In the first chapter of this story, you read how Caroline and Jack first met. Now because of a serious confession made by one little pirate about her married life, that story might not have been the entire truth.

What did Caroline do to that poor man who called himself her husband? Let's find out.

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Disclaimer: I'm still wishing but so far Pirates of the Caribbean still belongs to Disney.

The small island of Caranotyle stood in peaceful ashes, the water of the cold ocean beating at the shores. Once busy and bustling streets with happy children jumping about and parents watching from the sidelines, were now empty with nothing but a memory to suffice. Plants and trees that showered the grassy plains were replaced with black, unfriendly ground. Nothing remained that once was, except one girl, the girl who caused the village to crumble to ash.

"I'm going out for a bit honey," Caroline hollered up the stairs to her husband Chris.

His head peaked around the wall and he gave her a smile.

"See you soon," he said back, and with that Caroline was out the door.

She rushed down the dirt paths that lead into the main village. Her short hair tickled the side of her face as the wind blew through town.

She pulled her cloak tighter around her body, bracing herself from the cold sea wind.

"Afternoon Miss Caroline," the friendly vendor called out as the young teenager passed by.

"Oh, hello there Mr. Hagens. Anything new today?" Caroline asked with a friendly smile.

"New stock of peaches coming in tomorrow, Miss. Be sure to come down and get first pick," he responded kindly.

"Thank you for the warning," she said walking on.

The town seemed to be wrapped up enough in their own business that they didn't notice Caroline slip off down a small path that took her nowhere other than the ocean.

Chris had started noticing how often his young wife was leaving the house. Was it something he'd done? Or maybe she was sneaking around behind his back.

"I'll follow her today, just to make sure," he said to himself, grabbing his coat and walking out the door.

Everything seemed normal and he was about to turn back when he saw her sneak down a side path that had been forgotten throughout the years of the island's warnings of water.

She slowly released the cloak from around her shoulders. It dropped into a pile on the white sand and revealed a skinny young girl in a green knee length dress, something rather inappropriate for a girl of her time.

"Caroline! Cover yourself up and step away from that dreadful thing," Chris yelled out, picking up the cloak and draping it back around her.

"Dreadful? Oh not you too. What could be so horrible about it?" she questioned.

"You know how many lives were lost when the sea rose. People who did not deserve to lose their lives did," he said sadly.

"Well maybe the sea shouldn't be blamed. I'm sure it wasn't a conscience choice of it's to kill people," she sarcastically replied as she pulled away from her husband.

"Calypso it's exactly the kindest person in the seven seas," he said under his breath.

Caroline, having her quick wit that so many overlooked, heard the snide comment and press the matter further.

"Calypso? Ha! Nice try. It's a well known fact that the first brethren court imprisoned her. She has no control over the seas anymore."

Chris looked at her dumbfounded. The awkwardness between them was thick, and was easily going to be broken with a hard slap coming across Caroline's face.

"I cannot believe you," he shouted at her.

"And neither can I you," she retorted.

He looked up at her, pain and anger consumed his eyes.

"Come home when sense has returned to you," he muttered and walked back up the beaten path, leaving an even more beaten wife behind.

She stepped closer to the water and stopped when the water washed over her feet, sending chills up her spine.

How she longed to be free in the open waters.

Her eyes closed as she lifted her chin and just imagined a life at sea.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say ye be looking for something a tad bit more exciting than village life," a man in his early twenties said from off to her left.

Caroline jumped a little, startled by the sudden lack of loneliness.

"I umm just love being down here is all," she stuttered out the reply.

"I know this land love. Caranotyle is it not? Any gratitude expressed towards the sea is simply not acceptable," the man said stepping closer to her, his dreads flowing gracefully from his head and onto his shoulders.

"I don't understand why. What could be so terrible about something so beautiful?" she asked in a slight whisper.

"Good question darlin'. I might be able to offer ye a way out. But first let's start with yer name," the man said looking her up and down with his almost black eyes.

"Caroline. Might I inquire as to what you mean by a way out? And a name from you might be helpful as well," she said nonchalantly, turning slightly in the man's direction.

"Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow. A way out meaning a way out of this life here. I can take ye aboard my ship and show ye a life at sea," he smiled.

Something told Caroline to turn and run but she couldn't. In his smile was something all to alluring. Something she'd never seen before in Chris' eyes. What was it? Experience? Whatever that look was it drew her in closer.

He also seemed to be the first person who understood the position she was in. The longing to be free aspect of her personality must have become a bit too obvious.

"And why should I trust you, Mr. Sparrow is it?" she asked, knowing she needed more information before making a rational decision.

"Ye shouldn't. A pretty young lass like yerself should never trust a pirate like me," he paused noticing how she became much more interested in him after the brief mention of pirate.

"A pirate? So you really could take me away from here?" she asked taking a couple steps towards him.

"That I could Miss. Are ye willing to give up yer life here and sail the seas with me and me crew?" he asked offering her his arm.

"Most definitely," she smiled accepting his arm as they walked towards the long boat.

Sense never returned to Caroline.

It was her first day on board the Black Pearl. Jack was at the helm and Caroline leaning over the railing close by. Occasionally he'd glance over at the young girl, intrigued by her in every way. He then noticed her pull a small glittering ring of her finger.

She pondered everything that had happened. His rash actions and that slap… All she needed was that harsh memory to throw the ring out into the deep blue sea. Their marriage now rested at the bottom the great blue wonder.

