Sorry. I do not own Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow, Geoffrey Rush/ Hector Barbossa, nor POTC, all though I wish I did. Only the twins Rena and Jena are mine.

Chapter Two

Pirates Ye Be Warned

Rena could not believe her eyes as she stood on the dock in town. It was a small Paddleboat the man was gliding in on, sunk below the water as he stood on the tip of the mast. The man in question gazed past all the ones that were staring at him and he walked right off the mast to the dock as what was once a boat stopped moving. She gave a giggle as she watched the man. What she didn't get was why no one started to scream when they saw him. He was without a doubt a pirate; could the others not tell because he wasn't in a large ship? If that was it, then they would all die by Pirate attacks before the month was out.

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Rena began to continue walking by, but paused again to hear the talking that had just begun.

"Hold up, there, you." The Pirate turned back to the man that was calling after him. "It's a shilling to tie up your boat to the dock." All three of them, Rena included, looked at what the old man considered to be a boat. "And I shall need to know your name."

The pirate dug into his pocket and placed something in the book the old man was holding. "What do you say to three shillings, and we forget the name?"

Rena gave a laugh. This Pirate was sooth.

"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith." 'Mr. Smith' gently clapped his hands together before walking away from the old man. He then grabbed a purse off a nearby stand, shook it beside his ear, and then continued walking on. Rena shook her head. Very smooth.

She continued to walk her way until she realized that it was the same direction that 'Mr. Smith' was going. She slowed in her walking until he caught up with her. Glancing at him from the side of her eye she saw that he was looking dead-ahead; as if looking for something. She grinned.

"You know, you should be careful how you dress around Port Royal, my friend." She told him. "Not every one will let you go for just three shillings."

There was a silence. "And what makes you say that?"

She smiled even larger. "Well, even if the townspeople don't notice, you run into 'Borrington' and the other guards, they might, and most likely, will."

"Notice what?" He asked.

Rena continued to smile. "Well, what you are, of course. Ain't that right, Mr. P?"

He paused in walking for a moment but then started again. "You're sharper than the others."

Rena giggled. "It's kind of hard NOT to notice what you are, 'Mr. Smith'. And those who don't are idiots."

He smirked. "Now, just why haven't you run off to get the guards to arrest me?"

"Are you crazy?" She asked, looking at him in horror. "They're all probably at 'Borrington's' Naming Ceremony and I have no desire, (absolutely none!) to go anywhere near that man."

"'Borrington'? That wouldn't happen to be Norrington that you're talking about, is it?"

She nodded, a frown on her face. "He's being made a Commodore today."

"You know, many who live here would be pleased with his work in protecting this place."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, he's a fabulous guard and whatnot, but I just can't stand him. Always talking about himself…chasing after Elizabeth…killing pirates…all of that."

They stopped walking and 'Mr. Smith' looked at her in surprise. "You don't like killing pirates off?"

Rena shook her head. "Killing any man, Pirate or not, is something that I dislike." She then smirked. "Though there are a few that I wouldn't mind watching punishment be bestowed upon." She glanced at the man again. "You might want to do what you came here for and then leave, 'Mr. Smith'. You might be caught if you stay any longer."

He looked at the woman as she walked away when a thought appeared in his head. "Wait! You!" He hurried after her. "I have need of assistance for a moment." She turned back to him. "Would you mind?"

Rena thought for a moment. "I have a little more free time before I am supposed to return. What do you need?"

Jena watched as Elizabeth fanned herself as the drummers began to play and the men began to march out with their guns slung over their shoulders. She placed a hand on her shoulder.

"We can leave now if you want to, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth shook her head. "Oh, heaven's no! My father would be so embarrassed!"

"But you're having such a horrible time breathing! I would think both Norrington and your father would rather you feel better than stand her in this heat dying!" She glanced at Norrington as he began to walk out amongst the Red-coated men.

"But I am not dying. I can hold on a while longer!" Elizabeth then took another sharp breath before trying to pull on the corset that she was wearing.

Jena grabbed Elizabeth's hand. "That's it, come on." She knew that people were starting to pay more attention to them than to the man swinging his new sword, but she didn't care. "Elizabeth, I am taking you straight home and getting you out of that thing before you faint!"

"Please Jena!" She cried silently under the gazes of the ones around them. "Just a little longer. The Ceremony is almost over and you can take me back home right after its done, okay? I'll even let you take the corset off in the carriage. Agreed?"

Jena frowned but then let go of her hand. "All right. Agreed. But no later!"

"There you go 'Mr. Smith'." Rena looked out at the Ship on the dock. "The Interceptor. Is that the one you were looking for?"

The man nodded. "Yes. Thanks very much." He swept off his hat and bowed to her slightly. He glanced behind them, looking for someone watching them before turning and heading towards the boat. Rena watched him for a moment before taking off after him.

"You know I find it rather curious on why you would like to see the ship. Can I ask as too why?"

He smiled as he continued to walk. "If you keep following, I'm sure that you'll find out."

Rena smiled again and followed. There was something about this man that made her want to follow him around and see what he was up too. And something told her that she would find it immensely funny for some reason.

