Hey! I don't know exactly how I came up with the idea for this story but hey-ho! It has been written! I hope you enjoy! R+R please!

Leaving

Lycia looked out her window onto the dull and dreary day. It had been a sudden change of weather. Yesterday had been warm and dry, a typical day in the Caribbean, but in the blink of an eye, storm clouds had gathered and now the wind and rain battered down upon Tortuga. Lycia tucked a lock of black matted hair back under her bandana. She gazed down at her drawing. She viciously crumpled up the parchment and threw it across the room.

"Ouch! Was that intentional?" someone asked. Lycia spun around to find her guardian, Mel, standing in the doorway with her crumpled up drawing in her hand.

"What do you want?" Lycia snapped.

"Time for bed!" Mel said pulling back the bed quilts and throwing a set of clean nightclothes to Lycia, "Hurry up!"

"But I'm fifteen! Can't I stay up until you go to bed?"

"NO! Now get ready!" Mel marched out the room and closed the door behind her.

Lycia groaned and jumped down from her window seat. She picked up the clothes and swiftly changed into them. She took off her bandana and placed it on her beside table. She climbed into bed and lay staring at the ceiling. The flashes of lighting illuminated the room and Lycia found the sound of the pounding rain and howling winds comforting.

"You ready yet?" Mel called from the other side of the door. Lycia sighed and called back. Mel hurried in and made sure Lycia was in bed. "Goodnight Lycia!"

Mel carefully clicked the room door shut as she walked out. Lycia counted Mel's footsteps down the corridor to make sure that she was gone. As soon as Lycia was certain she was gone, she crept out from her bed. She changed from her nightclothes into her clothes - a shirt, waistcoat and trousers - and pulled on her boots. She tied her bandana around her hair and snuck over to the window. She slowly edged it open and climbed out. Lycia carefully shut he window and began her decent to the ground.

She climbed down until she was about four feet from the ground and then jumped down from the wall onto the cobbled streets below. Lycia looked back up at the windows to see if she had woken Mel. But all the windows were dark and no-one moved in the house. Lycia glanced about, no-one was out in the street at that time. She began to make her way towards the dock. A merry tune drifted out of the dockside tavern and filled the street. She walked warily past an alleyway. Lycia spotted a person standing in the shadows and decided to walk faster.

"And where would you be going lad?" a steady hand grabbed Lycia's arm and pulled her backwards.

"Let go of me!" Lycia struggled.

"So you're not a lad!" the man pulled Lycia closer to him. His breath stunk of rum and he was cockeyed. He placed a hand on Lycia's face and she bit into his meaty fingers. "OUCH!" the man shrieked, still holding a firm grip of Lycia's sleeve.

"Excuse me!" someone called down from the entrance to the alleyway. "Hello?"

"Help me!" Lycia yelped, "Please mister!" the first man stuck a sharp object into Lycia's back. The man at the top of the alleyway began to walk towards her. His footsteps grew quicker and louder.

"One more step sir and I'll run 'er through!" the man said, pressing the knife into Lycia's back.

"I only want to ask you something!" the second man said.

"What?" the first man sounded puzzled.

Lycia took this moment of confusion to escape. She booted the man in the shins and grabbed the knife from him. She pinned his to the ground and placed the knife against his throat. "Try and kill me would you?" Lycia said as she pushed the knife to his throat.

The second man pulled Lycia off the first, "Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine! But he wouldn't have been if you hadn't of pulled me of him!"

The second man booted the first and sent him on his way. He then took Lycia to the tavern. As they walked he remained silent. He refused to speak until they were out of the darkness. Once inside the tavern the man ordered some rum for them and some food for Lycia, as he said she looked starved. He watched her intently as she ate. Lycia munched down a couple of small loafs and a fish before the man began to talk.

"So, who are you?" he asked. She could feel him staring at her, even though she couldn't see him.

"I think I should be asking you the same question?" Lycia replied.

"You remind me of someone. Someone I'm looking for!" he said calmly.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Lycia asked.

"Sometimes I'm not sure! And my name is Will Turner."

"Lycia." Lycia said before gulping down some rum.

"Isn't that a girls name?"

"You are dumber than the guy who tried to kill me!"

There was a long silence. Lycia continued to eat and Will just sat there, occasionally taking a swig of his rum or biting a piece of bread.

"Have you heard of Jack Sparrow?" Will asked.

"Yeah…and?"

"Do you know where he is?" Will leaned closer to Lycia.

"No. Do I look like a pirate?" Lycia snapped. She angrily retied her bandana so that only her fringe hung down over her brown eyes.

"You look like Jack!"

"What?! I think you must be drunk!" Lycia stood up and looked at Will, "I'm thanks for the meal!" Lycia sped out the tavern and headed for the dock.

She ran down the street. She could hear hurried footsteps echoing behind her. Lycia turned the next corner and ran onto the wooden docks. Hundreds of boats were anchored there. Most of them were only small sailing boats and were so small that their decks were lower than the level of the dock. One ship stood out amongst the others. It was a medium sized fishing boat. Lycia looked behind her. Will was just running down the street behind her. She decided in a flash what she was going to do. She leapt onto the boat and landed in a pile of fishing nets. She lay silently waiting for Will to catch up.

"Lycia! Where are you?" he called as he walked up and down the dock, "If you don't go home you will be missed by your family!"

I'm not going back! I have no family! Lycia sighed and looked up at the stars. All her life, kids her age had reminded her that she had no family. Apparently her mother had died and her father had gone on the run because he was a pirate. Maybe she could go search for him…