Jack was sitting in his cell, trying to ignore the futile attempts of luring the dog of the other criminals. "You keep doing that; the dog is never going to move." He ignored the criminal's comeback. He had other things on his mind. Is this the end of Jack Sparrow's amazing adventures? he asked himself. Of course not!!! The thought amused him.

Night had fallen around the prison and the noise had quieted outside. An eerie feeling had surrounded the town. A strange fog gave it away. A blast shook the night from a ship's cannon.

"I know those guns." Jack whispered to himself. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She roams the seas blasting everything in her way, never leaving any survivors." The one said.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" Jack chuckled.

The chaos outside could be heard across the island. Pirates were everywhere, chasing women, blowing up buildings, and ransacking shops. Jack needed to get out.

Callista jumped when the first blast hit the fort. She was too scared to get out of the place. She had never had an encounter with pirates before; only tales. She knew she would most likely die if she didn't get out before they started to invade. Without disturbing anyone, she opened the window and slid out toward the jail.

The guards had gone to defend the town, so she was free to enter. She did so, while the men in their cells were looking out at the commotion outside. She saw an open door to a closet-like room filled with shackles and a small bed for the key keeper, which turned out to be a stubborn mutt. She stood there, staring at whom she knew was, who just had to be, her father. His hair was long and dark brown, like hers but not quite as long, and when he turned around just for a moment to get the dog's keys to get out, she saw that she also had his eyes. Her nose she probably got from her unknown mother.

Callista's heart pounded in her ears. She was still quite nervous to go up to her father. He was a pirate after all. The noise was so loud, that when the prison was hit by cannon, Calli was sure it was her heart that had given out that had made the noise. Luckily, it was not. She was happy that she did not have to follow Jack around the streets if he had gotten out. The cell in which the other criminals had stayed had blown to smithereens and they had all escaped.

Now that they were all alone, Calli was just getting out of her closet, when she heard a racket at the entry stairs. A couple of slain guards fell down and two pirates and come down. One yelled how the prison was not the armory, but when they had spotted Jack, they approached and talked, mocked him more like it, but the scariest thing was how the man's hand that had gripped Jack's throat had turn to nothing but shear bone! Calli gasped, partly giving away her hiding spot. She saw Jack's eyes follow the noise to the door. When the pirates had left, Jack looked at the door more closely, saw that it was slightly open and yelled out, "Who's there? Is someone in there?"

Calli made no move to answer but stared. His voice brought back lost memories of very early childhood, back before Jack had ever become a pirate. In her memory, her father, calling her "little Sparrow", was holding the baby Calli and beaming down at his daughter then at his wife who had long red hair and a cute nose like the present Calli's and also wore a smile on her face. When the memory had stopped playing in her mind's eye, Calli had not realized how late it was.

Sleep had overcome her and she drifted off on the hard, cold stone floor listening to the terrified shrieks and screams beyond the prison walls. She had accidentally left the door open and a fold of her navy dress was in sight.

When Callista woke up, the prison was filled with sun, but there was no trace of any prisoners! Where did Jack go now? Calli leapt to her feet and ran out into the smoldering streets of Port Royal. She turned several times, confused of where to go now. However, a strange sight stopped her in her tracks.

A rowboat was walking, walking, by itself to the water. A sly smile had appeared on Calli's tan face. It had to be Jack, with another person. She looked at the direction in which it was going; towards a grand ship, known as the Dauntless. But how was she going to get there without anyone noticing? She took the time to sit on a piece of debris and thought for a moment. She was NOT going to go back in the barrel and she was definitely not thrilled to be back on a ship again as a stowaway. She loved sailing, only not in such a cramped place.

Apparently, the only way to get there would be to swim. However, it would look a little odd. That's why she decided to use the barrel again only for a different purpose. She found an empty barrel near the market. Calli brought it down to the beach and ripped out one side using it almost like her father but instead of walking under the water, she swam covering herself with the barrel. When she reached the ship, she climbed up a dragging rope still in the water. She climbed up behind Jack and another young man, who, Callista had to admit, was handsome.

She gaped at the sight of the two men trying to take over the ship of half a hundred men on board. Surprisingly, it worked, when the captain was at gunpoint. The captain saw her and stared then glanced back at Jack. Calli ducked behind the wheel until the men had left in the longboat. She stayed there until another ship came after the Dauntless. It was the Interceptor.

Mass confusion went on in Callista's head. Everything happened so fast but she stuck with her plan to follow her father wherever he went and meet him. She found him swinging onto the Interceptor as the men from that ship boarded this one. She found a rope and followed, hitting the deck with a loud thud and scurrying over behind a large crate.

"Thank you for preparing for our long journey!" Jack called. Calli laughed; her wit being so much like his.

Later that evening, the sun had just set on the horizon, Jack was sitting his new quarters, and mapping, writing, and scribbling things out on paper at his desk. Calli had been sitting in the cupboard on the opposite side of the room. The only sounds were the lurching of the ship and the scraping of a quill on parchment. After a while, Jack picked up a bottle of rum and looked at the glass. In the reflection of himself, Jack also saw the cupboard partly open, revealing a fold of dress.

Jack got up and looked at the piece of clothing a moment more, saw it move, and said quietly, "I know you're there, love. Come out here."

Calli drew in her dress tighter around herself and slid out. "Hello, Jack Sparrow. I'm glad we've met again." She said as calmly as she could.

Jack took her figure in. Something about her was familiar but it seemed as distant as the cold from the Caribbean. "Do I know-". He cut off and his eyes grew wide. "Callista??" he whispered.

The feelings bottled up just poured out as soon as he spoke her name. "So now you finally remember. That's funny. I had expected better of you, but of course, you are a pirate…" The anger and hurt were noticeable in her voice and stare.

A/N: Sorry for the sucky beginning. I'm not that good with opening stories so you'll have to expect that in future stories. Anyway, I am also sorry for being evil and leaving you here. Btw, I will not be updating until I get at least 5 reviews.