Challenging a Sparrow (revised)


disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of The Caribbean, I'm a fan who likes to make up stories about her favourite characters. Aggie, however is an original character.

Summary: Aggie is a scavenger, someone who follows treasure hunters and then when they are close goes of with their leads and finds the treasure her self. Now she has her eye on the Isla du Muerta treasure. Only trouble, the only person who could possibly lead her to the treasure is the notorious captain Jack Sparrow, and he may not be that easy to convince to take her on as a partner.


Recommended music for this Chapter

KT Tunstall – Suddenly I See

The Donnas – Everyone Is Wrong

Krystal Meyers – Anticonformity


A/N: I've decided to start anew with the story cause the old version kind of left me with a bad case of writers block. I've stayed true to the trailer I posted on Youtube though and also the character mainly stayed the same, just a little different. I hope you like it. Let me know, Read and Review, best inspirations an author could ask for.


Chapter one: The Journal

"Stop" she moaned "I have to go home." he doesn't stop. His hand wandered down her back and he lustfully cupped her butt. She smiled and playfully slapped his hand away. "I have to go home sweetie." she said to the man. His eyes are dark with desire as he looked down into her brown eyes.

"Can't help it. You looks so sexy." She grinned from ear to ear as Pat leaned in and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

"Stop trying to seduce me." she said as she pushed him away gently and reluctantly.

"So where are you going this time?" Pat asked as he hugged her to him and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Who said I was going anywhere? I just have to get home. My father will kill me if he found out about us." Pat grinned.

"I can't believe you still try to fool me. Don't you think I know you better then that by now?"

"Then you should know that there's nothing you can say that'll make me tell you were I'm going." she said as she looked up at him and brushed one of his black curls out of his face.

"I know that." said Pat before kissing her forehead. "I just wish you wouldn't have to go. I want my wife here with me."

"You knew what I was like when we eloped. Do you regret marrying me?" Aggie asked shyly looking down at the floor. Pat shook his head.

"Never. I just wish we could tell people."

"We'll tell as soon as I get back."

"If you had saved some of the treasure you've found before, you wouldn't have to go now." Aggie smiled.

"I can't help myself. I like pretty things and living the good life. I promise you it won't take long."

"How long is not long?"

"I don't know." she said. "Bye"

"Bye, keep in touch...let me know how you are doing." Aggie nodded. She turned around and with a final glance at her husband she left their small apartment.

-o-o-o-

Aggie cursed as she heard the seam of her breeches tear while she was trying to change back into her dress. Why hadn't she done this earlier, it would have been so much easier if Pat were here to help her. But off course, a high society lady walking out of a lowly carpenters house in broad daylight would rise the interest of the worst gossipers in all of Port Royal. She pulled her dress over her head and effortlessly buttoned up the front. She realised her corset wasn't as tight as her maid would want, but she couldn't get herself to pull the strings tight enough to suffocate her. Plus she didn't want to be like Elizabeth Swann, the governors daughter. Only a few weeks ago a tight corset made her fall from the forts balcony, right into the ocean below. It was a wonder she hadn't hit the rocks. And lucky for her the infamous captain Jack Sparrow was there to strip her of her dress and and haul her back ashore. And if that wasn't enough he even ripped of her corset. Pirates. Off course, the corset was what made her unable to breath, but if he had had some regard for her modesty he would've at least covered her with his coat first. A wet white bodice doesn't leave much to the imagination. She looked at her brown hair in a small hand mirror. She did what she could pinning it in a pile on top of her head. But the curls sprang free instantly as if they had a mind of their own. A well, it would have to do. Aggie thought as she looked over her dress one last time. She looked fairly decent for someone who had just changed in a filthy barn. She opened the barn door just a little and looked outside. Nobody in sight. So she hurriedly sprinted out and made her way back towards the city. If anyone saw her now she would just sat she had been mugged.

People stared at her as she walked by. The market was a crowded place and it wasn't proper for a young lady to be there all alone. The salesmen were always very forward and didn't hesitate to grab a lady by her sleeve in order to draw her attention to the goods on his table. Aggie smiled at a mother trying to keep a group of four small children close to her. On her other side she saw a man and woman walking arm in arm. She wished she could do that with Pat. But her father had been dead set against their wedding, so they had no other choice but to elope and wait for the right time to tell the old man. She was the fifth in line of seven daughters and her father was a highly respected merchant with a big fleet that gathered his goods from all over the world. That's why he was a close friend of some of the most important men in town. He could even call governor Swann his very best friend. That's why she and Elizabeth had always been close, and that's how, after Elizabeth's return, she had learned everything from her adventure at see, and that's how she first heard about the Isla du Muerta treasure and the pirate captain, who would never give up on claiming it as his.

