- Author's Notes - So, I first wrote this story a LONG time ago with my best friend when Pirates of the Caribbean first came out, and, with the new movie approaching, I thought I'd bring it back to life.

Pictures of original characters such as Lucinda and any others introduced can be found in my Profile. I'll update as new people are added.

This story mostly follows the movies, at least the first and second ones for now, but there are differences in the plot, and please be advised, this is not a Disney based story. There is some dark stuff ahead.

With that, I hope you enjoy, and PLEASE review! Chapter 2 is already underway, so, the more reviews, the faster I'll post it.


Nineteen year old Lucinda Belle Sparrow sat on the worn, tattered stool at her vanity in her dimly lit by a few scattered candles cabin aboard the cursed Pirate ship The Black Pearl, gazing at her reflection in the dirty, cracked mirror.

Her seemingly lifeless honey brown eyes were red and puffy, while her dirt and smoke caked cheeks were further stained with the tears she'd been crying.

The crew had just pillaged another town, and Lucinda could hear the evil celebratory chuckles of the Pirates outside on deck, while, in the distance, the screams of the families who'd lost loved ones, the women who'd been assaulted, and the soldiers who'd fought were still audible, depsite them being at least a mile back out into the open ocean, following the ship, or, more accurately, Lucinda, like a haunting fog.

She'd been at the mercy of Hector Barbossa and the rest of the crew of the Black Pearl for nearly ten years. She'd been raised by her older brother, Jack, after their Mother, Anne, who'd been a proper French lady, died when she was only a few years old, while their Father, a Pirate, who'd most likely conceived his two children through force, hadn't been seen since before Lucinda was even born. Though that didn't stop Jack from taking off on the seas, with his little sister in tow, in search of the man, after their Mother's death.

They never found him, ironically slipping into his Pirate lifestyle however, nor the brother of Anne's they remembered visiting them at their home every year, though Lucinda finally discovered the Father she never had in William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner after the man joined the crew Jack put together for the Black Pearl.

After a mutiny led by Barbossa, Lucinda watched her beloved older brother be marooned and left for dead on a desert Island, but she remained safe with Bootstrap, until the crew found the cursed Treasure of Cortés, which turned them into men who could not feel, taste, nor die, and, when William Turner sent a piece of the gold off, vowing the Pirates deserved to be Cursed forever, as the spell could not be lifted without each medallion, the man was dropped into the ocean depths with a canon tied to his boots by the enraged crew.

Lucinda could still remember watching the man she considered her Father, the only family she had left after losing Jack, send her one last smile, before being shoved overboard. While she sobbed, and the crew cheered in victory, Barbossa had fallen to one knee beside her, wrapped an arm around her small form, and grinned.

"Don't ye worry, love," he'd crooned into her ear, as she cringed, terrified. "Barbossa will take care of ye now."

The now Captain of the Black Pearl had then laughed maniacally, while the little girl merely continued to cry.

Now a young woman, Lucinda was still trapped. She hadn't taken a piece of the treasure, but she still felt just as cursed, if not moreso, as the rest of the crew.

She'd tried to flee several times over the years, as soon as her legs were strong enough to carry her, but was always found, and returned to Barbossa's clutches. Eventually, she gave up, accepted this was her fate, her life, until she grew old, and became undesirable to the Pirates.

She'd remained untouched, or, more accurately, a "proper" virgin, for longer than she should've, being trapped on a ship of undead men as she was, but only because Barbossa had commanded she stay "innocent" for the day they finally lifted the Curse, and he could be the first man to have her, when he could actually feel her and everything bedding her would bring.

Lucinda would rather die than see that day. She'd more than once considered killing herself, but had only been able to go through with an attempt once. She'd taken a blade to her wrist, slicing deep multiple times, while locked in her cabin.

Unfortunately, Barbossa's faithful monkey had smelled the blood, getting in through one of the ship's many holes, then gone to fetch the Captain, who, along with several other members of the crew, had broken down her door in time to save her life.

She'd kicked and screamed and begged to be let to die, while Barbossa held her tight, securing clothes around her bleeding arm, before murmuring to her that it was all right, that he forgave her.

Lucinda's slender forearm still bore the scars of that night, which she usually kept covered with a black silk ribbon. Since she couldn't end her own life, she set about another way to save herself from the inevitable night Barbossa would come to her bed, and, when they'd raid towns, she'd look for a man to give herself to.

It took sometime, as she felt, if she was going to do this, it shouldn't be with just any man who looked at her with desire in his eyes, especially since that wouldn't eliminate many options. But she soon found one. A young soldier with the Royal Navy. He was handsome, with black hair, a matching in hue beard, and piercing blue eyes. His name was Killian Jones. Both he and his brother, Liam, were in the service, but it was Killian who caught her eye.

