You added the last touches of the light make up on your icy green eyes and studied yourself in the mirror. A satisfied gloss blanketed your eyes as you became happy with the way you presented yourself. You figured the night would be long and treacherous with all the cat calls and hollers from drunken audience members relishing in your shorts and sailor's shirt. But, you were prepared for such things, and had been ever since you started your night job at the pubs with a few of your friends.

"Maddy!! Hurry up, we're about to go on!!" your friend, Olivia exclaimed.

"I'm on my way, sheesh. I think the drunk bastards won't care if I'm a few 8 counts late. They don't even know what an 8 count is". You and Olivia shared a light laugh before flushing yourself of any unnecessary amusement.

You followed Olivia towards a small stage made of cheap wood that could barely accommodate you, Olivia, and your other friend, Amelia. You almost stepped onto the stage when you noticed your hair was still flowing off your shoulders. You quickly grabbed a tie and managed your medium length auburn hair into a less than classy pony. The band began playing a very catchy number you had picked out especially for this pub. The music varied for 6 minutes or so, from powerful and fierce, to light and dreamy. As you walked on stage in all manner of your performance, you noticed a vaguely familiar man not far from the left side of the stage, which you were set at. He seemed to be a mysterious figure, but yet was known by everyone in the pub.

As you danced, the man never seemed to take his eyes off of you and your stage occupants. He also never parted his lips from his can of rum either. A typical man in the pub, most likely a typical man on the streets.

The number ended, and you quickly went to a back room to change into everyday clothes, a simple dress that was worn, torn, and dirty.

"What's with the rush, Maddy?" Olivia called after you.

"Maddy, what's in your head? Take your time. We have nothing to do for the rest of the night," Amelia said to you. You ignored her worries and left back for the pub.

"I worry about that girl sometimes" Olivia pointed out.

"Me too, Liv, me too"

As you made your way back to the pub, drunken sailors began throwing shillings at you and stuffing them in your bodice. You plowed through the crowds of men to the stage. You searched through the pub for the man, only to find out he had left already.

You rapidly ran outside and looked through the streets. The streets were crowded in most places, and it was difficult to find a certain person in a crowd of them. Eventually, you found the man facing another man sleeping with the pigs, looking quite dirty and disgusting. He seemed to be busy, but you didn't give a damn. His back was turned to you as you stood there, but you knew exactly who it was. You immediately recognized the messy dreadlocks, random beads, worn tricon, and long navy coat from your past.

"Jack Sparrow!!" you shouted.

"Captain...Captain Jack Sparrow" the man said slowly turning around. As soon as your eyes and his made contact, his facial expression turned to that of surprise. "Madeline?? Been years love, and I say, ye 'ave definitely grown up" Jack said, eyeing your womanly body. "...very well, might I add".

You began stepping closer to Jack, realizing how short you truly were. "Jack, what are you doing here in Iliya??" you asked.

"Why, I am 'ere for thirst problems. In other words...me bloody rum stock was consumed quicker than I thought" he frowned and took a quick glimpse down your bodice.

"You underestimate yourself Jack. Pubs should shudder at the thought of your name and crew." Jack chuckled a little.

"I remember ye as a little one causing quite a ruckus yerself Maddy. Seems ye be doing just as well now as ye did then, with the dancin' an' such. 'ver thought of becomin' a lady of the night?? I'm sure ye would make a plentiful profit from them moves ye have." a smirk covered Jack's face as you rolled your eyes in disgust.

"Very funny, but I try to think of this as professional work...even though it might not seem as such at times."

"Ye'd be surprised, love."

"Don't you have wenches to be tending to??" you said angrily to Jack, hands on your hips.

"Ah, I thought I was lookin' at one, love. 'm sorry...won' happen again." Jack kept smiling as you glared at him.

"You remember I was taught to handle a sword, right?"

"Well, that would 'ave not much use now, love. As I can see, ye don' seem to 'ave yer effects with ye, makin' it almost impossible for ye to fight an' win. Especially against yer's truly" Jack's smirk remained on his face while he pointed to himself. You suddenly heard screams from across town and cannon fire. You glanced up at Jack who quickly changed emotion from content to stress, as if he knew what, or who, was coming after the town.

"Sorry to cut this short, love, but I need to get back to me ship as soon as possible".

"What?" you asked wide eyed. "Jack!! What's coming after you!?"

"Nothin', love. Just a few friends, tha's all."

"How do I know you're not telling the truth??"

"B'cause ye wouldn' believe the truth even if I told it to ye, so on so forth. Now please, let me go, me ship is callin' me presence." As soon as Jack was about to turn on his heel and leave you, a wickedly horrific looking man came up behind you and began dragging you by your hair. You screamed and the man hit you with the butt of his pistol, causing you to fall unconscious. Your screams reached Jack before you fell unconscious, and he quickly cocked out his pistol and shot the man, the bullet narrowly missing you. Jack stared at your unconscious body contemplating what to do.

"Oh bugger" he said, scooping up your limp body and starting for the docks as quickly as he could.