"Aggie!" Aggie turned at the sound of her voice and smiled as she saw Elizabeth and Will coming towards her. "What are you doing here all by yourself, isn't Rosalind with you?" Aggie smiled at the governors daughter who looked radiant on the arm of her husband. She regretted not being able to tell Elizabeth about Pat yet. Even though she trusted the girl, she also knew that it would only make her father more angry if he knew that Elizabeth knew about the two of them before he did.

"Ehm, no. She wasn't feeling well and I just needed a new journal."

"Journals!? Right over here miss!!" The three of them turned to the salesmen on their right who had been listening in on their conversation. Aggie nodded.

"Right."

"This one is pretty. I like the pattern." Elizabeth said as she picked up one of the books. Aggie nodded, but found her attention drawn to something else.

"What's this?" she asked the salesman as she picked up a brown leather book with a compass drawn in the upper right corner of the cover.

"You don't want that miss. It's a captains log, plus it has already been used.

"Which captain." the salesman realising that the girls interest had peeked grinned.

"Some say that the captain of the legendary 'Black Pearl' himself wrote that." he said. Aggie looked up at him.

"Barbossa?" she asked. The man grinned.

"Nah miss, the first captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." Aggie looked at Elizabeth.

"Can I open it?" she asked the salesman.

"What, do I look like a library? You can open it after you buy it." Aggie sighed.

"How much do you want for it?"

"Three shillings." he said.

"That's theft! Come on Aggie we're leaving." said Elizabeth, who was very good at bargaining.

"Okay okay! Two shilling. And I'll throw in that fancy booklet your friend here likes so much." he said motioning for Elizabeth and the journal in her hands. Aggie searched her pockets and produced the two shillings.

"Here you go sir." she said. She took the coins between his teeth making sure they were real and nodded.

"Pleasure doing business with you ma'am."

-o-o-o-

"Do you think it could really be Jack's?" Aggie asked Elizabeth as the two of them sat in the chambers Aggie shared with her sister Melody. In her household it was easy to tell which child was born before and after the family had come into money. Aggie's older sisters all had pretty plain names, Ellen, Jane, Betty and Ginny, and the two youngest, born when her father had just earned some of his investment back had been named Melody and Harmony.

"It's your now, open it." Melody said as she had been following the conversation from her side of the room.

"I can't just. A journal is personal, I wouldn't like it if anyone would read my journal."

"It doesn't hurt him if he doesn't know." Melody said. "I read your journal all the time." Aggie's head shot up and she glared daggers at her sister.

"You what! You couldn't have. I've hidden my diary!" Melody crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

"Oh please, changing the cover with the cover of Romeo and Juliet and then putting it in your bookcase isn't hiding." she sighed. "Plus your life is positively dull. I couldn't even get past the first pages."

"AARGH! You little!!! Wait till I get my hands on you!" Aggie jumped up and launched at her sister who quickly ran out of the room.

"Calm down." Elizabeth laughed as Aggie sat back down.

"I'm sorry Elizabeth. You're lucky you don't have any siblings." Aggie said.

"I would love to have a sister. Even a nuisance like Melody." Aggie smiled.

"Do you think I should open it?" She asked her friend.

"Seems to me a waste of money if you don't." she said and of course that was true. Plus this journal could very possibly tell her how to get to Isla du Muerta. How could she let a chance like that pass her up. This was just the break she had hoped for. It could mean she wouldn't need to track down Sparrow himself, cause she already had his journal in her hands. God knows what secrets he kept in there. Aggie opened the book slowly, nervous that somehow he would suddenly be right behind her angry at her for reading his journal.

"Rum..." read the first page along with a drawing of a bottle of rum. Aggie looked up at Elizabeth with an arched eyebrow.

"Well, I guess that proves it was Jack's." Elizabeth said with a smile. Aggie nodded and flipped the page.

"Yo Ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

We burn up the city; we're really a fright,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

We're devils and black sheep, really bag eggs,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho."

"I thought him that song." Elizabeth grinned. "Right before I burned his rum." Aggie smiled. It was cute, but still nothing useful. She flipped the page again, but as soon as she saw what was on it she slammed the book shut.

"What?" Elizabeth asked, surprised with her friends reaction.

"Nothing." Aggie tried. Knowing very well that her friend wouldn't fall for that.

"Let me see." she said.

