A/N: As you might have noticed, I have deleted two of my stories. I am sorry, but I could just not get back into them after such a long writers block. I have recently watched, and have fallen in love with 'The Libertine' John Wilmont. If you have not watched this beautiful work of art, you are missing out. Now, this story has gotten inspired by the movie, yet it is not a copy. While watching the movie, I couldn't help but notice how much John Wilmont and Jack Sparrow had in common. It was not the obvious things like drinking and woman as you might have guessed, but it was the way they treated life. Also the way they held themselves up through things. Yes, there is going to be a young actress that needs help, and yes, Jack Sparrow shall have a wife, but it is not going to be what you are going to expect, and I shall make sure of that.

If this story ever gets to confusing, for sometimes I am a confusing writer, please do not make the mistake of just reading on for you will just end up hurting your liking of the story. It has happened to me many times, and I wish now, that I had gotten the courage that I have now, to have asked the magnificent authors who had written those works of art. They are much better now that I get them, for I have asked, but it was not a pleasurable time reading them when I did not get them.

I will try to make this story in up most perfection, and I shall try to enthrall you. My wishes are that you feel for the characters, maybe relate to them, for a good story or movie always has someone you can say, 'Oh, I would have done that to' or 'That's just like me'. So to speak, I am thinking my writing is a work in process, such as the actress, Lizzie, in 'The Libertine'. We both have done this before, yet we have not been trained in the arts by the right tutor. In the end, for you that know the movie, we know that she has gotten trained. I do not have a tutor such as John Wilmont, but I wish you, my fellow readers, could perhaps tutor me in the things I need to work on. I wish that your suggestions will guide me through the tough parts of writing. I wish your words of parse or hate are the words that will make me inspired to do better.

At the end of my story, you can hate me, or you can love me. I do not care for either. I am only hear for my words of the art to be read. To be criticized. I do not need your pity if you are not liking my story. I do not need words that support nothing but hollow meaning. I wish to only hear the truth. I do not need things that are just going to get me by. I am wishing to read a comment saying how one chapter is fantastic, and then read another review that says that the chapter is horrible. Hearing things like that only tells me that you are telling me the truth.

I do not need you to like me, for I am sure you will not. You can not like someone you do not know. By the end of this story though, you will know bits of me, if not the full me. You will know my thoughts, for any story you read, you will know the authors thoughts. However, as much as you think you know me, you will not. You may think you do, but that is only a trick of the mind.

I am also aware that the pirates age and when the movie was taken place is not really in the same time frame, but just read past that detail.

Disclaimer: This story is not a normal, romantic, already done, story. The characters from Pirates are of course, not owned by me. The couple of characters that are from 'The Libertine', are of course, not owned by me. Now go forth and read. Let your imaginations fly, but do not let them get shot down from bone hard facts of this life, for some are facts that you might not know, and might not want to know. But as a writer, I am here to educate and to entertain.

PREFACE

You Will Not Like Me

(Jack)

I am the keeper of many hearts, some might say. Others may say that I am the thief of all hearts. I do not care which one you think may be true. I do not care what they may think is true. Things you may not think are true, are true. My dear ladies, I am the one that is up all night. I am the one that will keep you up, all night. If you ever are in my path, I recommend you to get out. I am not an abuser, I am not one to hurt you physically. I never do try to hurt you, but you always seem to be hurt by me. I am not going to lie, and say that I do not wish to crush you, for I am pleased that I do hurt you. I am pleasured that your heart still aches for me. I am pleasured that your body still aches for me.

If you as so catch my eye, I warn you, you must look the other way, for if you look to long, I am afraid that my eyes will bait you in. Even the strongest, the most loyal woman, have been captured by the dark, chocolate depths. Some say that I can read your thoughts, even see into your soul. I will not tell you if I can, for it is for me to know, and you to find out.

If you see my grin, you know you have amused me. You should then start to worry, for it is now, I have decided you are mine. For the night that is. I am not a man of my word, or am I a man of my morals, for I have some, but not all. If you do happen to see a grin curse my lips, I dare say you must run as far and fast as your legs can carry you, for I will be hot on your trail. I will find you, never stalk, but know where and when you do things. I have my sources shall you know.

Ladies, you are incapable of denying me. You have nothing in your power to do so. You will speak my name in pleasure. You will speak my name in hate. You may even speak my name in honor, but you will never speak my name in love. I am not your love, nor will I ever be. It is a figment of your imagination that I am your love, for you clearly don't know me if you speak words of love to me.

Gentlemen, do not fret, for I am up for that to. I am not picky, but if you are wishing to be with me for the night, you must be different then any other. I am not someone that will do anything for pleasure, for when I want a pleasurable company, I want them to be good. Your cheesy erections will never fathom me, and they will never be in my mind for longer then the moment you leave my bed. You are not any stronger then the woman I must admit. You are just as weak and frail. Your hearts can be crumbled in my palm, and I will be more then happy to have the blood of your heart on my hands.

My life is as complicated as the dark abyss of the ocean and sky. My heart is nothing but a way of life, it does not yearn for anyone or anything besides my freedom and my drink of rum. I will never get better, I will just get worse, or not change. If there is one thing that you might have gotten out of this whole prologue of myself, or if you haven't, you must be incredibly stupid, it is this...

You will not like me.

My name is Jack Sparrow, ninth Earle of Rochester, and you will not, like me.

That is it.

(Avar)

Ladies, I am wanting to warn you, even though my warnings will be futile. I am a horrible person, but by saying these things, it makes me feel the littlest ounce of goodness that I can muster. My warning is this. Keep your men on a short chain around me. I will not always try to lure them, but I seem to do so. My company is most pleasurable, so I fret that you might be taking that golden band off your ring finger if your men ever catch sight of me.

My dear woman, you may think that your men are most loyal, and for the most part, they are, but you have not met me. You may think you like me, but appearances aren't always everything. I am a siren trapped inside of an angels body. I will lead your men off their ships of loyalty and bring them down into the deep depths of dishonesty and betrayal. I am not sorry to say, my fare lasses, but once they have caught sight of me, all thoughts of you are gone, never to return again.

You may hear them moan in their sleep, and when you think they are dreaming of passionate moments with you, think again. I may have already taken them from you without even touching them.

My fare gentlemen. You are not the only ones that can be taken to the heavens by me. The same warnings apply for you. You may want to bored up your doors for your woman might try to run away, searching for someone that can actually pleasure them. Your erections are nothing compared to what I can do to them. And you men think that woman can't do anything as good as you. I would think twice about that statement.

My acting is not great, for I am needing teaching. I am not skilled in these arts, but I am skilled in getting what I want. If I want something, I always get it without a fuss. I have never used violence to get anything, for I do have some morals, just lacking a bit, like my acting. I shall put it in simple words...

If I want your heart, I can take it in a simple brush of the hand. If I want to break you, I will break you. If I want your money, you will give it to me without me giving you pleasure. If I want your house, you will give it to me without any hesitation.

If there is something that you have not caught in my prologue, you are not as bright as I thought you were. I will put it in five simple words so even you may understand me...

You...will...not...like...me...

My name is Avar Contell, actress of any stage, and you will not like me.

That is it.

As you go on with the story, there will be characters that come and go. I will not always use both Jack and Avar's POV. You may think that the Jack you have come to love on the big screen of the movie theater is the same one I will be writing about, but dare I say, he is not. He is, Captain Jack Sparrow, but he is going to be quite different, for I do not like copying other peoples work. I think that fanfiction needs a new Jack. For the better, or for the worse. I also think that fanfiction needs Avar. For the better, or the worse.

That is it.