A/N: Though I do not regret writing/posting this story, I must warn you ahead of time; this is a story I wrote in 7th grade (five years ago) and included all of my friends in as OCs just for their sheer entertainment and enjoyment. Thought it is old, I still love it and I do hope you enjoy it, too. ^_^

all things Pirate's of the Caribbean (c) Ted Elliott, Terry Rossio and Walt Disney Pictures

[prologue]
"No Quarter" Kathryn, Jacqueline Bennet, "Blood rose" Annabelle, Victoria Raven, Clover Barker, Jazmine "Blackheart" Banneker, and lastly, Jack Sparrow. These are eight of the world's most notorious and bloodthirsty pirates, and they must be destroyed. It is my severed duty to research and report the whereabouts and past about every one of these dastardly demons. By doing this, I shall assist in the capture and execution of eight of the dangers of the sea.
My name is Ethan Robins. I am an officer of the Royal Navy, and I feel that if I should fail this mission, then I will have left down the whole race of proper Britain. The shame I will feel if I were to fail would be unbearable…

[chp. 1]
Rain pelted down in sorrowful drops. As the preacher finished reading one last verse out of his damp Bible, Jacqueline Bennet waved one last tear-filled goodbye as her father's casket was lowered into the muddy ground. Andrew Bennet, a once noble man before "No Quarter" Kathryn massacred him limb-by-limb, now lies rotting away in a casket, never to see the light of another day…
After the funeral, Jacqueline sulked away, wiping her damp cheeks. She closed the cast-iron gate of the funeral home and walked towards the docks. Fog hung over the gray water of the ocean, as she gathered up the black-lace skirts of her black dress; black is for death, death of her father. The dock was empty due to the foul weather, so she sat down, careful not to rip the delicate hem of her dress. She was alone in the world now. Her father was her best friend, and since she was only sixteen years of age, her caretaker. Without him, she had no life; no purpose.
Suddenly, the fog broke, and a magnificent ship could be seen, flying no colors that could be seen.
"…Oh no, pirates!" Jacqueline gasped, gathering up her skirts and stepping back. She stopped, however, when someone on board the ship called her name;
"Jackie!"
Jacqueline squinted in the pelting rain and gasped at whom she saw:
"Annabelle!"
Annabelle swung off the ship and hugged Jacqueline tight.
"Long time no see, my good friend!"
Jackie looked Anna over; she was no longer the aristocratic young girl she used to know. Now she wore her red wavy hair back in a messy ponytail, a small hoop earring in the folds of her right ear. Jackie looked at Anna's clothes; a loose-fitting brown blouse and dark brown trousers. Sea-boots covered her once-pampered legs.
"…What happened? Where have you been? I thought you were abducted by pirates?"
Questions flooded out of Jackie's lips before she could stop them. Anna simply laughed a hearty laugh:
"Yeah, they got me alright. But I was fortunate enough to be found by Captain Raven, who immediately invited me to sail with her. We had commandeered a ship; the biggest we could find, and she made me first mate."
She looked Jackie over:
"Y'know, we are a little shorthanded onboard the Scarlet Galleon. I'll have to ask my captain, but would you like to join the crew?"
Jackie thought for a moment; she was alone, all alone. Would she, could she, sink so incredibly low to live amongst pirates? She looked back at her old childhood friend, transformed into something she was raised to avoid at all costs. Without a second thought, however, she nodded gratefully and swung onto the Scarlet Galleon.

Jazmine "Blackheart" Banneker sailed her ship, the Black Rose, towards the shadow in the fog; the pirate island of Tortuga. She lowered her spyglass and grinned mischievously.
Her grin vanished immediately as the water began to churn and boil.
"Shit," she muttered, grabbing her cutlass and her pistol from a nearby table. She strapped both to her belt then stood calmly, dark eyes narrowed. She took a shaky step back however, when the Flying Dutchman emerged from the dark waters below, and it's fearsome captain and crew appeared on her ship immediately.
Davy Jones looked her straight in the eye:
"You have a debt to pay, Banneker."
Jazmine gulped, then straightened up:
"Hello there. You have more tentacles since last time I saw you."
A loud snicker was heard, and when Jazmine turned to see who the culprit was, she was facing a girl about as tall as Jones himself. She wore a dark gray bandanna over her dark brown, curly hair. Her deep blue eyes gleamed evilly between kohl-lined eyelids. A dark blouse, the same shade as her bandanna, covered her torso, sleeves puffy and regal. She also wore black trousers and black sea-boots. She glared at Jazmine, grinning evilly.
Jones took a threatening step towards Jazmine, but she stood her ground:
"Hey bastard, I prefer you don't step to close to me; I'm allergic to squid-face."
"ENOUGH NONSENSE-UH!"
"Cough, anger management issues, cough."
Jones' claw immediately grasped her neck, as her hand shot down to her cutlass and quickly unsheathed it, cutting off one of Jones' many tentacles in the process. As ink spurted everywhere, and Jones roared in pain, she jumped off the Black Rose and swam as fast as she could towards the nearby island of Tortuga. Gasping for breath, she ran inside the nearest pub, knowing for fact that Jones could not follow her onto land.
But Jazmine couldn't help but notice, that right after she cut off one of Jones' tentacles, the odd girl was absent.

