AN: Wow I haven't written in a while. For that I am so very sorry. A LOT has happened with my life.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Twilight or POTC. The ones with the unrecognizable names, though, ARE mine.

Chapter 4:

I jogged to keep up with Captain Sparrow as he wove his way between the market place shoppers. We had speedily checked out of the tavern, as Captain Sparrow had called it, and were now apparently making our way to the 'Pearl'. I didn't have a clue what the 'Pearl' was but I expected I would find out soon enough.

I pushed my way between two bigger men as I tripped over my own feet. I landed on the dusty road, my hands saving me from hitting my face. My hands stung as the stones on the road dug into my hands. I cursed under my breath as I started to get back on my feet. I felt a strong hand grab my elbow and help lift me up. I looked up to Captain Sparrows face as he looked at me, seeming to contain a grin.

"Milady." He said sarcastically with a grin and released my elbow once I was steady on my feet. I frowned and walked ahead of him. I walked five feet before I stopped and turned back around.

"I don't know where I'm going." I admitted angrily, glaring at him.

He chuckled. "Well that's for sure." He made his way to me and offered his elbow, in the old fashioned way. Well I guess not old fashioned here. I stared at it then back at him. "So you don't fall behind again." He said.

I reluctantly accepted his gesture and slid my arm into his. He smiled and continued walking. I realized now how weird he was walking. He seemed to sway with each step he took. And from the slurred accent and the wild manner of gestures he used when he spoke, I would have to say he was drunk.

I looked at my surroundings as we made our way through the town. It felt extremely odd to be in the middle of the 18th century. People had a completely different manner; they actually seemed to have class and respect. "Good morning" could be heard every few minutes and women chatted with baskets filled with vegetables and fruits.

I felt Captain Sparrow's eyes on me as we I admired the surroundings so I turned my attention back to him. He was staring at me with a serious expression. "What?" I said irritably.

"You just seem…different than most of the women from the Americas. Off, in a way," He paused for a minute, just staring, and then leaned in close to whisper "your not cursed, are you?"

"No, I'm not cursed. Well…maybe I am. I don't know actually. I could be." I said in thought. Maybe cursed was a way to explain all the supernatural things that have happened. Vampires, Werewolves. Cursed could be an explanation. But then again, they're not curses. They're blessings. If I didn't have this odd attraction for dangerous things I could have possibly never met Edward. My chest hurt at just the thought of it.

He looked at me once again with a puzzled look but didn't say anything more. We made our way in silence, my arm still through his. We finally started to near the pier. There were so many old looking boats in the harbor, it was amazing. I'd never seen an antique boat like this up close, it was huge.

"The Pearl" he said, nodding in the direction of one of the larger boats. It was entirely black with black sails. There were many ropes strewn across and between the three masts, some looking like netting. Men were on the deck, and some climbing up the masts and ropes; it was interesting to watch. He continued up to the ramp that was having barrels and crates transported across onto the boat.

"This is a really big boat" I said, looking up in wonder

"Ship, luv. Its not a boat, it's a ship. That," he said, pointing to a little wooden fishing boat, "is a boat. Ship," He pointed to The Pearl, "boat. Got it? Good". He didn't wait for a reply as he continued to sway his way up the ramp, seeming to be in danger of falling off.

"Ship," I whispered, "got it." As I walked up after Captain Sparrow wondering what the hell I was doing here.

AN: Hope you guys liked it! Lol Sorry for such the late update.