AN: So, back from jolly England (that's where the class-trip was). You English folk are some funny people. But the food is awful (no offence). Otherwise the trip was fun but the family was weird and I had a major argument with my roommate :-/

To the Chapter: I know, it looks like I'm not going anywhere and it's a lot of dialogue. But I just have to do this before I get the plot started and I'm sorry if it's boring. I think this chapter is kinda good concerning the language. And btw: it's completely intended to make the girl a little… unlikable. That'll change later on.

And, very important: A great, big thank you to all the people who reviewed. You guys rock! It was awesome to come back and find 7 reviews for the prologue. You're the best! It motivates me a lot to see that there are people who like what I do!

Chapter One: The smile of a devil

Jack laughed at the young girl's comment.

"You obviously don't know who yer talking to, luv. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, the one and only. There are no names that make me scared. I'm not scared of anything!"

Okay, maybe that monkey, he added in his head, but chose to keep that bit of information to himself.

Her full lips curled up into a grin.

"I'm rather sure that you will be scared of this, Jack Sparrow."

"Captain! It's Captain Jack Sparrow!" he insisted, a low growl emitting from somewhere deep in his throat. He has never been a particularly patient man and there was something about this girl that drove him crazy. She seemed to be a little too sure of herself in his presence.

"Well, doesn't a captain have a ship?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows a little and giving him a crooked smile. There was no denying that she was mocking him about his situation with the Pearl.

Jack shot daggers with his eyes and lifted the bottle up to her eye-level.

"I do have a ship! And I'm perfectly happy with it!"

The young girl chuckled.

"I'm sure you are. And you keep it in a bottle because it's handier that way, huh?"

Jack's face scrunched up in anger and frustration and a mere second later he had the girl pinned up against a wall and his sword to her throat.

"Better don't push your luck. My ship might be in a bottle but this sword is just fine."

For the smallest fragment of a second, Jack saw something flicker in the girl's eyes. Fear. But that little moment was gone as fast as it had come and a second later she looked him straight in the eyes, her look full of pride and completely composed.

"I wouldn't do this if I were you" Her voice was a little hoarse and not quite as collected as her body seemed to be, but her stare was of such intensity that Jack didn't even notice her little moment of weakness as she spoke.

"And why not?" he spat, pushing the blade just a little bit more into her skin. For 17 years he'd been trying to get his Pearl out of the bottle and she just came along and made fun of him. Jack Sparrow's patience had an end.

"Because." The girl started. "I might just know how to get the ship outta there."

The sword was gone from her throat in a split of a second and Jack's angry expression was quickly replaced by one of hope and curiosity.

"And how do you plan to save me ship, young lass?"

She rolled her eyes at the nickname and tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful manner, choosing her words carefully.

"I won't tell you that just now. In fact, I came here to make a deal."

"A deal?" Jack repeated. She nodded.

"I'll tell you how to get your ship out of the bottle, but only after you help me with something that is very important to me."

Jack raised an eyebrow, somewhat intrigued by the girl. "Go on."

She leaned across the table, their heads nearly touching and only now did he see the deepness of her eyes. If he could only remember who she reminded him of.

"You need to help me get what is mine." She made a pause. " The Queen Anne's Revenge."

Jack's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Queen Anne's Revenge? That's a huge vessel for a little girl like you. Why not start with something of smaller size? How about a cute little sailing boat?"

The girl's hand met the wooden surface of the table with a loud smack, causing Jack to flinch.

"I'm not a little girl and I'm sure as hell not interested in a 'cute little sailing boat'! The Queen is rightfully mine and I intent on getting it back to its rightful owner!"

"Whoa! Calm, young lass!"

"The Queen is to me like the Pearl is to you. You want your ship I want mine. So either you help me and get your ship, or you don't and spent the rest of your life searching for a way to get it out, and failing miserably, I might add."

Jack pondered for a while.

"And you are sure that no other ship will do? The Queen Anne's Revenge is not an ordinary ship, after all. And least not as long as Barbossa is still in possession of the sword…"

"I am well aware of this. And that's why I need you. You know the one-legged man and you could show me how to trick him. You are experienced with swords and I want you to train me, so I can fight the one-legged man and get what is mine."

The captain's look turned into one of dissatisfaction.

"I take it you won't tell me how to free my ship if I don't agree to this."

"No, I won't."

He slumped back into his chair, a disappointed look in his face.

"I hate breaking it to you, luv. But you won't survive something like this on your own."

"Then accompany me."

He choked.

"Please what?"

"It would be a new adventure, something to get your name back into people's heads. Captain Jack Sparrow, the man who fought the one-legged man and now again, Captain of the Black Pearl! How does this sound?"

She smiled at him, a smile of childish enthusiasm, revealing the mental youth behind the façade. Jack shook his head at the girl's naivety.

"Sounds bloody suicidal to me. Us two against a magic ship and it's crew?"

"Who said I don't have a crew?"

"You?"

She smirked.

"Surprised?"

Jack vehemently shook his head.

"Of course not! I always assume little girls to have a crew of their own." He retorted sarcastically.

The girl's face scrunched up in the exact same way Jack's did only a minute before.

"I'm not a little girl!" she said through gritted teeth, her otherwise high voice coming out as a growl. She crossed her arms over her chest. It was Jack's turn to smirk. He had found a weak spot- her age, or rather people not treating her with the respect she wished because of her youth.

Jack looked her up and down once more.

"Hmm. About 5'3" in height, arms stubbornly crossed over the chest, high-pitched voice. Sounds pretty much like a little girl to me."

"It's not high-pitched, okay? It's… soprano."

Jack nodded his head in amusement, deciding to annoy his new acquaintance just a little bit more.

"I'm sure it is, little girl."

He gave a self-assured grin, happy that he won their little battle and he had to admit that he found the young girl quite amusing, despite her annoying ways.

Suddenly, he saw something flicker in her eyes and immediately started choking. He couldn't breath. It was like someone was strangling him, but there was no one even close enough to touch him. He frantically looked around the room, his eyes meeting the girl's and he realized that she was smiling at him. The smile of a devil.

Okay, that's it for now. I actually planned to make this chapter longer but eventually decided to cut it here, mostly due to lack of time and because I somehow like cliffhangers (if you can consider this one. It's kind of obvious, after all). I hope you enjoyed this little chapter. I hope the next one will be longer. Summer holidays start Wednesday, I'll be able to update by Thursday, I guess. I won't make promises though. Wow, I've been talking a lot. Sorry for that…