June reassured her "You will make it, Katherine,"

Hearing her name from the governess was rare. June only addressed her by her first name when they were alone. June was a governess and practically raised Katherine but she had the utmost respect for her pupil. So it turned into a servant-and-master type relationship, instead of instructor-and-student.

Katherine peeked from her closed eyes "I am aware," she murmured "I think I wish to be early to bed tonight,"

June nodded "May I call an early dinner?"

"Yes," the young woman replied.

The governess excused herself and rushed to tell the cook, the captain, and the personal protector.

Katherine was glad for a moment of complete privacy. She absentmindedly skimmed her fingers along the knuckles of the opposite gloved hand. Stinging memories came flashing back causing her to jump at the suddenness of them. She ground her teeth, her posture now tight. Those were times she'd rather forget.

She pushed the glass of water to her lips, drinking greedily. Her mind wavered to something else, anger. It boiled and steamed from her, how could here parents allow it? Katherine winced at the distant pain that seemed to haunt her. How could her parents allow her to be abused?

XoXo

Now day's dinner was filled with more conversation. Everyone seemed to get a long quite well, except for Katherine. She only spoke when spoken too. Although tonight, she didn't open her mouth, with the exception of eating. August sensed her feelings, he frowned. "Miss Clark, are you all right?"

Her cutting gaze sliced him "Why do you ask?"

He cleared his throat while awkwardly shifting in his seat. "You seem distressed, that's all. A man can tell such things, miss, I meant no disrespect," he told her cautiously.

Katherine scowled "You should keep your nose from my business, Mr. Gavell. If it should concern you, I will bring it to your attention," her tone was sharp.

Each person stared at her with wide, surprised eyes, stunned into silence. "Miss Clark," June whispered to her.

"You have a strident voice Miss Clark," Captain Stokes told her gruffly "Keep your tongue in check,"

She seethed "Excuse me? When were you one to give me orders?" she snapped.

"Miss Clark," June said, her hand resting on Katherine's arm. "Calm yourself,"

Katherine tensed, trying to let her anger flow away. Suddenly the ship lurched, the furniture shifted in the room and they were jostled from their chairs. August frowned "What just happened?"

Captain Stokes waved away his concern "It's nothin'. We're supposed to be having storm tonight. The waters are a little choppy,"

"Are you sure?" June questioned.

He nodded "I-"

The captain was abruptly cut off as a frantic sailor burst through the door, startling each person. "Pirates!" he cried out.

Captain Stokes and Protector Gravel were into action instantly, swords drawn and running out. August turned before he left, his eyes hard "Go and hide in your cabin. Don't come out till I come to get you," he told them.

June grasped Katherine's hand in fear "Come Katherine, we must hide," her voice was urgent.

Katherine nodded while following her to the cabin just down the small hall. They barricaded the door, and waited anxiously. June had her head bowed, hands clasped, praying. Katherine simply paced, her feet would eventually run a rut in the wooden floor.

A familiar burn of stress was lit beneath her gloves, she had the urge to furiously rub at them. Instead she clenched her fingers into tight fists. Ransacked by bloody pirates! How does this happen?

The young woman remembered her journal, she launched herself at her cot, scrambling to get the book. June was surprised at the action, she had no idea what the little thing was. Katherine tucked it safely away in the slits in her dress that served as pockets. Her governess had no time to question as the pounding of feet could be heard.

A rush of adrenaline surged through Katherine's veins; she had to find a weapon, quickly. She seized a candlestick, holding it up for protection. Men's voices could be heard just outside. "I bet this is where they be keepin' the treasure!" one pirate said. She watched as the doorknob was unsuccessfully opened.

"It's locked," one came to the conclusion.

"I know that dimwit!" the other hissed to him.

Katherine's grip tightened as she heard them pound on the door. "Stay back!" she yelled.

"There are women inside," she heard one say.

"Even better!" those words caused a disgusted chill to run down her spine.

As they threw their bodies to the door the sound of the wood cracking could be heard. She knew it wouldn't hold much longer and the sloppy barricading job wasn't going to work. With a deep breath she swung as the door was flung open. The candlestick connected with something hard and a thud echoed.

