Hellllo! Thanks for the reviews Amidala and Jessie Rose! Yay fans!

Oh yes..is it necessary to do a DISCLAIMER? oo sounds so important.. cause I forgot to do one so here goes...

Disclaimer: I own Pirates of the Caribbean, which includes Jack Sparrow, Jack the monkey, Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Barbossa, Norrington, Governor Swann, the maid lady, Pintel, Ragetti, Mullroy, Murtogg, Bosun, Jack the monkey, the Black Pearl, the Dauntless, the Interceptor, the fort...forgot its name Charles? Fort Charles! thats it, Port Royal or Port Royaleeee, Tortuga, Jack the monkey, rum island, rumrunners, Isla de Muerte, Jack's crown, Jack's brand, Jack's tattoo, East India Trade Company, Jack the monkey, Anamaria's boat, the midget, Mr. Gibbs, Mr. Gibbs's pigs, Jack's compass, Cotton, Cotton's parrot, Jack the monkey....

WOW! Holldd the phone! --yeah phones! For a second, I actually thought that I had power in the "wonderful world of Disney". Man, I think that phrase is owned by Disney too. Okay..so it turns out all I own is Millie..the plot of my story..and any characters that I have made up in the past..or will make up in the future!!! Disclaimers are fun! I shall do another one if I write a ...tre-quel? Anyways, that is how I spend my Thursday nights/Friday mornings (ITS MIDNIGHT!) Now READ! Then..REVIEW!

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Millie stared hard at whoever was standing before her, but the faint light pouring in from the window had her only seeing the outline of the figure. The person hadn't responded to her question, maybe in fear, or in anger. Millie squinted her coffee eyes in an effort to see more clearly, and she saw the moonlight reflect against the figure's sword that was swinging by its side slowly. Suddenly, the sword swung up towards Millie in a quick flash, but thankfully, the sword seemed to glow with the reflected moonlight so Millie blocked the attack with ease. The person let out an aggravated sigh and stepped backwards, towards the window, and Millie saw that the figure was definitely not her mother.

The moon had obviously moved in the sky, since it was now shining directly through the window, and Millie could see what the mysterious figure looked like. It was a woman, and she was purely skin and bones underneath her dark purple dress, and Millie thought it looked as if she was a walking skeleton, especially in the eerie light that was pouring onto her. She was as white as a ghost, with stringy, messy blonde hair that was tangled and matted down in odd places. Her lips were a pale pink, but her eyes served as a distraction to all of her ghostly features since they were just so beautiful.

Her eyes were large and exceptionally round and were the color of the shallow and gorgeous waters of the Caribbean. However, since they were so stunning, it was almost peculiar. Millie was left with chills running down her spine as the woman stared at her intensely. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and Millie felt that coldness in her heart. Despite the sudden chill that she got from the woman's piercing gaze, Millie swallowed the frostiness she felt and forced herself to appear brave.

"What're yeh doin' in my 'ouse?" she asked angrily as she came out of the woman's trance, remembering how the woman had tried to kill her a couple seconds before. It was a mistake for the woman to attack Millie in the darkness because now Millie didn't trust her. She had struck Millie when she thought that she couldn't defend herself, which was wicked and wrong.

"Your house?" she asked suspiciously, her eyes narrowing onto Millie even more than before. Her English accent was somewhat slurred, so Millie could tell that she had most likely not been brought up on Tortuga, but rather have been there in more recent years. "Th' owner asn't been 'ere for months, and it don't look as though you'd own such a lovely place."

Millie hated her sarcasm, and how she implied that Millie was a pitiful lowlife. Well, this woman obviously had no idea who she was, and that she hadn't lived there because she was part of the crew of the Black Pearl, and the daughter of the captain—that would show her.

"What's yer name?" Millie asked and thrust her sword out towards the woman threateningly.

"Roselyn Cunningham," she said swiftly, "And yours?'

"Millie," she replied, then remembered proudly, "Sparrow."

Roselyn's icy eyes widened in awe and surprise, and they seemed to bulge out of their sockets. Millie didn't exactly expect such a reaction, but she had to remember that her father was extremely well known in the Caribbean, let alone Tortuga, the main pirate town in their part of the ocean.

"You his whore?" Roselyn asked carelessly, as if it was no big deal.

"Whore?!" Millie shouted outraged, yet Roselyn didn't flinch, but instead watched in amusement, "I'm 'is daughter! It'd be disgustin otherwise! He's old enuf ta' be dead!" she exaggerated.

"Is he? Well, that'd leave a few pirates on this isle quite happy, then," she said in a sickening, gluey tone.

"Don't you dare say that about Jack Sparrow while I'm around," Millie said viciously as she lunged out of the shadows at Roselyn with her sword aimed at the woman's heart.

Though Roselyn didn't look quick or talented at swordplay, she had blocked Millie's slash effortlessly. Roselyn smiled sweetly at Millie, revealing teeth as white as her skin, as their swords crossed diagonally in front of each other's faces. Their noses were nearly touching, and the contrast of their two skin tones was startling; Millie being as tan as humanly possible, and Roselyn looking like a walking ghost. Millie glared at Roselyn, trying to pierce the woman with her brown eyes, but Roselyn was unaffected and continued to smile at her. Millie pushed Roselyn back with the force of her sword, and Millie backed up slightly into the shadows.

"I didn't mean what I said, child," she said in her sticky sweet voice as she walked backed into the light.

"I'm not a child," Millie retorted and spit onto the ground of her home disgustedly.

"Oh, but you are Sparrow's child, are you not?" Roselyn asked.

"Aye, but that does not make me a child," Millie responded with a glare.

"So it doesn't," Roselyn agreed, "An' I do apologize fer what I said, for it wasn't what I implied. I was jus' explaining that Jack Sparrow has his enemies," she said honestly.

'Well, maybe she was jus' mistaken before,' Millie thought forgivingly and sheathed her sword. Roselyn had a big, black leather belt around her small middle and copied Millie in putting her sword into her own belt.

"So this was your house?" Roselyn asked lightly, and looked around.

"Is," Millie said boldly, "It is my house…but I've been on the Pearl fer a bit so I ave'nt been 'ere."

"The Black Pearl?" Roselyn asked nonchalantly and picked up a bottle nearly full of rum from the ground.

"Aye, we're docked 'ere fer a few days, then we're off again."
"Who be the captain?" she questioned as she gulped down the rum from the bottle.

"Jack is, a' course," Millie said smiling, "Who else would it be?"

Roselyn brought the bottle down to her side loosely with a vague, distant expression spread across her face. "I'd like to meet Jack Sparrow," she said, almost as if it was a command.

Millie thought twice before agreeing to guide Roselyn down to the pub where she knew that the entire crew of the Pearl was drinking rum and enjoying themselves for the night. Besides, Millie really wanted to just spend a little time in her house for a bit…alone. She knew that she could always go back in the morning if she truly wanted to, so she didn't mind leaving it for one night.

Roselyn didn't seem like someone that Millie would ever want to befriend so she was reluctant to have her meet her father, whom Millie admired. Roselyn seemed sly and swift, much like herself, but Millie disliked it strongly anyway. Millie knew that Jack would see past Roselyn's shifty personality, and Roselyn really seemed to want to meet him. Millie thought that people all around Tortuga were excited to have a famous pirate in their midst, so she decided to introduce Roselyn to Jack since she seemed to be a fan of him. What could go wrong?…Apparently…many things.

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