Lady Lithoniel: Yes I am back with a Pirates of the Caribbean fic. This fic was co-authored by -xo-silver lined clouds-xo- you rock! This story is going to go along with all three films and I may add a fourth one so keep watching!

Genre: romance /humor/ action/adventure

Rating: PG-13 for language and violence

Pairings: Norrington/OC and OC/OC, you don't like then why in the name of Varda did you click here in the first place!?

It was a calm day in Port Royal the sun was shining; people were out and about doing their daily chores. Yes it looked like it was going to be a peaceful day…or at least it did. The soon to be Commodore James Norrington was sitting in his office pondering a way to propose to Elizabeth Swann, the Governor's daughter when suddenly a young officer ran into his office. Norrington looked up and glared at the young man.

"Sorry for intruding sir, but there's a ship coming into Port, she's flying no flag, it might be pirates!"

The soon to be Commodore grabbed his spy glass and headed out onto the battlements. He saw that a large, yet sleek vessel coming into the harbour. He whipped out his spyglass to get a better look. He saw people scurrying around on deck and up in the rigging. He saw that the ship flew only one flag; it displayed the shape of a white hawk on a blue background. But the ship didn't appear to be preparing to attack, it looked like it was about to drop anchor like any normal ship, save for the fact it was the size of the H.M.S Interceptor. He looked down towards the wheel to try and get a better look at the Captain of the ship and let out a gasp of surprise.

"Furl those sails lads and lassies! Move sharply now!" Captain Meara Hunter barked as she stood at the helm of her beloved ship the Seahawk.

"Aileen!" she roared to her First Mate. Another woman ran up to her side.

"You called Captain?"

"How are we doing on supplies? Did ye get that list finished like I ordered?"

"Aye, we need to take on fresh water, fruit, bread oh I almost forgot and rum."

"By god how could you forget the rum!? What a tragedy it'd be!" Meara cried in mock horror.

"Just shut up and steer the ship."

"Aye, aye Captain." Meara teased. Meara and Aileen Hunter were sisters and two of the best privateers for the King of England, sure people laughed when they thought of women being privateers, but it wasn't so funny if you were an enemy vessel. It wasn't just themselves who were out of the ordinary, but their crew as well, it was made up of both men and women, most Aileen and Meara had rescued or taken under their wing after pillaging ships. Aileen was about 20 and very pretty, she was the spitting image of her mother, she was very slim and around average height. Her brown blonde hair fell in waves down to her shoulders and her hazel eyes twinkled merrily. Her skin was slightly more tan then her sister's. She was currently clad in breeches, knee high black boots and a plain white shirt. Around her waist she had buckled a slender sword and pistol as well as quite a few daggers. Meara, on the other hand, was like her father. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. She was tall and slender and her grey/green eyes glittered mysteriously. Her long mahogany coloured hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her skin was pale despite all the time she spent out in the sun. She was dressed like her sister only with the addition of a long, dark blue coat and a small black tri-corn hat. Around her waist in a baldric hung a pistol and a very long sword that had an almost midievil look to it.

"All right lads and lassies drop anchor!" Meara roared. Her voice had a faint Scottish accent whereas her sister's was more British. They launched the long boat, with some of the crew, Captain Meara and First Mate Aileen aboard. As soon as they set foot on the dock an elderly man approached them.

"Excuse me but its three shillings to anchor your ship in the Harbour and I shall need to know the name of your Captain and vessel."

Meara produced three shillings from her coin purse.

"I'm Captain Meara Hunter; my vessel is the privateering ship the Seahawk."

The man shot her a confused look but said nothing. He took the shillings and wrote down said information before walking away.

"You'd think he's never seen a female Captain before." Meara said. Her companions laughed and Aileen pulled her hat down over her eyes.

"Okay funny girl what are the orders?" Aileen said. Meara grinned and fixed her hat.

"Go and get the supplies we need and bring 'em back out to the ship. After that's done you can hang around the town for a while, but please behave yourselves…especially you Peter!"

The young man in question, a handsome lad in his early twenties with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes grinned.