The first time he'd seen her was quite fortunate, as she'd just been injured by one of the men in town who'd decided to fight the Pirates, but all Killian saw was a beautiful, wounded young woman, who begged him to protect her.

He'd taken her back to his quarters at the town's Navy fort, where he'd bandaged her upper arm, which had been cut, telling her he'd keep her safe until the Pirates were gone, but Lucinda knew Barbossa wouldn't leave without her, so she'd gone to work on the young man, clutching at him the way she'd seen frightened women do with their men when the crew would pillage towns.

When she'd leaned in to kiss him, after being in his room with him for a few hours, he'd been tempted, naturally, but was too much of a good man, and pulled back, saying they shouldn't. Lucinda remained forceful, eventually getting him to kiss her. He still pulled back after only a second, once more insisting it was wrong, that he'd be taking advantage of her, but she pushed forward, fueled by the nightmarish thoughts of being bedded by Barbossa one day, and, soon, Killian melted into the beautiful young woman's arms.

Lucinda had continued to be forceful, as the only kind of lovemaking she'd ever witnessed was rough and borderline violent, but he'd held her gently, kissed her softly, whispered to her that it was all right, and she found herself, for the first time, being the young woman she was. Not a Pirate, not an Orphan, not a man's plaything, or the hostage on the ship that was the only home she'd ever known, a young woman. And one experiencing her first time lovemaking just as she should, with a good man, who treated her as the Lady she was.

The canon fire, the screams, the gunshots, everything outside of the room faded away, despite continuing on for several hours, and Lucinda fell asleep in Killian's arms, after he gave her something, a ring he wore, which he placed on a chain, so that she could wear it around her neck. He told her the ring had been his Mother's, all his Father had been able to afford to give to her on a Soldier's wages. Lucinda had said she couldn't accept it, but Killian insisted, so she'd allowed him to place it around her neck, while one of the first true smiles in years rested on her beautiful face.

In the morning, Lucinda's perfect night ended. Not in the way she thought it would, with her slipping out while Killian slept, and returning to Barbossa, waiting until they were a safe distance from the town to tell him she'd been raped by one of the men there, but with the Captain and a few of the crew kicking in the door to the room, where they found her in bed with the young Soldier.

While Lucinda pleaded with Barbossa, she and Killian had been dragged outside. The entire town was nearly dead silent, with only the sobs of women and children finding their dead men in the streets filling the air, while the few soldiers left were bloodied, and set up to be hanged by the rest of the crew.

Lucinda was forced to watch as Killian was beaten, then, despite her cries, had his throat slit, before his body was tossed off the Fort's wall, and into the water to be eaten by the ocean life. One of the remaining soldiers was Liam, the young man's older brother, who sobbed, and cursed the Pirates.

Barbossa had asked Lucinda if she was satisfied, or if she needed more incentive. She'd conceded, and, thankfully, no more blood was split. She'd locked eyes with Liam, as the Captain led her off, back to the longboats, with the rest of the crew, while Barbossa held her against his side, telling her it was all right, that they'd pretend it never happened, that he'd punished the horrible man who'd hurt her, and that he forgave her for her part in it.

Lucinda had thankfully been able to hold onto Killian's ring, continuing to wear it around her neck to this day, as Barbossa only asked her about it once, and when she'd lied, saying she'd taken it from one of the towns they'd raided, he'd thankfully either believed her, or knew she was lying, but let it go, giving her one small piece of mercy.

The young woman was torn from her thoughts, and brought back to her dimly lit cabin, at the sudden sound of heavy booted footsteps approaching from outside, causing her to instinctively reach down the front of the black tunic she wore, and wrap her fingers around Killian's ring, where it dangled off of the chain around her neck.

The door to her quarters soon swung open, revealing Barbossa in its place, and Lucinda's heart instinctively skipped a beat, then began pounding quickly against the inside of her chest.

"Good evening, lass," he grinned a mouthful of rotten teeth at her.

"Good evening, Captain," replied Lucinda, nodding her dark blond head at him.

"I've brought ye something from the shores," Barbossa said, reaching into his heavy jacket with a large filthy hand, as he strode across the room to where she sat at her vanity.

"Oh?" Lucinda inquired, lifting her tired gaze to him, when he came to a halt by her, then followed his arm, as he placed the item in question in front of her. It was a small jewelry box. Not a cheap one either, but one most likely from a mansion in the town they'd just left.

"Plays music," said Barbossa, just as she reached over to lift the top of the heavy item, causing a pleasant gentle song to fill the air in the room.

Despite everything that the evil man had put her through, the jewelry box nonetheless caused Lucinda to smile softly, something he noticed, and so he placed his large filthy hand on her nearest slender shoulder.

