this is my first ever fanfiction and i'd be honored to have you read it. I'm going through and revising each chapter. please review if you enjoy it

NOTE: i refer to the girl as "she" until the end when she tell Jack who she is.

DISCLAIMER: i dont own any of the original characters from the movies.

CHAPTER 1

Captain Jack Sparrow makes his way to his beloved ship the Black Pearl, not knowing that I stalk him, waiting for the right moment. It won't take long. Just long enough for me to prove my worth. A man walks beside him, no doubt his first mate. I know very little of this other man, but I know his name is Gibbs. I am very familiar with Sparrow. He has yet to know me, but he will. And he'll never forget me. I owe him a great debt, one almost as great as the one he owes me.

"Captain Sparrow?" I call to him before he boards his ship.

"Aye," he answers but continues walking on, his back turned.

"I've come to join your crew, Captain Sparrow."

"Take this aboard," he says to Gibbs, a man with a full but scruffy beard.

Gibbs nods, takes the cargo, but says before boards the ship, "Frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir." Then he walks onto the Pearl.

Jack turns around. "You believe yourself worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow? Why?" he laughs.

I can't stop the smirk that comes to my lips, nor can I stop the quiet laugh that escapes my mouth.

The girl rested on her bunk, her red hair consuming everything in its way. She was playing the moment over in her head, as if it were a movie. A movie she began. A movie she would finish.

"I am worthy for many innumerable reasons. I shall enlighten you with but one." I take a breath and watch Sparrow's bemused look. I continue. "I am the best swordsman that has ever walked this earth. Even better than yourself, Captain Sparrow. I would be an asset far greater than any man aboard your vessel."

He draws his sword. "Let's examine that statement for a moment, shall we?" He waits before he attacks. "This will be the day you will always remember as the day you were defeated by Captain Jack Sparrow." Then he decides to examine my statement by challenging me. Fool…

She could hear the sound of the swords clashing. She could hear her heart as it began to beat faster. She could still feel it ramming against her chest. She could feel her breaths quicken. She had given Jack a good fight. One he would forever remember.

I loiter, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and finish off the unsuspecting Jack. When, at last, the crew begins to gather on the sides of the ship to watch the match, I know the moment arrives. I dig my blade into the hilt of his sword. When it's halfway through the opening in the hilt, I thrust all of my strength into this final attack. I see his eyes widen as he realizes what my intentions are, but there is nothing he can do. Once my sword is deep enough into his, I use my whole body weight to release the sword from his grasp and throw it into the sky. Jack grabs his hand, obviously in pain, but I must prove that I am worthy. I must join his crew. There is no other option. I reach up with my free hand, while Jack is distracted by his pain, and snatch his sword by the handle from the air. I bring the two swords down, forming the shape of an "x." I jab forward and catch Jack's throat between the blades, like I am going to slice his throat with a giant pair of scissors.

I mock him aloud. "This is the day that I will always remember as the day that I almost lost to Captain Jack Sparrow…but prevailed." I laugh as I see his eyes flood with desperation the longer I leave the blades at his throat.

"Welcome aboard," he half-squeaks.

I pull away. I toss his sword into the air and catch the blade, handing him the hilt. "Thank you, Captain Sparrow," I say. "I look forward to serving under you." As I board the ship, I laugh at the wary looks I receive from the other crewmembers. In that one instant, I gained their respect. I'm sure of it. "What do we call you?" Jack calls from over his shoulder.

"Doesn't matter," I say to him.

He turns around to face me dead-on. "Smith. Ms. Smith." Typical, I think to myself. Does he know no other names? I nod, and we continue boarding.

At last, the opportune moment was near. She looked to her left: the men were sleeping. She looked to her right: same thing. Ever so quietly, she eased herself out of her hammock. She stepped over a drunken sailor who had not made it to his bunk. It was time to take a trip to the captain's cabin. She needed answers.

She slightly stumbled to the left as the ship rocked. "I hate this place," she mumbled but continued on. The stairs were the easiest place to walk, mostly due to the railing that she could hold. Quickly and quietly, she made her way up the stairs. She finally saw Jack's quarters. She could see the dim light shining through the cracks. His candle must be burning out. Without warning, the light suddenly became stronger. He must be studying his charts for a while longer. That was good, because it meant he wouldn't be asleep anytime soon.

She sucked in a deep breath of air and aimed for the door. Sword by her side, she barged in. Jack barely gave her a glance but said, "Ms. Smith," and continued working. His hat rested on the table; she eyed it. She walked straight to it and stuck her blade under the brim of his precious hat. With a quick flick of the wrist, the hat popped into the air. Her left hand free, she grabbed the airborne hat and propped it on her long, spiky red hair. The black hat matched perfectly with her all black clothes. Once the hat was on her head, she plopped down into the extra chair in front of the table. She threw her crossed ankles up on the table as if she owned the place and grabbed his half full bottle of rum.