"You don't want to see it." Aggie clutched the book to her chest.

"Yes I do, now give it." Aggie sighed and handed her friend the book. She flipped through the first two pages and as she reached page two...

"Ew!!" Elizabeth threw the book on the floor before her as if she had burned her fingers on it.

"You never told me you posed for Jack." Elizabeth's face turned a bright shade of red.

"I never, he drew that from his imagination." she said referring to the nude drawing of herself she had just seen.

"He's a good artist." I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

"Oh my God." Elizabeth said. "What if someone else would have bought the book?" Aggie chuckled.

"Well, that salesperson probably saw it." she said. Elizabeth gagged horrified.

"Oh my God, when I get my hands on that bloody pirate!!" she said.

"You don't even know where to find him." Aggie said.

"He's most likely at Tortuga. Playing with his whores." Elizabeth said, angrily crossing her arms over her chest.

"Was her in Port Royal for your wedding?" Aggie asked her. Elizabeth nodded.

"He watched from a distance. I asked Norrington to write a request for clemency, he wouldn't." Aggie grinned.

"Guess you're happy about that now." When her friend shot her an angry glare she doubled over in a fit of laughter.

-o-o-o-

Aggie whirled around at the sound of the door opening quickly she kicked her bag under the bed.

"Evening miss. I've come to prepare you for bed." Rosalind walked in further carrying Aggie's nightgown. Freshly pressed.

"Thank you Rose." Aggie raised her arms to allow the maid to lift her dress over her head and pull the nightgown down over it.

"Would you like me to braid your hair miss?" Aggie turned to her reflection in the mirror. Her long brown hair reached all the way down and ended just below her buttocks.

"No, I'd like you to cut it." she said with a grin.

"Excuse me miss!?" Rosalind looked absolutely horrified.

"I want you to cut my hair."

"Miss, it would be such a shame. You have such beautiful golden locks. I couldn't." the girl protested.

"If you won't I'll do it myself, and I guarantee that it would look much worse then if you did it. I can't even see what I'm doing. I promise I won't get mad if you cut it to short."

"How short do you want it then?" Rosalind asked.

"About this long." She said while holding her hand halfway down her upper arm.

"That short. Miss I wouldn't be able to do anything with it after that. Plus the only thing keeping it from curling like crazy is the weight of your hair. If I cut it it'll curl in every direction." Aggie picked up a pair of scissors from the vanity.

"Go on." she said.

"If Rosalind won't do it I will." Melody sat up in her bed and grinned at her older sister. Aggie glared at the girl.

"I wouldn't let you anywhere near my hair with scissors." she said as she sat down by the vanity and waited for her maid to start. She heard the scissors cutting through the first strand of hair and bit her bottom lip. She saw one of the strands falling on the floor and she repressed a gasp. All she thought about now was whether or not Pat would like it.

-o-o-o-

With a final tug on the laces of her boots she was done. She got down on her knees to get her bag out from under the bed and then made her way to the window. She had everything she needed. The Journal, enough money to get passage to Tortuga and enough a fresh set of clothes and undergarments. She gathered her hair together at the back of her hair and tied it in place with a ribbon. Slowly, scared that she might wake her parents she opened the bedroom door. Nobody saw her as she made her way down the stairs and crossed the hall. There was nobody at the door, but she knew she'd have the most trouble at the gate. Her father had four guards who walked circles around the house all day and night. Nobody got in or out without them knowing and then there were two others at the gate itself. They were there all night, so she had no other choice then to go over the wall. Making sure that the guards weren't inside she darted past the garden and hid in the shadows of the wall. Making her way along the wall she found the perfect spot. The spot she had used often when she had gone after treasure, off course she always left something behind to let her family know she was okay. Sometimes she left a note saying she was with a friend, another time she left a not saying that she was at some party. Often thrown by the nobility of Port Royal. But this time she had the perfect excuse. She had left a not saying she was kidnapped. Okay, it wouldn't exactly keep her family from worrying. But she could stay away longer then usually and if she needed money she could send a ransom note. It was low, but necessary, this was the last time anyway. She told herself. She started making her way up the old wall. Lucky for her the quality of the wall wasn't that good, so she had enough placed to put her feet and hands. She smiled content when she reached the top and let herself fall in the grass on the other side. She grinned. She ran away from the manor as quickly as she could, worried someone might still catch her. The manor was perched on a hill so she had a clear view of where she was going. The harbour...


A/N: That's it for the first chappie. How do you like it so far? Like, Hate? Better then the original chapter one or not? Will put up Chapter 2 very soon.