I'm going to try and write a POTC fan-fiction. Please be nice. I do want your criticism though, please. The title of the story is from the song Empty by The Click-Five.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC. If I owned more, Will Turner would be mine.

P.S. I'm gonna try to do all the chapter titles as songs.

But It's Better If You Do ~ Panic! At The Disco

Chapter One* But It's Better If You Do

The large drunk man; that was gulping down his eighth cup of rum, fell to the ground as a man with a short beard and long dreads under his pirate hat, pulled him off me.

The wasted man had thrown himself on me, and him being large, I couldn't get him off of me.

I had chosen a bad night to go to the pub. I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had been sipping my one cup of rum. I mean, he probably thought I was some man by the way I was dressed. Breeches, a paper-boy cap on my head, and a simple buttoned white shirt. I don't think I'm much to look at.

With my dark brown hair falling into my mud-brown eyes, I fumbled to clean the spilled rum and not make a fool of myself anymore than I already had in front of my savior.

"You okay, lass?" The bearded man asked, sipping his bottle of rum, lightly nudging the now-passed-out-drunk-man's shoulder.

I looked up at him, tucking my hair behind my ear, embarrassed. He thought I was a man.

"Fine," I mumbled, and continued to clean up my mess, walking past the man, who was now staring at me with a look of realization.

"Oh, I mean lassy. I'm sorry, love." I rolled my eyes at the man and made my way to leave. But only to be followed out into the dark night by the odd man.

"I appreciate you getting that vile pig off of me, now please, stop following me," I stopped in my tracks, and turned on the man.

The man stared me down a good five minutes, and said, "Name's Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow."

I looked at him like he was crazy. He probably is. "Um, nice to meet you." I turned back around, and continued my way down the path to my home. But Jack's voice made me pause, and realization hit me. This man was a pirate.

"What's your name, lassy?"

I grumbled to myself. I mean, it's not like he wasn't cute or anything, (really, he was quite hot) it's just; I didn't feel too safe with a pirate in the dark. But I've always wanted to be a pirate. To be out on the sea. To feel the wind blowing through my hair. To be free.

This odd pirate could be my chance for that life.

" Mah name is Constants Kindle. I prefer Stan."