A/N: Ahh, so you've gotten a taste of my newest story. Let me explain about this story. It is my baby. Don't flame, please. Just read and tell me if it's alright. I know it's unbelievable and so... weird. But it was so much fun to write this, because you see, I wrote it with my best friend and we had a blast. We are like Hope and Mae. Twins, and best friends forever(: I don't want a beta for this story because I like how it is and I like the effort that I put into it and I would like to keep it that way. It's complete, so keep the comments a-rollin' and every 5 comments gets 5 new chapters. So basically, you just need 15 comments to get the whole thing up. This is my fantasy! NO FLAMES. Constuctive criticism please. And, obviously, this has nothing to do with the 2nd or 3rd movie. But it SHOULD be the fourth movie. But altered, because of the Will and Liz situation... I'm kidding.

Chapter Two: The Mysterious Pirate

A scruffy pirate checked his surroundings and blinked up at the star-filled sky. He slowly made his way out of the jungle and onto the sandy beach. He glanced at the huge ship in the distance and started towards it. In his arms was a chest full of gold, silver, and riches beyond belief. He laughed as he trotted away from the jungle and began to slow his pace. Suddenly, out of nowhere a thing swung from the closest tree and pushed the man face-first into the sand. The thing turned out to be a man and he now sat on the pirate's back.

"Sorry mate," said the man, who also happened to be a pirate. He took the chest and ran to his rowboat parked on the shore, leaving his victim with a face full of sand. When he reached his boat, he threw the chest in and pushed it out farther into the ocean until the water reached his knees. He hopped in and rowed out, humming to himself as he went towards his own ship, The Black Pearl, which was a few miles away. In the moonlight, he was a tanned man and had long dreadlocks pushed away from his face by a red bandana. There were all sorts of beads and trinkets thrown into the look, and his face was unshaven and sunburned. He stopped humming and twisted his face into a quizzical look and glanced at his boots. Water was slowly seeping into the tiny rowboat, making it sink. He looked for the source of the water, and soon found a tiny hole lodged into the bottom. He ripped a part of his shirt off and plugged the cloth into the hole, making the water cease. By the time he had gone ten feet, the boat was a quarter filled with sea water. He rowed faster, praying that he would catch up to the Pearl. When he was five yards away, the boat was already drowning in the water. He was forced to take both the chest and himself and swim the remaining feet to the ship. He used a rope that his first mate had thrown down to him and climbed to the top, clumsily holding the chest under one arm.

"Gibbs," he grunted as he reached the top. "Take the bloody chest." The man, Gibbs, took the chest and offered a hand to help him up. The dreadlocked man looked at it with disgust. "Mate… I'm-" He was cut off by the 'huzzahs' of his crew, who came up from below deck.

"You got us the treasure!" said a particularly short pirate.

"O'course, Marty," the Captain said.

"We thought you was dead. You was gone for so long," another said hysterically, burying his weepy face in another pirate's shoulder.

"Ah, but Ragetti," the man replied, draping an arm around the pirate. "If I were dead, then how could I give you this?" He took out from his pocket a glass sphere with a gold circle in the middle of one side.

"A glass eye!" Ragetti exclaimed, rudely taking his wooden eye out of its socket and replacing it with the sphere from his Captain's hand.

"You're bloody welcome, mate," he said, clasping his shoulder. The crew clapped for their captain and a pirate with a parrot on his shoulder gave him a bottle of rum. "Thank you, Cotton," the Captain said. The parrot said something in French that he couldn't understand, but he nodded anyways, giving him a half smile.

"Can we open it, Cap'n?" another pirate asked, motioning to the chest.

"Go on, Pinny," the good man said, smiling at him. "Knock yourself out." The pirate, Pintel, shouted with joy. There was a shuffle of feet and cries of excitement as the first mate broke the lock on the chest and spilled the contents out. There were gold coins, pearl necklaces, rubies, diamonds, and sapphires being thrown around. Gibbs said something to the Captain, but it couldn't be heard over the noise of his crew. It sounded something like "Catch!" and sure enough, a huge ruby came his way. The pirate caught it easily and smiled at Gibbs, lifting the jewel in thanks. He made his way to the wheel of the ship and leaned on it, occasionally nodding or giving a bored whoop at his crew. He took big swigs of rum with the occasional hiccup and swayed with the boat. The rest of the night was like this, until his verydrunk crew finally dozed off, scattered around the boat. In the early hours of the morning, Gibbs finally woke up and was staring out to the open water. It was foggy and gray, making it hard to see. Suddenly, he jumped and called out to the captain.

"There are two lassies out in the water!" he shouted. A few of his crewmates woke up, rubbing their heads and yawning. "Man- er- woman- er- girls overboard!" A few alert men jumped into the rowboats and rowed out to the girls, while other men just sat up, surprised and confused. Amongst the men in the rowboats, one of them was the Captain. He reached out to one of the girls and took her by the waist and pulled her into the boat. The other was pulled in by Gibbs. They were either unconscious or just sleeping. When they were brought on board the Pearl, one woke up with a start, tucking something into her skirt.

"Who are you?" she said in a scared voice, scooting away from all of the men who were staring at her.

"It's okay," said the captain. "I come in peace." The girl raised her eyebrows and shook the other girl awake. She, too, awoke with a start and scooted away.

"Who are you?" they repeated.

"Me? I'm- Ana?" the Captain started, suddenly taking interest in one of the girls, who, in some way, looked like the other. One of them giggled.

"Your name is Ana?" The captain ignored her.

"You don't need to know my name right now. Just call me Captain. Now who are you?" The one that giggled sat up straight.

"My name is Mae, and this is my twin, Hope," she said, pointing a small finger at the both of them. The questions continued.

"What are you doing out here?" the Captain asked.

"It's a long story. We just turned thirteen, and out mother told us something… very interesting. Our mother's name is name is Ana Maria." Hope said. At this, the captain gasped opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Finally, he managed to say "Go on," ignoring the quizzical, scared, and even amused glances from his crew.

"Well, once we turned thirteen, our mother told us that our father was alive. Since we were kids, she had always told us that he died being a part of the British Royal Navy. Now, we learned the truth. He's alive. But we don't know where he is." The Captain smirked.

"That still doesn't answer my question," he said.

"Well," Mae said energetically. "We sneaked onto a trading ship as stowaways and these really big pirates captured us! We were taken aboard the crew of Captain Wright, who by the way, is very stubby," she continued her rant, ending with, "And then Hope told me that she nicked the pistol of-" Her voice was muffled by her sister's hand, which she quickly clamped over Mae's mouth. The whole crew of the Pearl brushed it off, amazed that the little girl could talk so much. Finally, the Captain spoke.

"Who was your father?" he asked tentatively.

"Ooh, maybe you could help us find him!" Hope said excitedly. "His name was Jack… Jack…" Hope snapped her fingers, hoping that the name would come to her mind.

"Jack Sparrow?" the Captain finished for her with a dead serious face.

"Yeah, that's it. Jack Sparrow," Mae said. "Do you know him?" The Captain nodded slowly, turning away from the crew and the girls.

"Yeah, I know him," Captain Jack Sparrow said.