Author's Note: Here's Chapter 4. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. If I did I'd probably be sunbathing in the Bahamas right about now….

Katie's Journey- Chapter 4

The four of us easily held our own against the first wave of Company agents that boarded the Pearl. After all, we had been trained by two of the best swordsmen in the Caribbean: our fathers. I found that I could fight well even though I was wearing the ridiculous silk dress that I had been wearing all day. One agent of the Company seemed to find this rather amusing.

"Interesting," he said, "a pirate masquerading as a lady. And what a pretty girl you are. Perhaps after all this unpleasantness is over, we can go back to my quarters and have a little fun." As disgusted as I was by this prospect, I tried to laugh it off.

"In your dreams," I replied. "I may be a pirate, but I'm not fool. I know what 'fun' means to you types, and I'm simply not interested. Good day, sir." At that point I kicked him over the railing, sending him careening into the water below. Pervert. 'Gentlemen of the Company', they were fond of calling themselves. 'Gentlemen' my foot. The man should be counting his lucky stars that my brother hadn't heard our little exchange. Had that been the case, he would be dead now instead of little bit wet. There was absolutely no question in my mind that Jack would have killed him for even implying such things. Jack tends to be overprotective of me. It's great to have such a good brother. I had little time to reflect on this thought as another soldier came toward me, sword aloft. I easily blocked his blow. Really, this was too easy. I managed to catch a glance at Hollander. He looked completely shocked that four adolescents could defeat the soldiers of his beloved East India Trading Company. Did he forget so quickly? Just three years earlier Jack and I had been placed on the Company's most wanted list. He was not yet the leader of the Company at that time, but certainly he must have heard of us. Then he looked at my brother, locked in combat with one of the Company men, and recognition dawned on his face. He turned and said something to Schofield. I couldn't hear what he said over the din caused by the clashing of swords. I didn't have to wait long to find out

Though no one had been killed, it was obvious who was winning the battle. The Company soldiers didn't really stand a chance against us. We may be young, but we are skilled. The battle was pretty much over, with most of the Company's men now climbing back onto the Conqueror, soaked and embarrassed by being bested by a few children. None of them had been killed. It seemed as if the four of us pirates had an unspoken agreement to cause no death. Maybe this seems crazy. We are pirates, after all, and our opponents would have killed us without a second thought, but that's just the way it was that day. Soon this fact would change. I looked over at the Conqueror, where Lord Hollander stood. He had a smugly satisfied look on his face. Why? It was obvious that we had won the battle. What devious trick did he have up his sleeve? As I stood there wondering, I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Schofield climbing up onto the Pearl's deck. What was Hollander's second-in-command doing over here? Schofield stood up and unsheathed his sword. I realized with horror that he was headed straight for where my brother was standing with his back turned. Schofield raised his sword for the kill.

"Jack, look out!" I screamed. Jack spun around and expertly blocked Schofield's blade.

"Most impressive, Mr. Turner," Schofield said. "Wherever did you learn such excellent swordplay?"

"From my father," Jack replied.

"Or at least from the man that you call your father," Schofield said.

"What?" Jack and I said in unison. Schofield glanced up at me and grinned evilly before turning back to my brother.

"Your dear mother was not so sweet and innocent when she was younger as she would like people to believe," Schofield began. "She was betrothed to James Norrington before she left him and moved on to William Turner. But after their first wedding was cancelled, she apparently had a romantic relationship with Jack Sparrow. So, there you have at least three men that your mother has a history with. Who knows how many more there are? With a mother like that, it is difficult to determine who your real father is. Don't you find it unusual that you are named after Jack Sparrow and not William Turner?" My blood began to boil as Schofield finished his little speech. How dare he say such things about my mother? I unsheathed my sword and began toward him. He deserved to pay for the things that he had said. My brother stopped me. He looked as angry as I felt, but he spoke to me in an even tone.

"Just ignore him Katie. Let me handle this." He turned back to Schofield. "Mr. Schofield, I just want to clarify. What exactly are you saying?"

"Since you seem to be a bit slow on the uptake, I'll spell it out for you: Your mother is a whore," Schofield replied smugly. That was a mistake. Jack sliced at him with a fury the likes of which I had never seen. Schofield managed to block the blow, but just barely. My brother spoke again, each word punctuated by the clash of his sword. "How dare you" clang "say" clang "such awful things" clang "about my" clang "mother?" he demanded. Schofield was losing the fight, but he still managed to speak in his mocking tone.

"Well, Jack, the truth hurts, doesn't it?" he said.

"Yes, it does!" Jack replied, lunging at Schofield. He didn't manage to block that blow. Jack's blade plunged deep into his chest. The smug smile faded from his lips, and he fell to the deck, dead. We all just stood there in shock. Nobody moved or spoke for what seemed like hours. Jack was the one that finally broke the silence. He had been standing facing the spot where Schofield had been, as if willing him to stand there again. Jack slowly turned and faced us. His shirt was covered in Schofield's blood. He slowly raised his head, an agonized look on his face. He opened his mouth and asked one question. It was a simple question, but it had no simple answer.

"What have I done?"

Oooooh! What will happen next? Any ideas or comments? If so, please review now.