Title: Sea Of New Faces

Pairing: None specifically. It's all pretty canon.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from "Pirates of the Caribbean" or Disney. I'm only here to play. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Summary: It seems ol' Jack Sparrow has gotten himself into a bit of trouble and that's just no good for anyone. Especially Will and Elizabeth. Takes after "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl".


Chapter One: The Honorable Captain Yorn

The sound of the waves hitting the hull of the boat, the splash and the crash of them, thunder on a clear day. These were the sort of days that Captain Jack Sparrow lived for. The Black Pearl, his ship, seemed unstoppable as it flew at full sail, cutting the water. He smiled as the wind rushed past his face, carrying on it the smell of salt. And freedom. Now... and in this moment, all accompanied by the rush of excitment, that thrill of the one word that filled a pirates blood full of lightning. With the raising of the black flag, its skull and crossbones waving high Jack Sparrow couldn't help but look up, then back at the ship they were gaining on.

"Treasure... Gold and Silver, a King's randsom for the taking." He said quietly before his commands would be given. Turning around the orders rose through the air.

"Srafing run. Come on you mangy scabborous dogs, get up! Extend and load the cannons! Prepare to fire on my mark!" His voice was now clear of his usual madness, precise and orderly. As the ships ran along side each other, it was clear that the small well cared for merchant's vessel was practically unarmed. The yells from the Pearl seemed to shake the very nerves of the crew of this small un-named ship. Gold and other fineries lurked within. They were gifts for the Spanish left unmarked, it had been a secret.

"Another pass, Put the fear of God into 'em, come on now! Another pass!" Jack yelled out again and it was done, the Pearl lumbering up beside the merchant vessel more slowly this time, the crew yelling as Jack Sparrow made his way to the port side of the deck, his one foot now propped up on the rail as he yelled over to the other boat.

"A nice boat you've got here... would be a shame to put any holes in it... I'll tell you what, mates. Give us the gold and we'll leave back that way. Savvy?" He said, his fingers pointing here and there as he spoke, his eyes shifty. "Or, we could continue this dance..." He said, persing his lips before continuing, pointing at a random crew member on the other ship. "You there. Who's in charge of this rotting pile of nails and wood I wonder?"

The crew of the merchant vessel listened uneasily to the Captain of the Pearl. The crewman that was addressed opened his mouth to speak, but he were interrupted. A commanding feminine voice rose from the deck.

"I am."

The woman appeared from the back of the crowd, her crew parting for her to make her way through to face the other captain. Long dark hair was tied back in a braid that traveled down the length of her back. Better to keep it out of her way in the high ocean winds. She was exceptionally beautiful with a fine nose, full lips, and a peircing set of eyes that matched the ever changing blue/green color of the ocean she sailed on. Dressed as any good captain might be. A tri-corner hat perched just right atop her proud head. "And I don't believe our stock was meant for you Sir. So I suggest you find another ship to plunder. I'll not have pirates overtaking mine." She said confidently, not offering her name.

"I'm cursed." Jack muttered with a long suffering roll of his eyes, before responding to the woman captain. "Well, I'm not just any pirate, love... I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." He said, his arms going a little wide to emphasize this point. "I think I missed your name, deary. But..." The Captain said, reaching over and taking a rope in his hands. With a fluid motion he launched himself off the deck of The Pearl and onto the other ship, landing right near the other captain. Craning his head in close, he wore a bit of a smile about him, his voice was a whisper. "I'd be happy to hear it out."

She almost sneered as she gave him a careful look. She knew exactly who he was. Jack Sparrow was well known by many and now she was standing face to face with the man. "You may address me as Captain Olivia Yorn, Mr. Sparrow, and I am only going to ask you this once more. Go back to your ship and let mine alone. I have a schedule to keep." She said staring coldly into his eyes.

