A/N: well hello there, so nice of you to drop by on this story. Reviews are most welcomed. And I know I have other stories to be completing but, after all, how could I resist Jack? Oh, excuse me, CAPTIAN jack?

D: oh, and in case some of you are morons and believe I actually own anything in here besides Clea and Nakita… I don't.

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Here She Comes…

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It was a humid, fogged night in Tortuga. The stench of liquor was everywhere, and if it were possible she would swear it was built into the walls. The dusty cobbled streets were lined with broken bottles, cigar buts and all too pleased rats. The dim street lamps lit the way for the drunken fools to stumble their way back into their respective places, though no place here could be called 'respectful'. The tavern doors were all propped open, welcoming any with enough wits to defend themselves. Scantly clad women paraded around the entire city, looking to share there 'services' with any willing to pay the right price. All in all, it was an atmosphere Tortuga was rather familiar with.

They had just docked, and the whole crew practically leapt off of there ship, 'The Siren', in favor for the shady company they would no doubt find on land. Granted they had only been out to sea for less then two weeks, but that's still two weeks without rum. And in a pirate's life, that's a sin on its own.

"Ah, Tortuga! How I missed ye!" Clea exclaimed loudly after the rest of the crew had departed, leaving only me and her aboard the ship. Everyone sworn pirate rejoiced at the sight of the small hidden town, everyone that is but Nakita.

"Oh yes, I so missed the urine stained streets and the perverted pirates who infest them" she remarked dryly, following Clea down the lowered plank onto the docks.

"Oh would ye just lighten up for once? Have a little fun!" Clea all but preached, her arms opening wide as if to receive her beloved Tortuga in an embrace.

Nakita had no comment to this, and as such she simply followed Clea to the infamous Tavern 'The Faithful Bride', who's name always made her chuckle.

Now, though this might surprise you, not every pirate enjoyed spending their evening in loud, obnoxious, disease ridden taverns.

The same could be said for the young woman who was currently making her way back down the smaller brick alleyways that lead to the docks.

To anyone passing by, she would seem quite out of place here. Nakita Velino was a well curved woman with a thin waist. Her golden sun bleached hair fell loose in soft curls down the length of her back and stopped just below her bottom. She wore a dirt covered light blue bodice that was obviously two sizes to small. A worn grey men's coat helped cover her otherwise bare arms and neck, and grey breeches tucked into her scuffed black calf high boots. She had a round face with high cheek bones and full pale pink lips. Her eyes however were the focus of her face, being an intense grayish hue. Needles to say, she was never taken seriously, by anyone. Half of the people she encountered assumed she was a governor's run away daughter. No one believed she could be a pirate.

Admittedly, she herself knew she didn't exactly fit the pirate profile. After all, what pirate looked as clean and kept as her self, not to mention didn't drink? Regardless of her outwards behavior and appearance, the sea was where her heart was and she was willing to fight any who said otherwise.

But now, here she was. Tromping her way through the damp streets of every pirate's home, cursing mildly under her breath.

"Honestly, I don't know what attracts her so much about getting drunk off her ass" Nakita mumbled to herself, kicking small pebbles with her scuffed black boots.

All night Nakita had watched, yet again, as her best friend Clea and her fellow crew member's downed bottle after bottle of cheap rum, successfully making idiots of themselves. Though they fit right in with the other men which Nakita so lovingly called 'slobs'.

After a few hours of watching such a sight and getting sleazy glances from nearly every sailor sober enough to know the difference between her and a potted plant, she decided this town just wasn't meant for her, and left to make her way back to their ship. Not that she could do anything, only Clea knew how to captain the ship, but at least it would offer some silence and a comfortable place to sleep. Call her crazy, but passing out under a filthy tavern table just wasn't her style.

Nakita walked the rest of the winding way humming a soft tune to her self, decidedly well off key, to take her mind off things. She honestly hated being alone like this. Just because she didn't drink, she was always being left to entertain herself when they made port.

She preferred the sea, and couldn't wait till morning when they could return to it. At least there she could be of some use.

Rounding the way to the docks, all thought left her mind and she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight before her. Now Nakita had never been what you might call a genius, but there, about to sail away from the harbor, was something she was quite certain belonged to her.

Their ship.

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Well, that's just the intro. Just to set things up. And yes, Clea will be a main character in this story. Will needs someone, right? I love Elizabeth and all, but honestly… this is more fun, don't you agree? Please review, I know there isn't much to go on but at least let me know your interested, yes?