No matter how mush she prepared herself for shock, Jackie was extremely shocked at the sight of the captain. Captain Victoria Raven was nothing like male pirates; she was so beautiful that most wouldn't ever guess that she was a pirate. Her dirty-blonde hair fell in elegant waves down her back, pulled back into a red bandanna. She wore large hoop earrings and a white blouse with puffy sleeves that showed off her beautifully curvy figure. She also wore trousers, mush like Anna, but hers were of a higher quality, and were black. She wore black sea boots, also of a nicer quality. When she smiled, her dark, kohl-lined eyes glimmered as she flashed a set of perfectly white teeth.
Victoria held out her hand to Jackie:
"Nice to meet our newest crew member. Now, lets get you something more comfortable to wear."
"Wait a moment."
Victoria raised an eyebrow at Jackie, who questioned:
"That's it? I'm just immediately part of your crew?"
Victoria looked at Anna, who nodded. Victoria grinned and said:
"Any friend of Anna's is a friend of mine."
Jackie thought about this, then smiled. She had found a new home. Victoria paused for a moment, then said to Anna:
"We are in desperate need for more rum; set course to the island of Tortuga."

The Black Cat is one of the most busiest pubs in all of Tortuga. This is where Victoria liked to buy her rum because of the reasonable prices; also, the bartender is so daft that she can get free rum with just a wink of her sparkling eye. When she approached the bar, however, someone else was pointing a pistol at the bartender's head.
"Just give me the damned rum!" Jazmine yelled, cocking her pistol sharply. Victoria was quick to stop the violence, however.
"Here; I'll take care of it."
And with that, she slammed five pieces of eight down on the table. The tender nodded and handed Jazmine the rum. Then Victoria asked in a sweet voice:
"Can I get a couple barrels of rum by any chance?"
He nodded, and then went away to fetch her order. She then sat down by Jazmine.
"So…rough day, huh?"
Jazmine nodded, cursing under her breath. Victoria continued:
"Yeah, it's difficult to sail in such thick fog."
She took a swig out of Jazmine's rum. Jazmine rolled her eyes and said:
"It's especially difficult to sail when you have the Flying Dutchman after your hide."
Victoria slopped rum down her chin in shock:
"What did you say? You're on the run from Davy Jones?"
Jazmine nodded, taking a rather large swig of rum. Victoria looked curiously at her:
"What did you do?"
Jazmine replied:
"Well, other than attempting to murder 'No Quarter' Kathryn, which by the way was on his ship again when he found me, he also raised my ship from the depths after a rather hard hurricane."
"Wait; he's after you because you tried to kill 'No Quarter?'"
Jazmine shrugged:
"He seemed rather protective of her, to be honest. Not like Jones. He's after me mostly because of the goddamned ship, which was a piece of shit!"
She belched, and Victoria questioned:
"I'm curious; why'd you want to kill 'No Quarter' anyway? I've met her before; she seemed friendly… enough."
Jazmine laughed out loud:
"Friendly? 'No Quarter' Kathryn FRIENDLY? HA! You obviously do not know her very well! She must be the most inhumane and merciless pirate in the entire seven seas…other than Jones himself."
Victoria raised an eyebrow; should she believe Jazmine? Kathryn didn't seem so bad. And why would Jones be protective of her? Jones hates everyone equally; he would never play favorites, rather be protective over anyone. As the bartender returned, however, an idea slipped into Victoria's head:
"Hey, we're a little shorthanded onboard my ship; why don't you sail with us?"
Jazmine raised an eyebrow:
"Are you quite sure? What about Jones?"
Victoria laughed haughtily:
"Screw Jones and his fish-ass!"
Thus they exited the pub, and started towards the Scarlet Galleon. Suddenly, Victoria spotted someone:
"I'll be right back"
"But wait, who—"
And with that she was off, and Jazmine was left alone. She wandered around the city, vaguely unaware that she was being followed, that is, until she was knocked to the ground. She scrambled up quickly and gasped; she was face-to-face with "No Quarter" Kathryn herself.
"Y'know, I wasn't too happy about what you did on the Dutchman today, Banneker."
She unsheathed her broadsword and growled through clenched teeth:
"Not happy."
Then she attacked. Jazmine quickly dodged the blow and extracted her own cutlass. The metallic CLANGS filled the salty sea air as the two girls fought ravenously. Soon the fight moved to the alley behind the Black Cat, and Jazmine rapidly extracted her pistol and cocked it towards "No Quarter." Kathryn dodged, but was too late; the bullet hit her in the shoulder. She gasped as she collapsed to the ground, scarlet blood dripping from her already damp wound. Jazmine smirked and held her cutlass at Kathryn's neck.
"Any last words?" she sneered.
"No Quarter" glared at Jazmine, her eyes gleaming with hellish wonder. The kohl lining her eyes formed a sort of mask; a mask concealing hell itself.
"Oy! Jazmine!" Victoria called from the distance. While she was distracted, Kathryn kicked Jazmine's sword out of her hand and took off towards the docks. Jazmine cursed under her breath as she picked up and re-sheathed her cutlass. Swinging onto the Scarlet Galleon, Victoria questioned Jazmine:
"What were you doing? Was that 'No Quarter?'"
Jazmine looked around, then whispered:
"There's something you need to know about 'No Quarter' Kathryn."

