Damned Jewel

By: tabula-rasa-09…Or 'Lex' XD

Plot Summary: So, before you start reading, if you're curious about the plot: A mysterious and successful female pirate, by the name of Amaranth, and captain of the Damned Jewel, sets off to find the truth about her life, her strange eye and her father's murder. Rumor has it, he owed something to Davvy Jones, and his soul was the rpice to pay. Amaranth wants to find out what really happened. Did he really get killed by the demonic Jones? On her way, she meets the enigmatic Jack Sparrow, the romantic Will Turner and the courageous and opinionated Elizabeth Swann, who in turn ends up being her half sister. If this sounds interesting, read on. :]

Disclaimer: I don't own any Pirates of the Caribbean characters, locations, ships. If i did, i would be writing a fanfic about it, would i? I only own my characters, logically.

The sea. It was her passion, her freedom, and even a part of her soul. When she walked across land, she longed only to return to her ship, to breathe the fresh, salty air, to walk across the sturdy wood of the great Damned Jewel, to sail into the horizon.

It was no wonder she was so attached to the great, vast open waters. She was the daughter of a pirate, and raised accordingly. She never knew her mother, but from what she heard from daddy dearest, she was one noble woman, who then ran off to become the wife of the governor of Port Royal, one Governor Swang or Swan... What happened to her after, her father didn't know. She was always curious to know why her mother left right after handing her newborn daughter off to a pirate. Not that she had any objections. Growing up with the knowledge of sword fighting and hand-to-hand, brandishing a gun, doing everything a woman normally wouldn't be caught dead doing. This was the life. Her father was always her guardian angel. That was until he died. Or rather, until he was killed by the infamous Davy Jones…or that's what she heard from the crew. They said something about a deal, and it having to be repaid. It didn't matter to her. She told herself she'd find out what truly happened to him on her own, sense her mind couldn't really believe that her father's soul was taken aboard the Dutchman, or whatever that ship was called.

Her journey started off nicely, although the crew was hesitant to follow their captain, when said captain was trying to seek out her mother, who was married to the Governor of Port Royal, one Port that truly was hostile to pirates. But nonetheless, her quick tongue and wit were not used in vain and she got them aboard the Damned Jewel. Their first stop turned out to be Tortuga. Their captain frowned upon such a place, where men lost themselves in alcohol, but all the same, let her crew go for a bit. That turned out to be her first mistake.

Where the bloody hell are they all? She thought crossly, traversing and pushing and shoving through the crowded bar, looking for any trace of her men. The only so called traces that she found were completely drunk reminiscences of her crew. "Brilliant," she growled, turning away. Conversation and yelling was buzzing all around her. But something particular caught her ear. Something about Port Royal. She glanced around the area, her eyes stopping on two men who sat at one table, alone, not really bothered by the chaos about them. One was a rather pudgy looking fellow, and around the age of forty or so. His companion caught her all the same feminine interest. He wore a red bandana over black, entangled locks. A leather hat lay on the table next to him. There wasn't anything particularly odd about his look, but there was just this certain charm…and she could have sworn she recognized him from somewhere. Only where?

She sighed, looking down at her own attire. Clearly, she stood out here, where the women all wore low cut dresses, and she wasn't even in a dress. Instead, she had brown pants tucked into worn-out leather boots and wore a black lace up corset under a simple and plain black-dyed button down shirt. Well, all in all, nothing too attractive. Or so she thought. In reality, many men, including most of her crew, wanted her attention, only to receive mild indifference at best. She was closed-out and cold, barely smiling, especially after her father's death, which happened when she was 14. Seven years have passed, and she was always in deep thought, staring out into the blue water, which reflected perfectly in her metallic blue eye, but only one, seeing that the other was hidden behind an eye patch. No one really knew what happened. Including her. All she knew was that when she took the patch off, she could see fine, but when she got slightly angered, her vision, especially in said covered eye, would blur and everything would darken…was it a curse? She often questioned it, but had no answer. So she resorted to keeping the black patch on.

