So, my first Pirates fanfic. Please no flames, just some recommendations, et cetera… Sorry if I don't have certain lines correct or I mess up little details.

Also, I got the idea from the story, I'm Elizabeth? by BrontoBee. I recommend all of her stories, definitely.

(Artemis's POV)

"You look lovely Elizabeth," the Commodore complimented. Elizabeth laughed half-heartedly as she fanned herself. "I, uh, apologize if I seem forward, but I must speak my mind. This promotion puts into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved. Uh, a marriage to a fine young woman. You have become a fine young woman, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth clutched her stomach. "I-I can't breathe."

"Yes, I… I'm a bit nervous myself."

I stand up from my seat on the couch, laughing at the utter stupidity of the Commodore. I took a step forward, then tripped over something. My eyes immediately closed as I anticipated the feeling of the carpeted floor slamming into my cheek. Instead of carpet, however, I felt warm, hard slabs of wood that smelled of seawater.

Opening my eyes, I found myself kneeling on the well-used docks of Eighteenth-century Port Royal. I gasped and looked wildly around myself until a wet hand grasped my arm.

"A-Artemis?"

I looked down to see none other than Kiera Knightley gaping up at me.

"Uh," was my brilliant response.

She yanked on my arm and pulled me down into a warm embrace. I awkwardly patted her shoulder and coughed. "Oh, I was so scared," she whispered in my ear.

"Uh, r-right. Yeah, totally."

I pulled away; she stared curiously at me. "Are you alright, sister?"

Sister? What sister? I don't have a sister! I'm an only child! What the-

"Elizabeth!" a weathered old man exclaimed. (Get the reference? Weathered, Weatherby…? Yes, no?) "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Father. I'm fine," she replied as the man helped her to her feet.

Father? That's not my father! The man then grabbed my elbow and pulled me close. Uncomfortably close.

"Shoot him!" the man cried.

Shoot him? Shoot who? I glanced to my left and saw a tall, handsome, oddly dressed man with long, dark dreadlocks and kohl-rimmed eyes. Wait a minute, that's Captain Jack Sparrow! Or Johnny Depp, either way.

I blinked out of my thoughts to see Kiera Knightley, or Elizabeth, standing slightly in front of me, staring at a uniformed young man with a white wig. Ah, yes. That would be Commodore Norrington.

"And I was half expecting it to be made out of wood," Norrington smirked as he pulled out Jack's sword. "You are, without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."

"But you have heard of me," Jack smiled.

I smiled at his wittiness and humor, taking an unconscious step forward. My 'sister' looked pleadingly at the Commodore and whispered, "Commodore, I really must protest."

Norrington ignored her. "Carefully, Lieutenant."

"Pirate or not, this man saved my life."

"Miss Swann, one good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness."

Elizabeth stepped forward and I grabbed her arm comfortingly, keeping her from doing something stupid. My back was slightly turned away from Captain Sparrow, but I could still hear his voice.

"… to condemn him."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Norrington smile at Jack. "Indeed."

I heard scuffling behind me, and Jack whisper, "Finally."

A rough iron chain found its way around my neck, pulling me unsuspectingly back. I let out a quick gasp as my back slammed against the captain's chest. The man who was supposedly my father stepped forward and cried out, "No! Don't shoot!"

Jack's voice snaked its way into my ear. "I knew you'd warm up to me. Commodore Norrington, my effects, please. Oh, and my hat! Commodore!" Norrington handed me Jack's effects. "Now, Artemis. It is Artemis, isn't it?"

"I-I," I smartly replied.

"It's Miss Swann," Elizabeth said for me.

He turned me around and put a pistol to my temple. "Ah, well then. Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind." I quickly put his worn out hat on his head, then awkwardly began to strap on his sword and belt when he laughed and whispered, "Easy on the goods, darling."

I felt my cheeks erupt in fire as I focused on strapping his belt. I noticed his eyes watching me, then his head lowered and he sniffed my hair, all the while a childish grin on his face.

I heard Elizabeth shuffling behind me. "You're despicable!" she cried.

"Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, your sister saves mine, and we're square." He quickly turned me around, with the pistol still pointing at my head. He began to step back as he spoke. "Gentlemen, m'ladies. You will always remember this day as the day that you almost-"he lifted his arms and pushed me away, "-caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"

Before I fell to the floor I felt Elizabeth and my father's arms slip around me. "Now will you shoot him?" he begged Norrington.

He nodded. "Open fire! On his heels!" I watched as the captain threw his chain around a rope and slid down to solid earth, running, flailing, away. "Gillette, Mister Sparrow has a dawn appointment with the gallows. I would hate for him to miss it."

The soldiers ran frantically around trying to find and fire at Jack. Elizabeth turned away from the racket and smiled at me. "Come along, sister. Let's take you home."

(Jack's POV)

That bloody eunuch! Why couldn't he just move aside and let me run?

"Come 'ere, boy. Want a nice, juicy bone? Come on, come on!"

God, those idiots! "You can keep doing that forever," I called. "The dog is never. Going. To move."

One of the smelly dogs glared at me. "Oh, well excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet."

I rolled my eyes and looked away, thinking back to earlier events. That Swann girl was quite a beauty. What was her name? Eliza, Becca, Beth.., Elizabeth! Yes, that's it! I smiled. Yes, she was quite a pretty li'le thing.

I closed my eyes and blocked out the sounds of brainless idiots.

Okay, so if you like, you review, yes? I will update as soon as humanly possible, but perhaps a few reviews to, um, entice me?

Luv, Luv, Luv, Artemis Sherwood