Author's note: Hey! This is the last time I'm apologizing for my mistakes. From now on you will just have to know I am. It gets kind of boring to do this every time.

You can also see in this chapter that whole story isn't going to be told from Perla's point of view. That gets boring to.

Chapter three:

Lizzie:

I love Perla like my own child but with her attitude and language she constantly reminds me she that she isn't. She is a daughter of two pirates and she indicates it. Anybody who once caught a glimpse of Jack Sparrow could tell she is his daughter. That's probably why James can't stand her.

Not jus that she has his tangled black hair, tanned skin and big brown eyes; she also has his ability to get herself out (and in) of every trouble with her tongue and selfishness when it comes to her own life. Not to mention she is obsessed with pirates and the sea. I can see longing in her eyes every time she looks at the sea. She wants her freedom. I can feel it. And I know she is going to get it. Sooner or further. That's why I was scared to death when I saw Jack in our kitchen this fine Sunday morning. I knew I'm going to lose her.

Sure it was hilarious when I saw him tied down with my old corset, his effects, boots and hat on the table and Perla sitting on the table eating muffins. (I still don't know how she always manages to find them.) But that proves even further what I was dreading.

I knew Will is thinking the same thing. We looked at each other and started laughing. My heart stopped when my innocent son because of whatever reason he had asked if he is her father. Perla of course smacked him over the head and dismissed him but I was afraid she is going to figure it all out. She is a smart girl. To smart for her own good.

After a brief fight about her hair ( I sympathize with her but she can't walk around like she just got out of the bed) she flew out of the door. That is one of her ways in looking for freedom. To go out of the house but I know this isn't enough for her.

"Blast! Who the hell was this lass?" Jack sounded annoyed but slightly impressed.

"That was Perla," Will told him. "She lives with us." He gave me a look and I scowled hard.

"Aye, she said she does. Just before she gagged me," he whined. I giggled. "Stop laughing at me. I need some rum," he announced.

"Jack rum is a…" I started but he cut me through.

"Yes, yes Lizzie. Rum is a vile drink blah, blah, blah… But I was just tied on a chair by 16 year old girl." He made that face I see every day. I stifled a giggle. Will was biting his lip.

"Don't be to hard on yourself Jack," Will said. "I teach her sword fighting and she is pretty good at it. Besides I think she has some other sources teaching her some dirty tricks." I looked at Will. I was although I shouldn't be.

"So this is the lass you shouldn't turn your back to," Jack said. Will smiled.

"Not even when she is in the best of moods," confirmed Will.

After that I took pity of him and brought him some rum. I hide it from Perla but I think she gets rum from somewhere else. Damn that girl. I know I should be stricter with her but I'm afraid I'm going to chase her away. I just know she is just waiting for an opportunity to leave without guilty conscience.

For the next two hours we were catching up on Jack's adventures in the last twelve years. (Author's note: I know Perla is 16 but everything will be explained later. I'm just telling you this so you won't think I can't count.) Billy and Vicky refused to move away from Jack for even a minute. I think they caught some of Perla's stubbornness. They listened his stories with huge eyes and open mouth but they didn't talk much. Like they would be afraid of spilling something out.

Jack:

"I'm gonna kill the bitch!" was my only thought when I sat in Lizzie and Will's kitchen tied down with a corset. (Corset?!) I couldn't believe it. I, famous pirate captain tied down by a girl who couldn't be more than 16. I couldn't help but admire her.

She was using my own tactics against me. Like, make it funny, be original, talk a lot, don't panic and be irritating. And God was she irritating. I couldn't even charm her with my wit. I did try but the bitch gagged me. Yeah, you have to admire her.

Will and Liz were like a God's sent. I just wished they would stop laughing. They did eventually untie me. I didn't go after the girl's neck after all. I didn't think Will and Liz would appreciate that and she was in the middle of the fight.

I also couldn't help but overhear her threats to the children. She was good. I know they are just children but she has it in herself. She has her way with words. Her threat was totally unreasonable and that's what scares people the most. The unknown.

By her attitude and looks I realized it would be stupid to think she is in any way related to Will or Liz. She is much darker than them and I'm certain her roots are not noble. She actually looked very familiar to me but I didn't know where to place her. I made a mental note to ask Will and Liz. To bad I always forget about my mental notes.

"Why does this girl never listen to me?" Lizbeth sighed desperately after the lass flew out of the house. None answered to that.

Afterwards I got some rum which stimulated me to share some of my adventures with them and they were all listening intently. Especially the brats, Billy and Vicky. Their eyes reminded me of the helm of my beloved ship.

They told me about their life and how they got the girl. They didn't want to talk about her but I can be very persuasive when something interests me.

So, she was apparently the child of pirates what I found very interesting but not surprising. They were very secretive about her parents' names and were all the time sending warning looks to each other. That was annoying me to death but I let it go. Not what I usually do but I had a bad feeling about this.

Perla:

I blinked in Caribbean sun few times until my eyes adjusted to the light. I took a deep breath before I happily skipped down the road towards the docks. I had a date there with Nathan. I like him although he is a rich boy. He doesn't treat me like I'm some sort of garbage and has sense of humor and patience for my crazy ideas. And I knew he won't make a fuss because I was an hour late. He is used of it. I'm always late.

I saw Nate long before I reached the docks. He was smiling at me. He always comes at time.

"Some day a miracle might happen and you would be at time," he always said to me.

"Good morning miss Turner." I made a face at him.

"What a formal greeting Mr. Porter."

"Somebody could hear ma and create a wrong picture in hid head," he said. I winked.

"You mean a right picture?" He rolled his eyes.

"I really have no idea whom did you got that attitude from. From the Turners sure as hell not." I shrugged. I had a pretty good idea whom I got my attitude from but nobody else had to know. Oh, to whom am I lying? Everybody knows.

We went to a small deserted beach about a mile away from the town. We always went there.

See what a proper lady am I? Lizzie would be proud. Notice the sarcasm here?

"I think we should go back now. It's almost time for lunch," Nathan said. I yawned.

"If you really want to," I said lazily. I had no wish to move. I like to lie on the beach.

"Yes," he said firmly and stood up. "Come on. Get dressed." He threw the dress in my lap. I rolled my eyes and started to get dress slowly. He waited for me patiently. "Are you done?" I nodded.

"Mhm. I just have to go to pee," I said and grinned at his expression. He rolled his eyes but didn't object. He knew I'm just teasing him on purpose. Like I said before; he has patience for me.

I strolled to the other side of the beach where some trees, bushes and high grass were. When I was done I stood up and looked at the sea. I gasped.

"Oh my God," I breathed. There in the middle of the bay floated enormous totally black ship with torn black ails. It was the Black Pearl. I heard enough pirate stories that I knew this without even having to read the name. My heart was beating real fast. My mouth was dry. I just stood there completely mesmerized.

Only thing I wanted to do was to go to that ship and explore her from bottom to the crow's nest. To run my fingers through the black wood, to sit on the railing and fell salty drops touch my face.

"Perla!" Nathan's call woke me from my trance. I couldn't let him see her. I turned around and ran towards him.

"Right! Let's go!" I breathed and started walking towards the town. He followed me.

"Hey what's the rush?"

"I'm late for lunch," I said absently.

"That never bothered you before." I shrugged and hurried up even more. "I'll never figured that girl out," he muttered. I grinned. For the rest of the way I practically dragged him after me. We separated at the docks. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran towards my house.