None of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters are mine. Only Skylar and Kanker are mine, for now.

This is my first Fan Fiction story so judgment is appreciated but harsh judgment is not so appreciated.

Hope this publish will meet all the requirements of a Fan Fiction story.

With home far behind me, the wind swiped violently through my hair while the rain pelted relentlessly against my exposed skin. It felt… great. In that moment, I was free; without a care in the world. But the happy moment left me as soon as it had been given to me.

"Skylar! Get back inside and serve some damn rum! What am I paying you for!" shrieked Kanker.

I rushed back into the Faithful Bride and quickly patted myself down while uttering," you don't pay me you stingy pig, I'm forced to live with you because my father was too stupid to realize that enough gambling was enough."

I plucked a few mugs from the rack and quickly filled them to the brim with rum; nearly tripping before I got to the awaiting tables. The tavern was packed with drunken pirates who had long lost their sense of moral due to an excessive amount of drinking after what they seemed to call "a hard day's work". While in reality all they did was pillage and plunder.

Now don't get me wrong! I enjoy the occasional drink but not to the extent of, well, drunk; just enough to numb the senses and most of all, the pain.

"Oi! More drinks 'ere love!"

I rushed over to toward the table. A pirate and his friends sat there, he was accompanied by a pair of women on either side. A blond and a brunette, both is scandalous apparel.

"Here you are sir," I said forcing a smile to my face.

"Thanks lass," said the man sitting off to the left of the pirate with the women.

"Mmmm!" the man with the women almost choking on his drink, "Yes thanks love, Oh! By the way, what be your name!" He attempted a smolder which to my surprise caused the blood to rush to my cheeks.

I hesitated and turned back toward the pirates, "Skylar sir."

"Skkyloolaaa. Skylark, skyline. Seriously darling you name is too hard to remember," his words were slurred, "Alright! I'll be calling you Sky from now on lovey! Right? Right!" And with that he passed out drunk on table.

Thus is the conclusion to my first run in with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.