"Aye, aye skipper!" he said.

"Well go on your ways then." Meara barked. They all scattered to do their assigned tasks. Meara smiled and strode towards town. She hadn't gotten very far when she was approached by soldiers and a very high ranking and handsome man stepped forward. The soldiers pointed their bayonets at her. She raised her hands.

"Hey steady on lads, I've only just arrived! I haven't done anything wrong! At least not yet anyways." She said grinning misheviosly. The man raised and eyebrow when he saw she was in fact a woman he ordered the men to lower their weapons.

"That's better. Now can I help you fine gentlemen?"

"State your name and your business in Port Royal." The man said bluntly.

"Aye sir, I am Captain Meara Hunter of the fine vessel the Seahawk."

"Whom do you sail under, you fly no flag but your own."

"That's only for intimidation purposes and no we aren't pirates we're privateers." She said producing her letters of Mark. The man inspected them carefully before handing them back.

"Your papers seemed to be in order. May I ask what business you have here?"

"Yes we're-"

She was cut off but a young woman who was also dressed in men's clothing ran up to her speaking in rapid French.

"Ah parle en Anglais si vous plais Mademoiselle Belcher." Meara said. Her voice was stern, but her eyes were gentle. The young woman smiled.

"Sorry mon Capitan." She said, her voice was heavily accented with French, "we are almost done purchasing ze supplies, Mademoiselle Aileen sent me to report."

"Good, tell Aileen I've decided we'll depart tomorrow and I'll be in the tavern if she needs me."

"Oui- I mean Aye Captain!" she said before bolting. Meara grinned sheepishly.

"Does that answer your question?" she said. The man nodded in response

"Sorry to bother you Captain." He said. With that he and the soldiers left. Meara shook her head and laughed, it was just so funny to watch people's reaction when they met her.

"If I didn't know any better I'd swear he was mocking me." she chuckled to herself. She made her way to the local tavern. After all being the Captain did have its perks.

"Peter why are you following me!?" Aileen sighed tiredly. The newest crew member had been trailing her all day.

"Because, what's the use of having a gorgeous first mate unless someone sees you with her?" he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Aileen rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Don't you have something better to do?" she grumbled. Peter stopped walking and looked extremely thoughtful for a moment before grinning.

"Nope."

Aileen growled in annoyance.

"Well I'm going to the tavern to speak with the Captain so you are going back to the ship!"

"Oh says who?"

Aileen smiled slyly at him.

"Says your gorgeous first mate, now go or do I have to report you to the Captain and have you locked in the brig?"

"No Ma'am!" he said saluting mockingly before turning and stalking off mumbling something that sounded awfully like "bloody female Captain!" Aileen grinned as he walked off.

"Ha works every time."

With that she strode into the tavern. Once inside she saw her sister sitting in a quiet corner with a mug of rum. She went over and took a seat.

"Supplies are almost all aboard Captain."

"Good we set sail as soon as possible tomorrow." Meara said quietly gazing down at the amber coloured liquid in her mug.

"What's got you're ropes in a knot?"

"Just a feeling, like something bad is going to happen and you know I'm usually right."

"Well I can't argue with you there. Anyways, any more orders?"

"Well tell the crew they can explore the town for a while, but not too late, I want everyone fit for duty tomorrow morning. Oh and tell them to behave, it's a nice little Port and I happen to like the peace and quiet for a change!"

"Yes it's nice, peace is near impossible to find in Tortuga!" Aileen said with a grin. Meara made a face at the thought of the wild pirate port.

"Aye, you're free to go. Oh one more thing, how's Peter doing?"

"Besides being a royal pain in the neck, he's fine."

Her elder sister chuckled.

"Give the lad a break Aileen, he is new after all and besides his personality has a striking resemblance to yours."

It was Aileen's turn to make a face. She swiped her sister's mug and drained the remaining liquid before thunking it back down.

"Ah that was a good spot of rum if I do say so myself."

"Hey that was mine! You know I could call that mutiny ye little scallywag!"

Aileen gasped in mock horror clasping her hands together as if pleading to the Captain.

