"Captain Natasha Sunfield, that's what I'm called, and I may be a pirate but I wasn't always one. I grew up in a small town in Rhode Island near the beach with my mother. My father had been a pirate named John Rackham or 'Calico Jack' and married my mother after she snuck aboard his ship pretending to be a man and proved to be as cut throat as the men while aboard. When my mother became pregnant with me my father was captured and hanged in the Bahamas. When I was born my mother took me up to live in Rhode Island where she would tell me stories all about fights, rum, Commodores, and treasure! I'm not implying that I was obsessed with treasure but I did like my rich lifestyle but grew tired of it at the age of thirteen. At that age I would come home bloody beaten and smiling to tell my mother that I had won another fight at the local tavern, I would hang out with all the local boys and drink rum and wrestle like the rest of them. That was until my mother would make me come inside and get an education and I would sit for hours and listen to my tutor ramble on about things that didn't interest me. Afterwards I would run out of the house still in my dress and listen to the boys make fun of it, or at least until I knocked them on their ass. When my mother died from Influenza when I was seventeen I gathered all I had, that was necessary and set out to find my new home at sea.

When the captain walked out on deck, everyone on board at that time fell silent. Grimly, she walked across the deck to the prow of her ship, The Ruby Grail, and placed her ringed fingers on the deep red mahogany wood of the tip. The spray of the sea lashing at her sun baked skin, dark eyes smiling at the dawn of a new day.
Captain Natasha Sunfield, the most notorious and feared female pirate in the Spanish and English Main. Oh, how she loved that title. She could see fear in sailors' eyes as she lowered the long boat to greet them. No Naval vessel dared attack her Ruby. In the distance, her old girl would gleam, the giantess of the seas. A hundred guns lashing out from dark places, and fell blades to scalp unworthy scallywags. She smiled at the thought. Captain Natasha had never failed to steal the gold off the laps of kings, or plunder through every port there was. Sunfield was a heartbreaker, and a buccaneer. She lived up to her prowess, every day. Her crew feared her, and loved her. She was graceful, but terrible, gorgeous but deadly. The gleam in her eyes as she watched a Nobleman hide as she took every thing from him was the most beautiful thing in the world to her. Natasha's crew were strong men, and didn't fear a challenge. And their next adventure was going to be just that.

"CAPTAIN! WERE LOSING HER! WE NEED TO ABANDON SHIP!" the first mate screamed at his captain. But Natasha Sunfield seemed to not want to let go of her ship. She remained at the wheel, trying her hardest to sail her crew and her ship through the storm, as futile as it was. She knew it was useless, but she wouldn't surrender her ship to the sea... not just yet. The sea would have to fight for it just as she had fought for it. Her ship was her life and with out it she didn't know if she would be able to carry on.

"You want my ship Poseidon, you'll have to fight me for her..." she yelled into the sea. No sooner had she said it, she saw a wave, out of the corner of her eye, smash onto the deck of her ship. The masts fell, and Andrew first mate, was thrown overboard. Seeing her first mate and friend flung into the sea and drown threw Natasha into a state of disbelief, and in her state of shock, she let go of the wheel. Which she regretted immediately.

The ship swung so violently to one side it turned over, until another gigantic wave smashed into the starboard side, breaking the hull. The ship began to sink. Natasha tried to grab onto the wheel, but between the waves the rain and the wind she was slammed into the railing when another violent turn of the ship made her body fall. When she got up, she knew it was over. A third wave caught her eye, and hit her ship with such force, it flipped over.

She found herself under the water, her head touching the wheel. She couldn't find a way out, the water was too dark, and she didn't know which way to swim. Her lungs began to burn, as she fought to get out from under her ship. Finally, her head broke the surface of the water. She tried to swim fellow crew members that were in a small long boat but a wave flung her into the air and pushed her down below the water. Once again she fought for the surface. When she reached it, she saw a considerably large piece of wood from her ship, floating a few feet away from her. She swam to it, and climbed aboard. Tears began to well up in her eyes. She had lost everything... her ship, her crew, and her friends.

