Pirate-on-Fleet-Street – thanks for reading. I thought it was a different way to shake things up.

Mistress Beckett – don't worry, there's more to come ;)

Ninjalover13 – thanks for reading! Always nice to get a new reader.

Twenty-eight year old Hector Barbossa smiled as he took a deep breath of fresh air. He had just arrived on his ship the Dark Wave to pick up food and supplies. Tortuga was his favorite place to make port. Salty wenches, juicy green apples and sweet rum and wine. What more could he ask for? It had everything Barbossa wanted except one thing. It wasn't like the ocean. Living on a ship was more exciting than living on land. You could be in one place today and be in another place tomorrow. You never knew what you'd run into. Everyday on the sea meant mystery and adventure.

Barbossa headed into town toward the nearest market to buy apples. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a young girl standing by a house with an open window. He shrugged. The girl probably lived there, so it wasn't his problem. Barbossa continued on his way to the market. As he passed by, he couldn't help but notice the girl's sleek and shining dark hair. Her dress looked dirty, but what could you expect from a child? Barbossa turned his head. She wasn't his problem. The girl probably had a father who would kill any man that looked at her the wrong way.

From the corner of his eye, Barbossa saw the girl reach her hands in the window. He turned to see her grabbing a pie that was sitting next to the window. She was stealing it! She was a thief!

"Hey!" Barbossa yelled out.

The girl jumped startled. The pie dropped from her hands and fell into the dirt road. She looked down at the pie and then back up to Barbossa with tears in her eyes. He looked into those deep green eyes and got lost in her gaze.

"I was going to eat that", she said.

"That not be yers", Barbossa said.

"I don't care. I'm hungry!"

"Why don't ya go home to yer mother 'nd ask her fer food instead of running around stealing food from other people?

The girl turned around and ran away crying. Barbossa sighed and went back to his own business.

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Barbossa started walking back to his ship with a bag full of apples. He couldn't wait to eat them all himself. Biting into the thin skin and tasting the tart juices inside it. It made Barbossa smile just thinking about it. He threw the bag over his shoulder and continued walking. He heard a something tearing and dropping behind him. Barbossa turned around to see the bag had been torn and the apples were falling out of it. From the corner of his eye, the girl he saw earlier came running and picked up the apples.

"Give 'em here, lass", Barbossa said.

"I'm hungry", she said.

"Go home if ye be hungry."

The girl shook her head and ran off with the apples. Barbossa followed her. He could tell she was a stubborn little girl. When he caught up with her, he was going to make sure her parents knew what she was doing. Barbossa stopped as he entered an alley. What would a little girl be doing in here? This was no place for a child to be around. He went deeper into the alley until he reached a dead end. In the corner he saw the girl sitting in a crate nibbling on one of the apples.

"I believe you're trespassing", she said.

"Trespassing?" Barbossa asked.

"I live here", she said nodding.