"Oh please kind Captain, do not condemn me to the vile hell hole which we call the brig! I beg of you, find it in you heart, and spare a fair young Lady such as I!"

Meara blinked comically before laughing. Meara was very well spoken for a privateer, but her sister had mastered the English Language somewhat better owing to the time she spent in England with her Aunt, who tried to teach her how to be a proper Lady. Well let's just say it didn't work out.

"Lady? What kind of Lady drinks rum!?" Meara scoffed.

"Well Aunt Sarah tried."

"Yes and we all know how that turned out!"

"Yes well err we won't speak of that." Aileen said quickly, "anyways I'll just umm go check on the crew?"

"Sure ye are. Ah go on, I'll meet ya at the docks in about ten minutes."

"Aye, aye Captain!" Aileen said mock saluting before making an exit. Meara shook her head and smiled. She lifted her mug to her lips only to remember it was empty. She set it back down on the table with a sigh.

"Why is the rum always gone!?"

She left a few coins extra on the table for the young serving girl before leaving for the docks. But she had barely arrived when Peter rammed into her.

Aileen waited quietly by the docks when she felt a pair of arms encircle her waist. She spun around grabbing the person and throwing them to the ground. Her sword was out and at the assailant's throat. Peter was glaring up at her. She sheathed her sword, glaring right back at him.

"Now what did you go and do that for!?" he said brushing himself off. Aileen made an odd growling noise.

"Because you scared the living daylights out of me you idiot!"

"Jeez I was only giving you a friendly hello!"

"A little to friendly for my liking Mr. Cruise!" she said warningly addressing Peter formally.

"Lighten up will ya! What are you royalty? Why are you so prissy?"

"What did you just say?" Aileen said, her voice was a dangerous whisper. Peter paled; he knew he was in hot water. Aileen, like her sister was known to have a very bad temper and one thing she hated was being compared to those stuck up noble ladies.

"Umm I said why are you so pretty." He said trying to cover.

"Don't lie Peter you aren't getting out of this one!"

"Should I run now?"

"Yes"

"Ah, okay then."

Aileen lunged at him, but he quickly dodged and turned to run right into the Captain with Aileen lunging after him. Meara stood up, grabbing both of them by their shirt collars, holding them apart like two fighting children.

"Now what the devil is all this about!?" she all but roared.

"She's insane and she attacked me!"

"He called me prissy, snuck up on me and was getting a bit too friendly if you know what I mean!"

"Oh come on you two, how old are you six!?" Meara growled in annoyance, "now stop this foolishness or I'll lock both of you in the brig until further notice! Do I make myself clear?"

She released the two and they bowed there heads.

"Aye Captain." They both mumbled.

"Good! Now I'm going back to the ship, I don't want to hear of anymore trouble!"

With that she turned and hopped lightly into the long boat along with a few other crew members who needed to bring the last of the supplies on board. They had just started back to the ship when they heard a scream of fury followed by a loud splash. They turned to see Peter come to the surface, spitting out water.

"A simple No would've sufficed!" he yelled up to Aileen who was sitting on the docks, legs dangling over the water smiling and looking totally innocent.

Flashback

As soon as Meara and the others had started back to the ship. Peter turned to Aileen with a sly grin.

"Truce?" he said.

"Truce." Aileen sighed.

"So do you wanna kiss and make up?"

"OH THAT IS IT!" she screamed.

Aileen grabbed Peter by the back of his shirt collar and his belt and physically heaved him straight off the dock. She sat on the dock looking totally innocent as Meara turned and looked in time to see Peter swim to the surface.

"A simple No would've sufficed!" he yelled up to her. Meara shook her head and the long boat continued back to the ship. She sprang lightly to her feet and began to walk around.

'Might as well explore the town while I'm here.' She thought to herself.

Lady Lithoniel: LOL I loved how this turned out! Ha I've been dieing to right a funny scene like this forever! I hope you all enjoy it! Now I know it probably wasn't tat good, but my beginnings are usually a bit shaky, bear with me and it'll get better so pleeeeeeease REVIEW!