"... You win..." she whispered to the sea. Oddly enough, as soon as she said that, the storm began to die down. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she looked around the ocean, watching her ship sink, unable to spot the boat that held the rest of her crew. She remained floating on the wood for an hour or so, when she felt her consciousness slip from her. The storm, cleared and daylight broke through the clouds. Natasha floated unconsciously on the wood at least until the late afternoon, until she was spotted. A man aboard a ship spotted her, floating in the water.

"Captain! Man overboard!" screamed the man, and ran up to the wheel. The captain spotted Natasha through his telescope and called out to his crew.

"Let down the anchor!" commanded the captain. When the ship came to a complete stop, Natasha was floating a few yards from it. The captain dove from the side, into the water, and swam to where Natasha was floating. He dragged her off the wood and swam her to the side of the ship. The crew let down a rope, and the captain took hold. As soon as Natasha and the captain were on board, the captain carried her over to the center of the deck and put her down on the floor. She was breathing. The captain stood up and took a good look at her.

She was a pirate no doubt, mid-back length red hair, and was wearing a bandanna much like his own, dark red with little trinkets in it. She was also wearing a black corset top with a loose white one under it and ripped knee-length pants and gold chains hanging from her neck. From what he could tell she was around twenty to twenty two years of age, and had quite a womanly figure. He smiled inwardly, but then noticed something on her arm. On her right arm there was a burned "P" and a small tattoo of a Celtic sun and ruby dagger in the middle.

"Natasha Sunfield" He whispered remembering the name and tattoo from his past. A girl who he had helped get her started and whom he had 'saved' in a tavern in New York.

--FLASH BACK--

She had just walked into the tavern and had sat down at a table in the middle of the room to be able to see all around her I assume. When a pissed off his ass man wobbles over to her and places his hand on the table and the other on her raised lag that was propped up on the chair in front of her.

"Can I help you ?" She glared at him with her bright green eyes that I could never have forgotten.

"Howsa -hicup- 'bout you and me get -hicup- to know each other upstairs -hicup- ?" He drawled at her as I watched her frown at his breath.

"How about you get your filthy hands off of me before I take them off!" She said pulling out a dagger showing him that she meant business when he didn't back off.

"Aww don't -hicup- be such a wet blanket -hicup- I just want to have some fun whadya say ?" He said squeezing her leg and running it further up.

"I believe the lady said no" I said placing my sword right underneath the drunken mans chin. "Now I suggest you take your leave,…savvy?" I warned with a deep baritone voice raising the blade slightly as to prove my point.

"Alright mate, I get it. Just trying -hicup- to have some fun!" He said raising his hands in defeat.

"Go and have fun with one of the whores by the bar!" I say sitting down next to her smiling. My smile was flirty and big, and showed all my gleaming white teeth, with a gold one in place of my right canine, with my playful brown eyes that gleamed with mischief.

"Thank you but I don't need rescuing. I can take care of myself just dandy!" She said crossing her legs and adjusting her black cut off pants.

"O, I wasn't rescuing you I came over to see if you wanted to have a drink with me?" I said placing my chin in my hand resting on my elbow.

"Well as you can see I already have a drink" Natasha said motioning to the barmaid as she set her drink down on the table.

--FLASH BACK ENDS--
Jack snapped out of his day dream when he heard Gibbs calling his name. He looked down at Natasha as she started to wake up spitting out water as she did. Jack watched her bright green eyes open slightly and close again as she tried to take deep breaths. Her red hair was spread out about her head and made it seem like she had a halo of fire around her head. 'Now I remember why they called her the Phoenix, she simply looks like and angel of fire' Jack thought to himself as he brushed hair back away from her face. Natasha opens her eyes and is met by a pairs of deep brown ones staring down at her with a smile on his lips.

"Hello Captain Sunfield!" Jack said kneeling down next to her.

"Jack Sparrow..."