Ok, first things first, this isn't a complete chapter. And secondly, I don't have a complete idea of where this story is going to go. I'm putting in an original character and I'm trying to figure everything out about her before I really get going on this so that I can make sure her character is consistant. So I'd really like some help on this. I'm putting in a section I typed up one night after I saw POTC and I would really like it if you people could review and ask all the questions you can think of about this story and about my OC. If you people could do that then maybe I could figure out where I want this story to go. Thanks so much.






Jack looked at the girl. Her calloused hands pushed her black hair out of her face as she stared at him. Her jade green eyes were hard as they took him in.

"Ah yes," she said, her voice mocking. "It's Jack Sparrow. The infamous Jack Sparrow." A few of the pub's members snickered but most remained quiet. Apparently the young woman had a reputation because no one told her to stand down.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," he said. Honestly, why did everyone leave that part out?

"What makes you think you have the right to come in here?" The girl asked venomously.

Jack looked at her. "Well, last I checked love this was a bar open to anyone." He didn't understand what this girl's problem was but it was beginning to annoy him.

"Well, Captain Sparrow, the rules have changed since you last came here." The girl's piercing green eyes locked onto his. "I have a share in this bar and any pirate who comes in here must earn my respect before they drink."

"It's a bit late for that love," Jack said as he raised his half empty bottle of rum. This girl seemed to be trying to pick a fight with him.

"I know," she said, and Jack could've sworn that a hint of a smile flickered across her lips. "Any pirate who fails to earn my respect before drinking must fight with me. A sword fight. If they win then they have the right to throw me out and take my share of the pub. If they lose..." She smirked as though her victory were assured. "I have the right to throw them out and ban they from ever coming back."

She definitely was picking a fight with him. He didn't know what he'd done but whatever it was the girl hated him for it. He thought about it. The girl was not afraid of him which was something. And he could tell she at least knew how to use a sword. Her calloused hands proved it. It was in the way her hand rested on her sword. Her arms were not soft like other lasses' but strong and muscular.

"All right then love but don't get too upset when I win," Jack said. Like before, only a few of the bar's occupants snickered. The rest were serious, their eyes went from Jack to the girl and back to Jack again.

"Cat, don't," someone said softly. The girl turned to look. The bartender, an old man, was staring at her, worry in his face. "Cat, that's Jack Sparrow."

"I know who it is Tomas," the girl named Cat said through gritted teeth. "What's your point?"

"My point is that I don't want you to make a royal fool of yourself," Tomas said.

The girl turned away from him saying, "Well Tomas I appreciate you concern but I'm afraid I'm disinclined to acquiesce your request." Her eyes met Jack's again. "As the challenger you have the right to choose the ground Mr. Sparrow. Will it be in here or outside?"

"Oh, outside I think love," Jack said. Cat turned her back to him and proceeded to the doorway. Jack could have handled it then but he didn't care to. He was not one for attacking people when their backs were turned. Sure, he'd been known to cheat when it came to face-to-face fighting but he believed in at least giving his opponents a chance. Besides, this girl was so cocky, so sure she could beat him that he couldn't help but be interested in how good she was.

As they stepped out of the bar a gust of wind swept across the yard. The moon shone down on the ground, illuminating everything with its pale silvery light. The people in the bar crowded around the doorway but were wise enough not to emerge into the yard.

Jack studied the girl as she turned to face him. The moonlight made her appear ghostlike. Every part of her, her face, her clothes, her hair seemed unreal, of another world. The only things that failed to have this appearance were her eyes. They shone grayish-green in the darkness, like a cat's eyes and Jack realized he knew where she'd gotten her name.

She drew her sword slowly, letting the moon's pale light shimmer on the blade. She held it out in front of her. There was ceremony, he realized to the way she drew her sword and ceremony to the way she held it. She'd done this before, many times before. Not one for ceremony, Jack quickly unsheathed his sword and held it out in front of him. He grinned. Cat raised an eyebrow at him as they began to circle each other.

He attacked first, his blade flashing towards her throat. She knocked it aside with ease. Jack's grin widened. The girl was good. It wasn't very often he ran across a girl who could handle a sword well, much less even lift one. This would be interesting.

Suddenly the girl's sword came flashing toward his throat. Jack knocked it aside. She smiled, the smile of a cat about to fall upon its prey. Lunging towards him, she swung her sword. Jack blocked and they had begun.