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A ship sat in the middle of the Carribean Sea, from within the ship a beautiful soprano voice rang through the air. The beautiful Captain of the ship had just arisen from her slumber and now gazed at an old portrait. As she gazed upon the portrait she began to sing a traditional sea chanty.

" What shall we do, what shall we do, what shall we do, what shall we do, what shall we do, What shall we do, what shall we do, what shall we do with a drunken sailor.

Way hey and up she rises, way hey and up she rises, way hey and up she rises earlye in the morning.

Put 'im in the long boat till he's sober, Put 'im in the long boat till he's sober, Put 'im in the long boat till he's sober earyle in the...morning."

The song was interrupted by the sound of smashing glass. The pirate captain sat upon her bed and sobbed. She had once been happy till that one day when He left.

(The rest of the story till about chapter three will be in the past)

"Kristin! Elizabeth! Inside this instance!"

"Yes mummy!," Kristin called inside as she jumped from her spot in the yard.

"Come now and clean up! We're to meet the new neighbor's today," Mrs.Brisbane said fixing her bonnet.

"Will there be new children to play with mummy?," Kristin exclaimed with the excitement that all five year olds have.

"I believe that they have a young boy a year or two older than you."

"Really? Let's go! Come one Elizabeth!," she said pulled her friend to the door.

"NOT SO FAST YOU TWO! Wash up! Go on now!," Mrs. Brisbane scolded the as she hurriedly pushed them upstairs.

Within minutes the two girls were washed and read. Kristin and Elizabeth began to giggled with excitement. Soon they'd have a new friend. Kristin began to tug at her mother's blue satin dress. After a minute Mrs. Brisbane became annoyed.

"What is it darling?"

"What's their name."

"I haven't a clue! You'll find out soon because we're here."

The two girls glanced up at the house. Same as every other in town. Brick or stone, this one was stone with white shutters and tons of rooms. The only difference was the people. Three people emerged from the home. Mrs. Brisbane approached them immediately.

"Hello! I'm Esmeralda Brisbane, this is my daughter Kristin and her friend Elizabeth Swann. Their five, how old is yours?"

"Oh our little Jackson is seven. And we're the Monroe's. It's so nice to meet you."

As the adults shook hands the children introduced themselves to one another.

"I'm Kristin and this is Elizabeth! Who are you?"

"Jackson."

"Would you like to play with us?"

"I don't play girl games."

"We play more than girl games!," Kristin said angrily with her hands upon her hips.

"Like what," Jackson said with a sneer.

"Ball, tag, whatever you play!"

"Alright," Jackson said as he leaned forward and tapped Kristin on the shoulder, "Tag...your it."

Kristin's chocolate brown eyes grew wider. As she turned to run after Jackson she grinned widely. She didn't know it now for she was only five but she was falling in love.

11 years later

Kristin sat at her vanity pulling her light brown wavy locks into a bun. Today her and Jackson were riding horses. Kristin sighed as she thought of him. They had been best friends since she was 5 and he 7, and in the past few years she'd fallen in love with Jackson. Kristin arose from the vanity and dropped her robe. After gathering her corset and riding clothes she went behind the screen to dress. As she was tying her boots she heard the whistle. Jackson's whistle. Kristin ran to the window and looked down at Jackson.

"Is it my knight in shining armor? Oh...no its just young Jackson Monroe. Where's Elizabeth?," Kristin asked scanning the cobbstone walkway.

"Her father took her with him on a business. You still want to go? Or do I smell?," Jackson asked smelling himself.

"Well," Kristin said as she jumped out the window and climbed down the vines, "If you ask m-."

"Kristin what have I told you a hundred times?," Mrs. Brisbane asked leaning out the window.

"Um...don't be back to late?"

"No..."

"Say please and thank you?"

"Kristin Eloise Brisbane..."

"Uh- oh the full name," Jackson whispered into her ear.

"The vines are not for climbing down on. I am a young woman and need to act like one," Kristin said ending it with a curtsey.

"Thank you and next time no sass!," Mrs. Brisbane scolded wagging her finger in time with her ending words.

As Jackson and Kristin walked on she mimicked her mother.

"She just doesn't get it. I love jumping the vines because its an adventure. And I love that," Kristin said as she spun down the cobbstone street.

"I know what you mean."

This reminded Kristin of the adventures they would come up with when they had played pirates. She could recall the one time she was an enemy and Jack the fearless pirate Captain. Captain Jack he would call himself. It was such a thrill.

"Do you remember when we played pirates? You would never let me and Lizzy be Captain."

"Yes...good times those were."

Kristin stopped dead in her tracks. Something was wrong with Jackson.

"Jackson what's wrong...your not your self."

"Nothing...its nothing."

"Jackson you can tell me anything..."

" I know that. I trust you more than anyone. Come on let's go, I'll race you," Jackson said taking a leading start.

Kristin hesitated for one moment. Something was bothering Jackson and she had to know why.