"There's something else too," Barbossa continued.

"What's that?" Lucinda asked, not looking up at him, nor truly registering his heavy limb on her arm, as she was seemingly mesmerized by the tune, such a gentle melody, one that reminded her of her Mother, and something she hadn't heard in ages, especially since the only music to usually assault her ears is that played in the pubs and whorehouses the crew visit in towns like Tortuga.

Barbossa moved his hand from her shoulder, and hooked one finger under her chin, while placing his thumb on it, using the hold, which was far from gentle, to force her gaze off of the jewelry box, and up at him, which caused her moment of happiness to swiftly disappear.

"We've found it," the Captain grinned, and Lucinda's already dimming smile faded completely. "The final piece of the gold. It called to us. Which means. . . " Suddenly, his hand wound its way into her silky dark golden tresses, which he fisted tightly around his fingers, causing her to gasp softly in surprise and slight pain, before he used the hold to haul her to her feet, then pull her to him, the harsh sudden actions causing her own delicate limbs to fly to his chest in an instinctive bracing action. "Soon, ye'll be mine, Lucinda Sparrow."

Lucinda flinched at his use of her first name, which she'd never really gone by until Jack turned them to the Pirate lifestyle, as all who ever met her before then insisted "Belle" was more befitting, given her incredible beauty, and Station by her Mother.

"Finally mine," Barbossa continued, flicking his hungry, lust filled gaze over every inch of the young woman's beautiful form that he could see, before settling his eyes on her breathtaking face once more. "I think there be a bit more wind as can coax these sails."

Loosening his grip on her hair, the Captain leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss to Lucinda's forehead, before completely releasing his hold on her, turning, then striding from the room, slamming the door to her quarters shut behind him, leaving her standing there, completely stunned.

Lucinda's breath began escaping her in shuddered gasps, as fear and dread overtook every last part of her, right down to her very soul. Everything, all of it, every last thing she'd done to prevent this, was for nothing, and, in that moment, as if tied to her emotions, the music box died, its soft, sweet song cutting off as swiftly as if someone had taken all the sound from the World.

Looking over at the item, Lucinda merely stared down at it for a moment, quieting her trembling breaths, while seemingly willing the box back to life, but it remained as quiet as a grave.

Reaching out, she gently closed the lid, then lifted her eyes to the cracked mirror of her vanity, hating the girl who stared back at her.

Wrapping her fingers around the heavy item, she raised it up, drew back her arm, then threw it at the glass with all her might, while emitting a sound that could only be described as a grunt of despair, as the mirror completely shattered, showering the top of the vanity and the torn stool in front of it, as well as the floor around the items of furniture, in sharp shards of glass.

Breathing heavily from the surge of adrenaline that had shot through her, it wasn't long before Lucinda's legs gave out from beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, her anger soon swiftly melting into sadness, causing her to curl up on the dirty ground of her cabin, as a fresh bout of sobs overtook her.


Tortuga

Captain Inara Serra sat at a secluded table in the rear of one of the town's many pubs, a mug of ale sitting on the surface, while she relaxed back in her chair, her booted feet propped up on an empty barrel, crossed at the ankles, as one hand absently played with the turtle pendant she wore around her neck, and the other fed grapes to her most trusted companion, King Charles, a Capuchin monkey, who, while almost identical in appearance, was the complete opposite of the one found in Barbossa's company.

Despite all of the noise of the drunk patrons surrounding her, Inara was quite content in her little corner, and that was perhaps the reason she didn't notice a man approach her table, that is until he spoke.

"Captain Inara Serra," said Captain Jack Sparrow, offering the beautiful woman a charming smile, when she looked over at him, initially irritated at being interrupted, but the expression didn't last long, once she saw it was a handsome Pirate who'd come calling. "What a pleasure it is to meet you." He extended one ring adorned hand to her. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

Sitting up, Inara accepted Jack's offered hand, giving it a firm shake, before pulling the limb free, and relaxing back. "I've heard of you."

"All good things, I hope," Jack continued to grin, while holding his arms out on either side of himself, as he tilted slightly to one side.

"Not all," Inara replied. "No."

"Well, we'll have to change that, then, won't we?" suggested Jack, before gesturing at the barrel she had her feet on. "May I sit?"

Sighing softly, the Pirate's charm and handsome looks only getting him so far in her books, Inara nonetheless moved her legs off of the item, and sat up more fully, offering King Charles a fresh grape, as Jack sat down on the barrell.

"Cute little beastie," he said, gesturing at the monkey, before making an expression of disgust. "And I'll be the first to admit I don't have the best experiences with them."

"Well, we'll have to change that, then, won't we?" smiked Inara, throwing his earlier words back at him.