Night had fallen; the moon glistened against the calm, dark sea. The Blood Hawk sailed smoothly into the night. "No Quarter" Kathryn stood top deck, looking out into the darkness, clenching her bleeding shoulder with one hand, a bottle of rum in the other. There were footsteps behind her, and as she turned, she saw her first mate, Clover Barker.
"Captain, the Flying Dutchman is coming up, fast."
Kathryn rolled her eyes:
"I just got off the damned ship!"
Nonetheless, what Clover said was true. The Dutchman was indeed coming up to the Blood Hawk. Immediately, Davy Jones appeared onboard the Hawk. Kathryn greeted him:
"Haven't you had enough of me today? I tried to kill her, I really did! What more do you want?"
She spoke fast and angrily, and Jones was amused:
"You obviously didn't try very hard-ah!"
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'll try harder next time you send me to do your dirty work!"
Jones glared at her with such ferocity that Clover, no matter how much she loved and adored him, shrunk back in fear. Kathryn, on the other hand, didn't even flinch; she had no fear of Jones and his terrible wrath.
Jones' glare moved from her smug face to her bloody shoulder. She followed his gaze and rolled her eyes:
"Yeah, I didn't try; I just shot myself to make it look like I made an effort. Trust me, I'm not that dumb!"
"Did I even say anything? Did I even care-ah?" Jones growled.
"I never thought you did. I just figured you like shiny things and you thought my blood was shiny; either that or you're a vampire."
Jones took a threatening step towards her, which scared Clover so much that she ran under deck. Kathryn smiled at his anger:
"Y'know, it's not like I never complete a job; what about that Bennet bastard? I killed him, didn't I?"
"It was a very messy job-ah. There were to many witnesses-ah." Jones pointed out.
"Yeah, but I killed him nonetheless." Kathryn pointed out. She thought some more:
"And what about Mr. Barker?"
"He does not count-ah! You didn't finish the job!"
"Whom else was I supposed to kill?"
Jones glanced below deck; following his gaze, Kathryn gasped:
"You want me to kill my own first mate? Are you daft?"
Jones grinned:
"Never a good thing to get attached to your crew; you'll never know when you'll have tah do away with one of them-ah!"
Kathryn considered this, then Clover. They've been friends since childhood. Her father, being the great Christian he was, used to tell them Bible stories and sing Bible songs with them; he played along on his violin.
His death was a horrible tragedy.
Kathryn didn't mean to; never wanted to, but she had no choice. She was forced to kill him. Clover never knew who it was, and was broken-hearted when Kathryn left…

{1766}
Clover looked out at the dawn rising, Kathryn by her side. Both of them were teary-eyed. They were both young, Kathryn 13 and Clover 12, and they had never been apart; best friends until the end. But it was on this day, that Kathryn was to sail away, never to be with her best friend again.
Ten years went by, and Kathryn came back to Wales to visit Clover. Clover, who had taken her father's place as a Missionary, was ecstatic to see Kathryn again, and immediately agreed to be Kathryn's first mate…
She never knew that it was her best friend that had murdered her father.

Kathryn was silent for a moment as Jones stood waiting. Finally, she sighed.
"Well?" Jones questioned.
Kathryn looked across at him, for she was either as tall or almost as tall as he, and smiled:
"You are right; by dawn tomorrow, the job will be completed, and the Barker family will be no more."