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This does not take place during DMC, despite the fact that the quote is derived from it.

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She had been told that if she wanted to sail, this would be the best place to come. She had heard that the crew was a fun bunch, and that the captain was fair. She had followed various instructions on how to reach the certain ship. These took her throughout the Caribbean, weaving in and out of numerous islands. She had managed to pick up a trinket and a piece of knowledge from each port she visited, to make sure she wouldn't forget her journey chasing the ship down. Now she was finally here, standing on the entrance to the rickety dock, gathering her courage. The generous candles spewn throughout the area gave the moonless night much light. She could see the clear image of the ship, thrust out against the sky. Men were carrying provisions onto the ship, guided onto the deck by a large gangplank. A goat and a couple of pigs were among the livestock carried on board. She walked slowly down the dock, her eyes fixed on the wooden wonder that was the ship. Her sword hung by her side, attached to a leather shoulder strap with an ornate gold buckle. One of the many treasures she had 'borrowed' from an inattentive pedestrian. The mans' shirt she wore billowed out as the wind blew against her. Various brightly colored clothes hung around her waist, and a couple were tied to her arms. On her left hand she had a glove with a slit at the top of the palm, very useful for slipping things into. Currently residing in the spot were the small items she had picked up from the other ports she had been to. A few necklaces hung from her throat, laden with gemstones of semi-precious to precious in value. One ring graced her hands; it was on her right hand on her middle finger. A deep aquamarine plated into a gold band. Her birthstone. Her mother had given it to her when she was much younger; it was one of the only valuable things she had that had not been stolen. A man who had been walking in front of her turned around just as his first foot hit the gangplank. He spun around, various trinkets in his hair clinking together as he preformed this motion. His eyes were lined with kohl, which struck her as odd. The only people she had seen wearing the substance around their eyes were the unfortunates at the taverns. The man looked her up and down, sizing her up.

"Come to join me crew lass? Welcome aboard." He said, extending his arms in a flourish, offering her to board the ship first. She raised an eyebrow but did as he had motioned. The man had just welcomed her onto his ship…knowing she was a woman. She awkwardly stepped onto the deck of the ship, taking a good look around. The man was soon behind her, barking orders to some other crew members. About four of the crew rushed over to the gangplank, throwing it to the side of the ship.

"Love, I'm assuming you want to join my crew?" He asked, turning to face her. She simply nodded.

"That's all fine with me now; just make sure you catch on quick." He advised with a wink. "Ask Gibbs were you'll be sleeping, and we'll talk more about this in the morning." He said, sauntering off after she nodded. A skinny man hurried past her, but not before she could tap his shoulder.

"Sir, are you… Gibbs?" She asked. He shook his head.

"Nay. 'E's over there, haulin' the crates." He said, pointing to man on the other side of the ship.

"Thanks!" She said quickly, and rushed over to Gibbs. When she arrived before him, he paid her no mind.

"Gibbs?" She asked awkwardly, after a few minutes of him ignoring her. He looked up at the figure before him.

"Yes." He said, letting the crate he was moving be placed on the ground.

"A man…. Just said I could join the crew, and he told me that you would tell me where to sleep…" She explained quietly. Gibbs sighed, putting his head in his hand.

"Oh Jack, what have you done now?" He asked himself, gaining the courage to look back up at her. "Yes, yes. I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." He said, walking briskly to a ladder that lead down to the bottom of the ship. "With the crew, but on the opposite side." He said, showing her a hammock made of thin cloth.

"We don't have any real beds, princess, don't know what ye were expecting." He said, climbing back to the deck. As he left she heard him muttering something about bad luck. She climbed into her hammock and laid there awkwardly. The crew were staring at her, watching her every movement. She had never been one to like being the center of attention, but them oogling her was just too much. She turned to the other side, hoping to get a break from their relentless glances. However this maneuver was to no avail. She still felt their gaze bore through her.

She was the first to awake that morning, the rest of the crew still snoring loudly in their hammocks. She jumped down from hers' silently, stretching her aching muscles from the night in the hammock. She crept up to the top deck, savoring the feeling of fresh air, compared to the cold, stale air below decks. She yawned as she climbed the stairs to the helm, leaning over a railing, gazing at the sea that washed up on the ship.

"Good morning, love." Said the man from the previous night. She startled and turned around immediately, staring at him, breathless.

"God you scared me." She said, holding her hand to her heart, her chest still heaving.

"I don't even get a good morning then?" He asked, draping his arm lazily on the wheel.

"Sorry, sir. Good morning." She said, regaining some composure. He nodded.

"Good morning, again." He said with a smile. "May I ask you name, lass?" He asked, his demeanor changing.

"Oh yeah, it's Lily." She said quickly, blinking a few times. She was still half asleep.

"It's nice to meet you, Lily, I am Jack Sparrow." He said, almost as if talking to a small child.

"Hey, I've heard of you… you're a pirate!" She exclaimed. Jack nodded.

"Glad you know." He said, with a tip of his hat. Lily smiled, a movement she had not made for a considerable amount of time. "And this is me ship, the Black Pearl." He said, pride filling his voice.

"Yes, I was looking for this exact ship, I was told that if you wanted to sail the seas, this was the ship to be on." She explained. Jack smiled wider.

"It sure is, love. Fastest pirate ship in the Caribbean." He said, his voice swelling with more pride. "I assume you've met the crew." He said. She nodded.

"Well, not exactly. They saw me, I saw them, but we didn't speak or introduce ourselves." She said.

"Hmph. Well, you'll have to learn to live with the lads if you plan to stay on this ship." Jack said. Lily nodded.

"Oh yes, yes of course! They do seem nice, just a bit intimidating…" She said. Jack grinned.

"They're a pirate crew! They're supposed to be intimidatin'." He said. She nodded sheepishly.

"Yes, I suppose they are." She said quietly.

"Now Lily, I have to make sure you'd be of help to us here. Have you sailed before?" Jacked asked. She nodded.

"I've been sailing for a year on a couple of different ships." She replied.

"Alright. Can you tie sails down and lower them at a certain number, quickly and accurately?" He asked. She nodded.

"Yes, and I happen to be especially efficient in bad weather." She said proudly. He smiled.

"Good, good. Any eyesight problems? Can you man the crows' nest?" He asked.

"Sure can." She said, her confidence rising. Jack nodded.

"You seem alright, but we'll find out today for sure, when the real work comes around. Keep in mind that you won't be doing a lot of exciting work for a bit, we have to know you're of true value." Jack said. She nodded.

"Of course, captain." Lily said. Jack smiled.

"Good girl, now, why don't we meet the crew?"

A/N- Well, here was the first chapter. Seems a bit bland, yeah? It'll get better.

Now, if you want me to continue this story, tell me, if not, then tell me. And if you want me to continue, but don't review, than I won't know you want me to, and this story will go to the trash. ;)