Jack was fuming. He could hardly hold it back. He wasn't very good at hiding his fury. Without a word, he watched her take a big swig of his rum. She began to cough and sputter, choking. With a scratchy voice, she croaked, "How do you people drink this stuff? It's terrible!" She continued struggling for air.

The girl then proceeded to grab the apple from the table as well. She took a huge bite and swallowed. She coughed once more then said, "That's better."

She placed the apple back on the table. "So tell me, Jack. Do you know what it's like to have something of yours taken away? Do you know what it's like to have something in your grip, only to have something prevent it from becoming yours by snatching it up first?" she asked. "To have it so close that you can see it, almost grab it, yet just out of reach?"

"I believe I know the feeling," he grumbled as he reached over the table to grab his rum. He gave her a warning look as he tried…and failed…to seize the hat from her head.

As she began to talk, he chugged what was left of the liquor. "Well, so do I, Jack. I had a man in my grasp. He was mine."

"A man?" Jack mused. "Doubtful. There is not a pirate one nor a man –"

"Shh," she ordered and gestured for him to stop speaking. "I had a man in my grasp. He belonged to me. And only me, Jack. But because of you, I lost him."

Jack began to laugh. "For someone who hates the taste of rum, love, you sure have had more than your fair share lately."

"I have one thing left to ask of you." She took a breath to calm her rising anger. "Where is he, Jack? Where has he gone?" she hissed.

Her tone and voice left Jack shaking. He gulped. "Wait…what? Where's – Who?"

She moaned. "Okay, okay. I'll play your little game, but only because you gave me a great gift recently."

"Love, I'm afraid to inform you, because I never like to tell a man this, you need to lay off the rum. If only for a day or two."

"Captain Edward Teach."

"Blackbeard? What about him? He's dead. Just how drunk are you right now, love? How blurry is everything?" he questioned. Jack began to mockingly wave his hand in front of her face. "Because, from my view, you're quite drunk. Quite drunk, indeed. Go back to your quarters."

She slapped his hand away. "I'm not drunk, Jack."

He shrugged. "Call it whatever you like, love, but it doesn't change the fact."

She sighed. "I propose a trade. Lead me to who I want, and I'll help you find the treasure of Blackbeard. I know it's what you've been searching for. That's what all of these little maps are for." She moved her hand across the maps and charts that sat before her on Jack's table. "You scratch my back; I'll scratch yours. It won't be long, Jack. You won't find it with that special little unique compass of yours. You won't find it with that because the thing you truly want most, you left stranded on an island."

Jack paled. "Who do you want?"

"William Turner." Jack shook his head. She yelled, "It's your fault I lost him, Jack. Take me to him. Don't deny me what's rightfully mine!" The enraged girl slammed her hands on the table.

Again Jack shook his head. "Unfortunately, I have not a clue where to find William. So I'm afraid I cannot be of assistance."

Her rage finally boiled over as she sprang to her feet. Jack stood as well and prepared for a fight. She grabbed the end of the table. With one swift motion, she flipped it on its side. All of the contents went flying to the floor. "Where is he?!" she screamed. In a split second, she had jumped Jack and had pinned him to the flood. She cooed, "Give him to me, Jack."

"Who do you think you are?" he said as he struggled beneath her, but to no avail.

She smirked. "Have you not yet figured it out?" She rolled her eyes. "Pirates," she sighed. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear one word. "Death." Jack began to flail in order to escape. "Shh. Calm down, Jack," she whispered. "Just tell me where he is, and I'll go back to my bunk like a good little pirate."

Jack stayed firm. "No," he stated. Death leaned forward and placed her lips just above his. She began to take a deep breath. Jack gasped for air; he paled. Pain coursed through his veins, but he was unable to shout. His eyes twitched, powerless to remain open. His chest ached as he continued struggling for air. She pulled away. "Wh-what h-have you…done to me?" he fought to say.

"I've stolen the years of your life, Jack." Death took a deep breath. "Surely you're not willing to die for him." Jack kept silent. "All right. Well, if your life means nothing more to you, I'll take the years your dear Angelica took from her dying father. She's taken over her rescuer's ship and is hunting you as we speak. It'll be easy to take her once she comes aboard to find you." Death pushed herself to her feet, laughing. Once she stood full height, Jack sprang up and lunged.

In an instant, he was on top of her, successfully trapping her on the floor. "I'll lead you to him."

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