"Indeed. I even actually believe you but theres this whole matter of not actually having a choice. Your ship is much smaller, almost unarmed. I like to avoid fighting on the water so how about a counter proposition. 'You' let us take the gold. 'We' have a party. There'll be dancing and rum. (makes walking movement with his one hand infront of her face.) Then 'I'll' go back to the Pearl with your gold and we all get to live. I'll give you a personal cut of the treasure and a little bit for the crew too." He said, backing up a step. "Do we have an accord?"

The captain continued to stare at him and then ever so slowly a smile stretched across her full lips. It looked like she was going to go for this proposition of his until she produced a fine rapier from it's sheath, She held the tip at his throat.

"How about this for a proposition, Captain Sparrow? You leave my ship with no gold at all and I will swear not to kill you. Then we shall both be on our seperate paths and, God willing, never shall they cross again. How's that for a proposition?" She asked arching one fine brow while staring down the blade at him.

Taking more steps back as the blade followed his throat he couldn't help but throw out a nervous smile. "Thats a girl, you've got spirit thats sure. Half expected you'd accept for a moment there, caught me unawares as it were." He said, his arms up as he tried to angle his head down enough to see the blade before the clicking started... the clicking of wheellocks. His smile changed a bit. "Took you all long enough." He muttered. "My crew, bless them, doesn't see it your way, love. So if you'd be so kind as to drop the blade." The Captain said as a couple members of his crew swung over to meet them.

Her green eyes shifted for a moment to the other ship before they were back on the Captain. She did not intend to let her ship be taken by pirates or the gold she was to be delivering. She was a woman of her word and honor. She surrendered to no one. Still her ship was smaller, her crew was fewer in number and much less armed. She did not want her crew being killed over a few gold coins. Olivia lowered her blade and moved closer to Jack. She spoke quietly and for his ears alone. "Captain, have you not enough stolen goods and trinkets stowed upon your ship already? I am asking you, as one captain to another to overlook us. I have sailed long on these waters, never having lost a delivery. It is not simply a matter of gold and jewels, it is a matter of pride and reputation."

"Now if it is a matter of monotary compensation then I will gladly give up a cut of my payment, but I am asking you not to do this." She said. "If that does not suit your fancy then we'll just have to blast each other's ships full of holes because I will not let you take anything from me. Not something that is not mine to begin with."

Striking up a large grin Jack Sparrow drew his lips near the woman captains ear. "And what of the rum?" He said before backing off. Thinking a moment, he swooped back into her ear. "The crew won't like this!" He said before moving back out again.

"Then a compromise. You didn't give me chance enough to defend myself earlier, girl. We fight, till first blood then. If you win, you satisfy your... 'honor'" He said, pausing with a bit of a sneer. "If I win, we take your gold and you had the opportunity to fairly defend the prize. First blood makes the win. What say you to that?"

"I don't, but it will have to do." She replied. "Compromise it is. We fight, a fair fight, no tricks, no gimmicks. If you win then you shall have your prize Sir." She took a long step backward, away from him and raised her sword again. Now she spoke loud enough for all to hear. "I shall warn you first though Captain. I am quite skilled with a blade."

With a large smile, Jack Sparrow took a step back, his feet together as he drew out his cutlass. "That... I'm sure of." He said before launching himself into a lunge, the rapid sound of clashing blades rising into the air before their blades met and slid slowly down the length of one another. "Where did you learn to fight like this I wonder? Or is it that you might have a little pirate in you afterall?"

Olivia smiled devilishly as she lunged at him this time and their blades met once again. "My father taught me if you really want to know. He said that gender made no difference. Any able bodied person should have the skill and the courage to use a blade. You can never know when you might be in need of one." She gracefully dodged an attempt to strike and countered it without a bat of an eye. "As for pirates... I think not sir."

Flashing a smile again Jack launched a series of faints and thrusts until they met at the rope ladder leading up to the crows nest of the small ship, he on one side, she on the other. Taking a thrust she countered with a parry and soon each fighter found their arms tangled up in the net, drawn in close with only the netting seperating them. Taking an appraising glance over her, he smiled with a little devil of his own. "Maybe after this is over we could arrange for there to be." Finishing the set up he'd been working up to with his pirate comment, seeing the pay off in the flush that involuntarily fell upon her face. "Or does gender not make a difference in more then sword fighting, Captain?" He said, sliding back suddenly and out of the nets grasp, climbing up its way just a bit, ready for her retaliation.

