I. Reunited

Jack stood up high on the sails of his ship. The wind making his dreadlocked hair whip around wildly as the ship sailed onwards. His kohl eyes staring deadhead, determined, as he got closer to his destination. He was feeling on top of the world. It felt good to be in command of his own vessel once again, after Barbossa, the two faced mutineer, turned his own crew against him and left them on an island. Him and Isabella Delmara, Captain of the Enchantress.

He winced at the thought of his former lover. After finding a way to escape the island he'd left her there. It wasn't intentional. Well, at the time it was. She said the three words he never wanted to hear and he just panicked. Jack Sparrow never settled for anyone. The women of Tortuga could vouch for that. He was certain he would see her in the distant future, but it was a meeting he didn't want to happen anytime soon. Besides, he had bigger problems at the moment.

Jack glanced down at the boat below and grimaced. He grabbed the rope beside him on the mast and flicked it, preparing himself to climb down before jumping. The fall didn't last long before his boots hit the water filled dingy with a splash. He threw the rope aside and looked around the slowly sinking boat. All different kinds of objects floated in the water but there was only one he needed. He grabbed the bucket, propped one foot on the bench and began to bail the water out.

As the boat pulled into Port Royal, Jack glanced up at the arc of rocks which had a wooden beam across it. Three decaying carcasses hung from the beam by ropes around their necks. Jack threw the bucket aside and stood up at the sight. A wave of sadness came over him as he looked at his fellow pirates, most likely ones he may have encountered at one point or the other. He took off his hat and held it to his chest in respect as the boat floated by. 'PIRATES YE BE WARNED' the rotting sign said. Jack saluted in acknowledgment.

The people of Port Royal were busy as they went about their daily business. It was a fairly small docking town but one of the most powerful. A ship was docked in harbour with two longboats floating next to it with people passing supplies along to be put on the ship for the next voyage. As one man carried a black goat over, one sailor looked into the water as the bucket Jack used to bail his ship floated by. The sailor looked up, as did the rest of the crew at the unusual sight.

Once again, Jack stood up majestically on the mast with his head held high. His boat sailed over to the dock gradually sinking lower and lower. If he was going to sink, he might as well go down with dignity. He stepped out one foot, ready to walk across the boardwalk as the sails went down into the sea. One brown boot stepped onto the wood, followed by another as he swanned off confidently, silently thanking the fact that the boat sunk at the right speed. If it had sunk a few metres away, that would've been embarrassing.

Jack ghosted around the dock official as he was about to talk to him. The official did a double take as he walked past. He stopped waved a finger around stuttering as he glanced from Jack to the boat. "Hear, hold up there you!" he cried indignantly making Jack stop mid-stride. He spun to face him. They both walked up to each other, meeting each other halfway. "It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock." Jack looked over his shoulder his boat which only had the mast sticking out and the brim of the sails peaking out of the water. "And I shall need to know your name."

Jack's eyes narrowed as he curiously watched the official looked down at his book ready to record his name. He couldn't give him his name, he was the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Giving over his name would mean a one way trip to noose. Like that was going to happen! Jack considered the man in front of him. He had a slave boy which meant he was rich. He liked money. An idea came to him.

Reaching into his pocket, Jack took out some coins. "What do you say to three shillings," he said, placing the coins on his book, "and we forget the name?"

The official looked down at the coins wide-eyed before turning his attention to Jack. "Welcome to Port Royal, Mr Smith." he accepted, closing his books on the coins. Jack made a praying gesture before they both went their separate ways. He passed the official's post, spotting the small sack of money. He picked it up and shook it making a small jingling sound before walking off mentally smirking. Pirate!

Jack hid behind the overgrowth of the hill watching, like a predator eyeing its prey, as the sailors climbed into longboats and rowed away towards the ship. 'Perfect' he thought. He glanced around making sure no one was watching before moving in, not noticing the pair of brown eyes watching his every move.

Jack walked down the ramp of the dock and onto the sandy beach throwing a glance over to the two naval men sitting on the barrels stored underneath the docks out of the sunlight. At the sight of the stranger, the two naval men jumped into action, grabbing their guns and setting their hats straight. They both ran forwards in front of Jack, cutting him off from his aim.

"This dock is off limits to civilians." the skinnier officer, Murtogg, said.

"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know." Jack apologised. "If I see one, I shall inform you immediately. He made to walk around the soldiers but they shifted sideways, cutting him off again. Jack looked at them calculatingly. He wasn't going to get on the ship without getting past them. He needed a distraction. He glanced up at the cliffs where there was some fancy ceremony. "Apparently, there's some fancy to-do up the fort, eh?" The bigger soldier, Mullroy, looked over as the other stood undeterred. "How can it be that two such outstanding gentlemen, such as yourselves, did not merit an invitation?"

"Well, someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." Murtogg said.

"It's a fine goal, to be sure," Jack said, walking the other way. The guards shuffled with him making sure he would get around. "but it seems to me that a… a ship like that," he gestured to the Dauntless floating in open water, "makes this one here a bit superfluous really."

Both the naval men looked over at the Dauntless before turning back to Jack. "Oh, the Dauntless is the power of the water, true enough. But there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed." Murtogg said.

"I've heard of one." a feminine voice said from the shadows below the dock. Jack felt his insides freeze at the familiar voice. He'd recognise that voice with a tinge of a Spanish accent anywhere. It was same voice that had taken over his conscious for eight years now. The same voice that haunted his dreams and plagued his thoughts when he was with other women. He shut his eyes tight, hoping this wasn't happening. The two soldier noticed Jack's distress and glanced at each other in confusion. Jack opened one eye, slowly turning on the spot, silently praying it wasn't who he thought it was.