"Bloody 'ell!" a pirate gasped as he saw his fallen comrade on the floor unconscious.

Katherine held the stick in front of her "Don't come near me," she growled. She took steps backwards as he advanced.

"You're gonna pay for that lass," he hissed as his hand shot out to grab her wrist.

She swung once more but he was too quick, he jumped backwards with a grin. Katherine grounded her teeth together, she had to get out of here, quick. "June, run!" she shouted at her governess.

June was frozen in place; Katherine had no idea if she was even breathing. Her eyes were wide in panic, she was obviously no help. "Are you deaf?" she snarled "Get the hell out of here!"

As if she finally registered everything she nodded and darted out the door. "So, it's just me and you lass," the pirate said as he let the old woman run.

Katherine moved from his grasp "Don't mess with me," she warned him.

He scoffed "What are you going to do?" he taunted her as they circled each other like hungry sharks.

She swung, but it was too slow. He caught the weapon and wrenched it from her gloved hands. Katherine gasped in horror as he threw his arms around her. She screamed while trying to wrestle herself out of his strong hold. The pirate nudged his fallen partner "Wake up you prat," he grumbled.

The man on the floor groaned loudly "That bloody woman hit me!" he concluded incredulously. He seemed to be utterly dumbfounded.

"Aye, I have her. Now let's get back before Cap'n starts wonderin'." The man that had Katherine replied.

Katherine screamed protests the entire trip to the deck. "You damn pirates! I hope you all die! Let me go!"

She caught sight of June on her knees with her hands tied. Tears were streaked down her cheeks and her usually crisp gray hair was sticking out from its bun. Katherine felt anger boil in her blood, how dare they manhandle her.

"I'm the ambassador of England's bloody daughter! He will make sure you all rot in hell!" she yelled at the pirates that held her.

The one that walked in front that was now sporting a large bruise on his face smiled. "You hear that Bart, the ambassador's daughter!"

Bart licked his lips with greed in his eyes "I see lots of gold in our future,"

Katherine growled "You pigs!" then her foot harshly connected with his shin. He dropped her as he howled in pain. She took off across the gangplank; she was heading for the other side of the other boat. She hoped she could jump over the railing to the ocean below, after that she had no idea.

Of course something had to go wrong; she tripped over the skirt of her dress. She fell ungracefully with an 'oof' to the wooden deck. Katherine felt a shadow being cast above her; she glanced up into the amused face of strikingly handsome pirate. He grinned down at her "Well, who are you, love?"

"Sorry, Cap'n! The wench got away from us!" Bart said with hints of malice in his voice.

Katherine struggled to stand but finally managed. She held her head high as the pirate captain looked her over. Heat crawled up her neck as she noticed his eyes lingering in places they shouldn't. "Enjoying the view, captain?" she hissed.

He smirked but when he gazed passed her his eyes widened. "Bloody hell Chuck, what happened to your head?"

Chuck sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck "The lass hit me with a candlestick," he shrugged.

The captain laughed "How charming," he said while he locked his eyes with hers. They held much amusement. "Who are you?" he questioned.

"My name is Katherine Clark, daughter of Cyrus Clark, the ambassador of England." She informed him, her gaze flaming with defiance.

June wailed "Katherine, don't tell your status!"

The captain's eyebrows raised "Oh really? Well then, I wonder how much your daddy would pay for his daughter back. Hmm?" he smirked at her stunned expression.

"Excuse me?" she stammered.

"That's right, love. You have now become my hostage," he tipped his hat to her "I am Captain Jack Sparrow, welcome to The Black Pearl."

Katherine stood frozen with shock. Oh no, oh no, this could not be happening. The devilishly handsome pirate captain waved Bart and Chuck over. "Take these two women to the brig till further notice." He told them.

The two pirates nodded in response. Bart seized Katherine's hands; he roughly forced her to walk. Captain Sparrow smiled as she stomped away "Enjoy your stay," he then turned away to board The Rosa.

Kill me now.

Alright, tell me how it was. I have another chapter written and if this gets good reviews then I will be uploading it. The first few chapters will be longer that way you readers can get a feel for the story. Oh and Katherine acts more English then she does Spanish. There are reasons for that! Thanks for stopping by! Stay tuned for the next chapter!

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