Jack chuckled softly, lifting a hand to point at her. "Beautiful, and clever. I like you better and better by the moment." Sighing gently, he went on. "I heard about happened to your ship, and, Captain to Captain, I am truly sorry for your loss."

A flash of pain could be seen in Inara's dark brown eyes at his words, but she quickly looked away, causing King Charles to move up onto her shoulder, chattering softly in concern, and the emotion was gone when she returned the orbs to the man.

"Thank you," was all she managed to respond with.

"I know what it's like, love," said Jack, moving closer, enough to rest his elbow on the table's top. "To loose a ship. Almost ten years ago, I was viciously mutinied upon by my First Mate. He and me crew left me stranded on an Island with no hope of escape. But that wasn't even the worst part of it."

"What was?" Inara asked, with a gentle shake of her dark brown head.

"He took me little sis," Jack replied, almost spitting the words out like a snake does venom. "The only thing in this World who ever gave a damn about me. The only thing in the World I truly loved. My ship as well, sure. But Lucinda. . . " Pausing, it was his turn for a rare flash of pain, a show of emotion other than charm, to cross his handsome face. "She was everything to me. And I got no idea if she be alive or dead, but I do know one thing, love, I want revenge, against Barbossa, against that whole rotten crew."

"Why are you telling me this?" inquired Inara next. "You think you can come here, bat your eyes at me, tell me a sob story about your little sister, and I'll melt like one of those Whores out there?" She nodded at the pub, which was full of loose women and their customers.

"No, love," said Jack, sitting back a bit on the barrel, before shrugging. "I just thought ye might jump at the chance at a new ship and crew."

"You just told me the ship's the only thing left you have," Inara responded. "You expect me to believe you'll give it to me? That I'll want another Captain's ship, with a crew that betrayed their last?"

"No," Jack answered. "No, love, you misunderstood me. The Black Pearl is mine, its crew I'll be sending down to see old Davy Jones. However, in order to find one ship and one crew, I'd naturally need another. And those?" He quirked his brow, shrugging softly. "Those be all yours when we're done."

Inara's brow quirked in interest at this. However, she wouldn't be a good Pirate is she wasn't suspicious. Especially of Captain Jack Sparrow.

"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked, placing her arm on the table, and leaning forward to gaze more closely at the man, where she gazed knowingly at him. "You know I've heard the stories about you. You're not exactly considered trustworthy, Jack."

"Well, I guess this'll be what you call a leap of faith, won't it, love?" Jack said, offering her a fresh charming smile, before rising from the barrell. "Meet me here, at first light, and we'll be on our merry way, Captain."

Inara gazed after the man, as he left her with a slight bow, before turning on his heel, and marching over to two women waiting for him, one a redhead and the other a blond, both known Whores, wrapping an arm around them, then leading them off.


Port Royal

Lucinda stood on the deck of the Black Pearl, as the menacing ship fired on the sleepy unsuspecting town, waking its inhabitants with violence and terror, and lighting the night with fires and explosions, the air soon heavy with smoke, gunfire, and screams.

Nearly the entire crew was piling into the longboats, to go ashore, and Lucinda was ready to join them. She had her usual things with her, gun, sword, and her bag, which she brought with her so she could carry back the few things she'd actually take from the towns they'd pillage. But, tonight, she already had items in it, the few she'd leave this ship with that actually meant something to her, one being a beautiful necklace of her Mother's.

Lucinda had no intention of returning to the Black Pearl, even if it meant she met her end on the shores of Port Royal. She would rather die, than see Barbossa lift the Curse, and take her to bed, which she knew would not be a single event, but rather many, for the rest of her life.

Flicking a last glance at the ship, Lucinda turned to head down the ladder, when a large filthy hand suddenly shot out, grabbing her by the upper arm, and, when she looked over to see who it belonged to, she found Barbossa standing there, his ever loyal monkey on his shoulder.

"I want that medallion, Lucinda," he said to her, firmly squeezing her arm in his grasp, as he spoke. "Bring it to me."

Lucinda nodded, "Yes, Captain."

Barbossa let go of her arm, allowing her to climb down the ladder on the side of the ship, where she joined other members of the crew in one of the longboats waiting down below.

Taking in a deep breath, she released it, as they pushed away from the Pearl, and began rowing to shore. She looked up at the ship, as they went, and saw Barbossa standing on its deck, gazing right back at her, before she tore her eyes from his, and instead focused on the town she planned to meet her fate in, having no idea she truly would, though in the completely opposite way she imagined.


- Author's Note - Well, there's Chapter 1. As I said at the beginning, you can find pictures of Lucinda, as well as any other new characters you saw, such as Inara, Killian, Jack and Lucinda's Mother Anne, in my Profile, so be sure to check them out, and, of course, PLEASE review!