A woman with olive skin stepped out into the sunlight revealing her identity. Jack swallowed hard. Give him the kraken or Davy Jones himself, anything but Isabella Delmara. Her long, wavy, brown hair was pulled back into a half up half down style. Her usually doe-like brown eyes enhanced with deep black eye make-up glared at him with hatred. Her curves were emphasised by the tight bodice of the golden coloured dress, decorated with little bows, making her skin look as though it was glowing. Her sleeves and skirt parted into ruffles of fabric. Her lips pulled up into a cruel smirk that, even Jack was sure, could scare the devil himself. "How about the Black Pearl?" she purred.

Jack inwardly sighed as she made her way over to them. He was going get slapped. Or punched. Or killed. Never mind the people of Port Royal finding out who he was, this woman was going to hang him herself.

Bella approached them, fighting ever instinct in her body to take her dagger out her boot and kill Jack right there. No words could describe her hatred for that man at this moment. It had been eight long years since she'd last seen him. Eight years of searching for him just so she could smother him in his sleep. She had eight years to think of every possible painful way to get back at him and none of them were ever good enough. She went and stood next to Jack who awkwardly shifted from foot to foot. She thought the smug smile threatening to show on her lips. He was scared. And so he should be.

Mullroy's snort of laughter caught the attention of the pirates. "There's no real ship that can match the Interceptor." he said.

Murtogg glanced at him uncertainly. "The Black Pearl is a real ship." he said, causing Mullroy to stop laughing.

Mullroy glanced at Jack and Bella before shaking his head. "No, it's not." he said, looking to the pirate.

"Yes, it is. I've seen it." Murtogg said, not backing down.

Mullroy looked to him frowning. "You've seen it?"

"Yes."

"You haven't seen it."

"Yes, I have!" Murtogg said certainly.

"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out?" Mullroy asked. Jack and Bella glanced at each other in a mixture of disbelief and irritation. These had to be the worst soldiers ever.

"…No." Murtogg admitted hesitantly.

"No." Mullroy repeated, smugly. Happy that he was right, he turned back to the pirates.

"But I have seen a ship with black sails." Murtogg said.

"Oh!" Mullroy said, turning his attention back to his companion. "And no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out, could possible have black sails, therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?" Bella watched from the corner of her eye as Jack slipped away unnoticed by the guards. Her eyes narrowed slightly. 'There's no way he's getting away this time', she thought as she picked up her skirts to follow him.

Jack stood at the helm spinning the wheel experimentally, testing the steering. He was a little unsure about the ship but he supposed it will do until he got the Pearl back. An olive toned hand grabbed the wheel stopping it. Jack looked guiltily up at Bella's brown ones. "Long time no see, Sparrow." she said.

"Lovely to see you too, Bella." Jack said, giving her his charming smile, even though it came out more like a grimace. He shifted on his feet awkwardly, before his head had turned involuntarily and his cheek was stinging. He turned to look at the furious woman a little dazed. 'At least she didn't kill me. Yet.' he thought. "I know I deserved that." Jack winced as he rubbed his cheek.

"Damn right you do!" she snapped. She glanced over at the arguing Navy men who hadn't heard her shout. She turned back to Jack lowering her voice to a deadly hiss. "You left me to rot on that god-forsaken spit of land!"

"You got off, didn't you?"

"That's not the point!" Bella huffed.

"Hey! You two!" Mullroy shouted as they both ran up the gangplank having noticed the pirates had disappeared during their little debate. "Get away from there! You don't have permission to be aboard there!" They both jumped the steps leading off the boat and ran up to the helm to point their guns at them.

Bella fluttered her eyelashes and pouted, playing with the wheel of the ship. "We're sorry. It's just such a pretty boat." she cooed. Her eyes widened slightly and she slapped a hand to her mouth. "Ship." she amended.

The sailors glanced at each other, unsure of what to do. Jack smirked in amusement. She was good, he thought. "What's your names?" Murtogg asked.

"Vanessa Jones." she smiled.

"And you…?" Murtogg asked.

"Smith." Jack said. "Or Smithy, if you like."

"And what's your business in Port Royal?" Mullroy asked mockingly, lowering his gun. As if Smith was his first name!

"Yeah and no lies!" Murtogg added, pointing his rifle threateningly

"None? Ok." Bella said, walking around the wheel to step in front of them. "I confess, I intended to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, and go out on the account, do a little honest pirating."

Jack also stepped out from behind the wheel to face them. Unlike with Bella, who they didn't consider a threat, Murtogg and Mullroy raised their guns ready in case he tried anything."And I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out!" Jack said.

The Navy men look taken-aback. They glanced at each other uncertainly, not expecting that response. "We said no lies." Murtogg said.

"I think they're telling the truth." Mullroy muttered to him, quietly. Bella and Jack frowned at each other.

"If they were telling the truth, they wouldn't have told us." Murtogg said to his companion.

"Unless, of course, they knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if they told it to you." Jack said. Murtogg smiled slightly as it made sense. Both the Naval men's faces fell as they considered what he said. Did that mean they were lying or not?

A/N - Yay! I'm back! Sorry it took so long to rewrite but it's better late than never, right? I did start off writing a Sherlock story but my friend who died actually got me into Pirates of the Caribbean so I change my mind and started this one instead in her memory.

So, this is the first storyof The Siren's Saga. I don't know how many chapters there will be as I still haven't finished it, but I have had a head start and have got the first few chapters done. The plan is to update every Saturday but next week I won't be home so it will be either be late or updated Sunday depending on when I get home.

A little bit about my OC. She goes by two names but mainly Isabella (Bella) Delmara (all will be explained later). I imagine her to look like Gugu Mbatha-Raw but with a slight Spanish accent. The story cover will be up tomorrow. Bella's history/background will slowly be revealed over time. I don't want to ruin the mystery :)

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