"You have a silver tongue. I'll give you that." She said hotly as she went for him again with her blade. Careful to avoid his in the process. "It's too bad it's tarnished."

They continued on like that farther and farther up the rope ladder. Taking shots and tossing comments. It was clear she was far more accustom to being underestimated in these situations, but Jack seemed to know just how good she was and knew how to get under her skin. By the time they reached the crows nest they were balancing precariously atop the very sails themselves. Olivia was fearless as she thrust her blade and kept her balance stepping along the curved wooden beam. Such an unsteady place could make or break the duel if the waves grew any rougher below. As they crossed blades once again she stared hard at the other Captain. "Are a few gold coins really worth all this trouble, Captain Sparrow?" She asked as they continued to clash.

"Trouble?" He said as he took a well balanced step back, coming to front in a neutral position. "I could ask you the same thing about your reputation. If you don't mind me saying it, you'd make a better pirate then a courior." He said before bringing his sword to clash with hers again. "Running packages here and there for tablescraps, it must get tiring, sweet." He said before she took a lunge at him, which he of course parried, but this one wouldn't end in another witty rebuttle for Jack Sparrow as his eyes widened, his feet sweeping out from under him, falling backwards off the crows nest. He fell close to ten feet before his arm caught and his body was abruptly jerked to a stop, tangled in the ropes with his sword hanging limply in his overstretched arm. Sneering a bit at the limb, he tried to turn himself as to free the entangled arm but it was to no avail.

Olivia stared in slight surprise. She thought for sure he would've hit the deck, but maybe this Pirate had a little more luck then that. It crossed her mind that she could easily descend from her current perch and win this fight however she wasn't the type to pull something like that. She curled her hand around a free hanging rope and swung down from the crows nest. When she swung around towards Jack she freed his arm with the quick work of her blade and as he fell the rest of the way down she swung herself down easily onto the deck, landing in a walk as her boots touched the wooden planks. As Jack regained his barrings she approached him.

"Well Sir, it seems you have bested me this time." She said for the crew of both ships to hear. At the surprised looks she received she held out her arm to reveal a fine slice through her white sleeve and a thin line of blood beneath it. "Seems you got me on the way down Jack." She smiled slightly. Accidently that is, but it was first blood in a manner of speaking and he had a point. This job wasn't one of much reward.

"Go on and take your gold. I'm done with you." She said sheathing her blade and stepping away from the pirate to look out over the crushing blue beyond.

Standing up, he had to work hard not to grasp his aching shoulder, as he sheathed his blade before turning to the crew. "You heard her, get the gold up and out of this tub. Come on! Must I do all the work?" He yelled out as the crew of the Pearl scrambled, the commotion and cheers sounding out as the pirates boarded the ship.

Moving over to Olivia, Jack Sparrow had an odd look about him. "What'll you do now? Your reputation... you won't likely recover well." He said, his eyes as questioning as his voice, his manner and stance back to that slightly erratic swagger he was known for.

"That's no concern of yours, now is it? You got what you came for." She said with a hard air about her as she turned away from the Pirate crew as they collected their prize. "I'll survive. Always have." Olivia said turning back and giving him a look.

"That Love..." Jack began with a certain lucid look in his coal rimmed eyes. "I've no doubt of."

Captain Yorn eyed him cooly, betraying nothing in her hard expression.

Jack bowed a bit, hands steepled graciously towards the woman captain. "Many thanks, Love, for the gold."

That perfect brow arched again, still she said naught.

Touching his hand to his brow and allowing it to fall, he once more graciously saluted the woman and with that Jack Sparrow made his return to the Pearl as his crew took up the last of the gold and made to leave.