She approached the table, her sheathed sword a comforting weight on her side, as the crimson scarf tied around her waist flowed at the sudden movement. At first glance, she really wasn't carrying anything but the damned sword, but when you looked closer, a musket and knife could be seen on her belt, along with another knife tucked into her boot. The men at the table at first didn't even notice her coming over. But then the handsome stranger, clearly a pirate, glanced up, and she caught his eyes almost the same way he has caught hers. What he saw was a fine woman, tall and toned, with wavy, blonde hair approaching his table.

"Hello," she said curtly.

"And how may I be of service to you, love?" He spoke with a slight slur, his goatee's braids slightly moving a the rhythm of his mouth.

"I overheard you talking about Port Royal. How would one get there?" She felt like a small child, asking such stupid questions.

The man before her thought for a small bit, his eyes not leaving hers. Or well, her one eye that was visible. The other, he noted through the asymmetrical bangs that also covered that side, that it was covered by an eye patch. She seemed oddly familiar.

"How would I get there?" The man before her laughed slightly, as did his friend. "They don't welcome pirates, love, no matter how attractive they are."

"I don't care," the woman in front of him bristled. "I need to talk to the Governor, Swan or whatever…"

"And why would you want to do that? Are you…Do you…" the man concentrated hard, trying to make sense.

"Why I would want to risk my own life is my business," she glanced sideways at a fight raging on just to the left.

"Have we met before?" the man asked in his deep and somehow attractive voice. She glanced back at him.

"Perhaps you've met my father."

"And he was…?"

"Captain of the Damned Jewel."

The man before her froze, his mouth slightly ajar. "Ah!" He cried out. "That's where it was…Aboard that glorious ship! And how is ol' Tom now?"

She glanced at him again, her eye colder. "He's dead. Killed for some pact."

"Ahh…" the man's eyes became distant for a bit.

"Do you know something of it?" she demanded. He looked up, almost surprised that she was there, and then slowly shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. Oh, what be your name, love? Last time I saw you were...what, 14?"

"I don't remember when we met. I know we saw each other at some point. I'm…Amaranth," she frowned. "Courtesy of dear old mother." She said it with venom.

"Well, Amaranth, why would you want to go to the Port?"

"You haven't introduced yourself," Amaranth said, barely ducking from some flying bottle of rum. "Bloody drunks," she spat.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," the man said with a lopsided smile. Amaranth's eyes widened slightly.

"Captain…of the Black Pearl?"

"Ay."

"Huh…" she lowered her gaze. "And where's your ship, Captain? I didn't see it docked at the port.'

"Oh," Jack glanced at his friend. "have you met Mr. Gibbs? He's-"

"You always avoid questions you don't like the answers to?"

"Ah, you appear to have the same silver tongue as your father does…I mean did," jack said quickly, biting his tongue. Why did he feel bad about making such a minor mistake.

"Huh…" Amaranth said again.

"Why the Port?" Mr Gibbs was the one asking now.

"I need to find out what happened to my mother."

Jack raised a brow. "Why do you think she would be in such a place as Port Royal?"

"Because she ran off right after I was born to marry Governor Weatherby Swan, leaving me with my father. And I am just seeking closure," she clenched her teeth, balling her hands, one of which was bandaged in a black lace, into fists.

"Ah," Jack Sparrow leaned slightly away. "That sort of family reunion, eh? Well, then you may sail with me, for I too am heading towards the Port."

"But you just said the Port was only for suicidal pirates!" Amaranth said.

"Did I say I wasn't suicidal?" Jack cocked a brow.

"A Captain without his ship who is still alive. I might not be a specialist, but a captain would either be dead and thus lose his ship, or kills himself shortly afterwards. You haven't done either, so it's safe to conclude that you still have a purpose driving you. Or am I wrong?" Amaranth glanced down at the captain.

"No, love, you jut happen to be right," Sparrow shrugged, looking into the air, as if remembering something. "We sail tomorrow."

Well, hope u liked it. I would appreciate some feedback. Should i continue? I know i am going to post a few chapters, but i really want to hear what ppl think! But please be gentle, first fanfic eva!