She followed him across the dock as they both were about to reach the ship when two guards that were sitting by and talking got up and jumped in front of them, blocking their path.

"This dock is off limits to civilians." The taller one spoke first.

'Mr. Smith' didn't stop to even think. "I'm terribly sorry. We didn't know." He referred to both Rena and himself. "If we see one, I shall inform you immediately." He told them before trying to make it to the ship again, but the guards moved in front of him again. He raised his eyebrows at them. "Apparently, there's some sort of high-toned and fancy to-do up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentleman such as yourselves did not merit and invitation?"

Both men glanced at each other before back at the pirate. "Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians."

The pirate nodded. "It's a fine goal, to be sure. But it seems to me," He began to walk towards the other side of the dock and the men followed, sure to stay in front of him still. "That a ship like that," He pointed to another ship, the Dauntless that was just off the ways a bit. Both men looked over their shoulder at it. "Makes this one here a bit superfluous, man that spoke earlier nodded. Rena smiled at just watched 'Mr. Smith' work. "The Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough. But there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed."

The pirate held a finger up. "I've heard of one. Its supposed to be very fast. Nigh uncatchable." His eyes moved from one man to the next. Rena even found herself leaning in to hear. "The Black Pearl."

The Black Pearl? What kind of ship was that? Rena had never heard of it. The man that had yet to speak apparently had though and laughed.

"Well, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor." He looked to his companion as he laughed, looking for support, but it seemed the other man had different plans.

"Black Pearl is a real ship."

"No. No, it's not."

"Yes, it is. I've seen it."

"You've seen it?"

"Yes."

"You haven't seen it." 'Mr. Smith' and Rena exchanged a look and watched as the men continued to argue.

"Yes, I have." The Pirate rolled his eyes and Rena covered a laugh with a cough.

"You've seen a ship with black sails that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?"

"I haven't, but it sure does sound interesting. Maybe I should meet this 'Evil Captain', what do you say?" She looked at her companion. He only looked at her like she was crazy before she shrugged and turned back to the guards.

"No."

"No." The man looked back at the Pirate who gave him a small grin.

"But I have seen a ship with black sails." The other man decided to continue.

"Oh. And no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained," Rena pulled on 'Mr. Smith''s jacket and motioned towards the Interceptor with her head. He continued to look at the two guards as he slipped off towards it and she followed him, a grin upon her face as she followed him up the wooden plank. "By a man so evil that Hell spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?"

Rena shook her head as they boarded the ship. "I cannot believe that they're actually fighting over something as stupid as that." She whispered to herself and she saw the man in front of her smile.

No." They heard the other man say as the Pirate took hold of the wheel.

"Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor ." Both turned to look at the two of them again but saw they weren't there. They turned for a moment before seeing them on the ship before panicking and running on after them.

"Hey! You two!" They pointed their guns at Rena and the Pirate. "Get away from there!"

"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mates!"

"I'm sorry. Its such a pretty boat." 'Mr. Smith' caught himself. "Ship."

"What's your names?"

"Smith. Or Smithy, if you like." Was their answer.

"And yours?" They pointed their guns at Rena.

She pulled back, hands in the air as her two long, skinny cases fell to the ground. She gave a curse before looking back at the men. "Hey, I live here! Rena Rush, from Governor Swann's house. I'm a handmaid to his daughter. Mr. Smith here just wanted to see the ship and asked for my help. No need to pull the guns out now, boys." She answered before stooping to pick her cases back up.

The men looked back at the Pirate. "What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?"

"Yeah. And no lies!"

'Mr. Smith' thought quickly for a man under gunpoint.

"Well, then, I confess." He moved away from the wheel and walked forward to grab one of the ropes before the men. "It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts out."

"I said no lies."

The other man leaned toward his friend. "I think he's telling the truth." Rena and the Pirate just watched them.

"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us."

"Unless of course he knew that you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you."

Rena gazed at the pirate. "Where have you been all my life?" She asked and all three men looked at her in surprise. "Now why can't I think of remarks like that when ole' 'Borrington' and the other guards ask ME questions?"

With the slow music playing, the people from the ceremony were standing around, talking. Jena had tried several times to drag Elizabeth back to the Mansion but every time she was dragged of into some other conversation. Jena watched from the sidelines and was about to move forward to drag Elizabeth back home when Norrington beat her there. She scowled and watched as they walked out into the sunlight, and sighed as she would have to wait even longer. But after their talk, Jena was, without a doubt, dragging Elizabeth back home.

Rena felt herself pulled out of 'Mr. Smith's' tale about being made a chief as a loud splash sounded behind her. She whipped around and saw a hat fluttering down to the sea water; her eyes widened. She recognized that hat.

"Elizabeth!" She cried. She couldn't swim in a dress though, and cursed as she began to tug at her dress to pull it off. A hand stopped her from doing so though, and she looked up to watch as the pirate jumped into the water to save her friend as the guards held his stuff. She was growing more nervous by the minute and smiled happily as the man's head burst through the surface with Elizabeth behind him.

Okay, last chapter until I return! Please enjoy! R&R