Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, OR Rebecca Sparrow. Rebecca is a creation of ThePrincessHasArrived, my best friend
Author's note: Its a mary-sue, and it was intentional.


Chapter Three
Tortuga

The peaceful darkness of the clear Caribbean night was shattered, by the enemy cannon fire. With a sickening screech, a single cannonball flew through the air and struck The Hellish Illusion. The cannon fire continued, and another cannonball struck The Hellish Illusion, this time striking the hull of the grand brigantine. It stuck just above the waterline, by no more than a single inch.

Rebecca jumped startled. She ducked an covered her head. She heard yet another cannon fire its load, and she perked up, listening.

I know those guns…

She thought to herself as she moved to the hole caused by the second cannonball fired. She held onto the edges of the splintered wood and sat on her knees, looking out. She grinned to herself,

" it's The Kraken's Cemetery…"

The Kraken's Cemetery, a Spanish galleon, that once sailed the Spanish main carrying the treasure of the Spanish King to the New World; taken over by pirates nigh on 100 years earlier. Since 1620, she'd been passed down, from captain to captain, crew to crew. The Kraken's Cemetery was a ship that stayed loyal to itself, and its partner in crime only. Now that their partner, The Mysterious Tears, had been sunk to the bottom of the ocean, The Kraken's Cemetery had abandoned all ties to alliances, and had started preying on other ships. Hell, they were pirates, what did it matter? And after all, this ship they were attacking, had sunk their partnering ship.

Rebecca screamed as yet again another cannonball came her way. The wall boarding was smashed to pieces and the water was leaking in quickly. Looking around in the water near by she spotted what she needed; a door. Not just any door, it was the door of the Captain's quarters, and it had just been blown clear off its hinges. A stroke of luck. She turned quickly as she heard the voices of men coming down the stairs to the brig. No time to lose. She looked down and hurriedly unbuttoned the bodice of her dress, to cut down the weight that she would be caused. She left the once beautiful silver and blue brocade to float in the filthy bilge water flooding the brig. With one last glance back, she grabbed onto the splintering sides of the wood, and pulled herself out into the open ocean. She struggled to get towards the floating door, because the hole in the hull was pulling in water quicker, and stronger than she could possibly escape. The draw of the sinking ship was too great. As she finally reached the door, and pulled herself up on top, with the little energy she had to begin with, and the force she had exerted to escape, she was exhausted. She collapsed on the door, and passed out, slipping into a world of darkness.

"Oooh…she's comin' to Captain…"

"Ah yes, the Sparrow Princess is awakenin' at last…"

Rebecca cringed, trying to make out the voices as her eyes kept blurring in and out of focus. The colours swam in and out of her eyes until she finally blinked the last of her sleep away from her eyes. She recognized the two voices. They were Laurie McKinney, known as The Leather Duchess, and Captain Hector "Blood" Kelley. They were the surgeon, and naturally, the captain of The Kraken's Cemetery.

"Oooh…what happened ?"

Rebecca groaned rubbing her head a little as she sat up. She had a terrible headache, and she didn't like it.

" Well Miss. Sparrow…"

Hector Kelley sat down beside her gently.

" A little while back, The Hellish Illusion, whose crew and cargo now lay at the bottom of the sea, attacked The Mysterious Tears, With Darwin and you on board. She was lost to the sea that day, as was the entire crew, leaving no survivors."

Rebecca looked at him and nodded

" And The Hellish Illusion took me as their prize. I remember now…I remember reaching the floating door, but no more…"

" Aye Miss. Sparrow. You pulled yourself onboard the floating door and passed out from exhaustion. That's when we found yeh Miss. You were floating unconscious on the debris just a head of us, in naught but yer shift"

Rebecca blushed and covered her chest with her arms.

" Now now Miss. Sparrow. You know we not be like that here on The Kraken's Cemetery. You are welcomed to sail with us as long as you wish."

" Where are you headed?"

" Currently into Tortuga, we need to re-supply."

Rebecca nodded and shook hands with Captain Hector "Blood" Kelley.

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" Will, if there'z one thing I can tell yeh…"

Jack swayed back and forth slightly, his speech already slurred with drink. They had just docked in Tortuga. Here they were hoping that they might hear any news of Jack's sister, Rebecca Marie Sparrow. So far, they had heard nothing.

" And what's that Jack ?"

Will sneered, not really wanting to play this game. He wanted to find this lass as soon as he could, so he could return to Port Royale once again and marry his Elizabeth Swann, and make her his Mrs. Turner. Something he'd dreamed about since the moment he first laid eyes on her. Something she had dreamed about as well. And the sooner the better.

"Life…Life iz like a fine whore. Do the right thing, and pay the price, do the wrong thing, and yeh get off Scott-free "

Will looked absolutely dumbfounded as Jack Sparrow swaggered away, holding a rum bottle in his hands. He blinked, trying to comprehend just what the pirate captain had said…and the saddest part…he realized just how much sense that made. Shaking his head, and knowing he was about to lose all respect and dignity, Will followed Jack in The Faithful Bride Inn and Pub.

Jack and Will sat at a table, the rest of the crew was scattered through Tortuga, some were in here with them, others were in other pubs such as The Soused Rat Inn and others were off with…pleasurable company for the evening. A ruddy waste of money that was too. Jack's loud boisterous laugh filled the pub and all fell quiet for a heartbeat. Soon though it passed, as Jack had kept on laughing at whatever he had found so funny. Will cringed and wanted to hide under the table, but he wouldn't degrade himself to that…oh wait…he couldn't sink any lower on the social scale that he already had. Never mind than.

The pub was lit with old candles that were made from dead man's fat, they cast a sickly, urine soaked light to the place, it wasn't as cheerful as the golden glow in other pubs, such as The Seaman's Hall here in Tortuga, The Swaggering Prince Inn -- owned by none other than Captain Jack Sparrow himself, also in Tortuga. There, the rum never ran dry, and the ale steins never emptied. Call it good fortune, but The Swaggering Prince Inn had yet to have a single thing go wrong -- save the fact that Jack currently couldn't go there…because the fact remained…he stole the rum from the barkeep…

From across the room, a lone figure stood in the shadows. She watched Jack and Will wondering who the hell the new crew mate was. She never remembered Jack having a young boy aboard. She'd had enough of this charade. She pushed herself off from the wall and marched over to Jack. Raising her hand back, she bitch slapped him before Will could even respond.

Looking up and holding his cheek, Jack's eyes drank in the beauty's porcelain skin, and her hair, falling in thick, tight waves to her breasts, and how the light played over her golden hair and delicate chest, up to her shimmering hazel eyes. And he had but one thing to say…

" BECKI-LASS ?"