Jack didn't acknowledge which finger she had pulled it off of. It didn't really matter to him anyways. She was here with him and not anyone else.

He dropped her, out of his life and off the side of the Pearl, into the dark blue waters. She was tossed and turned around for days and days until arriving in the port of some strange island.

People stumbled around the streets, drunk beyond belief. This island could be known as nothing else but, Tortuga.

"Hello there Missy," Captain Hadirs approached her in a drunken matter.

Within a matter of hours she was on a new ship, with a new crew, and a new captain. She learned the ways of sailing and became as essential to the crew as any man.

Then the one night came when the captain overstepped the boundaries.

Paying no attention to Jals standing there he went after Caroline, touching, grabbing, and kissing her all over with no intention of stopping until he got what he wanted. Her innocence.

"Let me go! Get off!" she screamed.

Most of the crew heard the commotion and made their way outside. It was a sad sight, a young girl being horribly violated and not one man doing a thing to help.

Suddenly a scream of pain pierced the night. Not from a woman no, but from a man.

He rolled of the top of her and took his last breath before Caroline pulled the knife out of his chest and watched him bleed out with a twisted grin on her face.

She became the new captain of the Dark Enchantress that night and set out to do the one thing she'd planned on for quite some time now.

Revenge.

She turned, anger soaked eyes and all, to her loyal crew, loyal here having the meaning of frightened.

Her now long hair blew in front of her face hiding everything but the piercing blue eyes.

"You all know what we're here for. Now go get it," she spat. Her voice had become hard and unforgiving over the years.

"Miss, what if we aren't to find him?" Jals asked.

"You will. He wouldn't dare touch the sea," she snickered and a smile only appeared on Jals face.

Chris sat in his empty house. His wife had disappeared years ago and he had assumed the sea had claimed her. His bleak outlook on the ocean had not changed throughout the years.

The passed time had hardened him. His face had sunk causing small wrinkles to cascade over his face. Other than that, he was as much the man he was before.

Caroline, a distant memory of pleasure and anger. No matter what argument took over them at the moments through their marriage, he loved her, he still did. If she would ever return, he'd take her back willingly in a tight embrace. He'd never let her go…

He was brought out of his thoughts by a loud crashing. The door holding him back from the rest of the world was knocked over letting the bright sunlight hit the face of the frightened man.

"Who are you?" he stupidly asked.

"Your worst nightmare mate," Jals chimed, grabbing Chris by the arm and dragged him out.

Taking a look around, Chris saw the distress his town was in. Dirty men ran through the streets, lighting fire to anything and everything. The men barely stood a chance of surviving more than a mere second in a pirate's arm, their throats being sliced quickly and easily. Children were hidden, but easily found and killed. Women were assaulted and then followed the same fate.

"Why are you doing this?" Chris yelled out, fighting to free himself but with no success.

"Our captain," Jals replied simply and sweetly, pointing ahead to the mysterious figure.

"Your…" he stopped taking his first glimpse at the captain of this horrible crew.

A woman.

She turned around slowly, her hair blowing madly in the wind coated in smoke. Most of the chocolate colored strands covered her face. All that could be seen was an evil grin and eyes he knew too well.

They couldn't belong to his wife. It wasn't possible.

This lady stood in a long sleeved black shirt that was loose but yet hugged her body. Her breeches were tight, simple, and black. She didn't like color; it reminded her to much of… him…

A hat sat comfortably on her head, casting a shadow over the upper part of her face. Knee high boots held a hidden dagger, in case of an emergency.

Belts holding her effects and other random nothings coated her body and around her neck hung a simple necklace.

"Still afraid of the water love?" she called out. An assumed smile took over her face.

"Caroline…?"

She was suddenly directly in front of him, her hand harshly holding his chin, forcing him to stare directing into her hate filled, deadly, blue eyes.

"What happened to you? You haven't grown on bit… You… You're the captain whose crew is destroying our village!" he accused quickly.

"Your village," she whispered harshly into his ear, then dropped his face with force and clapped a few simple times.

"Congratulations, you figured out the puzzle though. Mr. Jals, what's the good man's prize?" she asked sarcastically to her first mate.

"A trip into the ocean," Jals exclaimed.

Chris couldn't form words. His eyes only widened in fear and the man called Jals dragged him to where the water hit their knees.

Quickly and carefully, Jals pressed Chris' face down under the water. He squirmed and thrashed about until he lifted him back up. Chris gasped for breath only to hear the words, "I'm sorry Miss. Would you like to do the honors?"

"Caroline," he pleaded with fear struck eyes.

His plea was answered by her boot on his head. Before he knew it he was back under the water, unable to breathe or comprehend his dark fate that was arriving.

Soon his thoughts became blurred together and blackness surrounded him. He stopped moving underneath Caroline and just to be sure she held him there a moment longer.

Once satisfied with the still body beneath her, she lifted her foot and walked back to the dock, leaving his body to be washed out to sea.

"What should I do with the body?" Jals asked curiously, seeing the rest of the men were returning.

"Let him rest and the bottom of the great blue wonder" she said, her thoughts drifting to her lonely wedding ring and the bottom of the ocean. She then walked back to the docks, her crew following close behind.

Caroline grasped the small necklace in her hand. She missed him so much, but she wouldn't show any weakness. He pushed, more like dropped, her out of his life and that was that. She'd taken care of one man that caused her pain, but the other was still out there in the world.

Then a voice came from behind her. "Did ye see what happened 'ere?"

She turned around slowly to meet familiar black eyes, and many more of his crew behind him.

"Caroline…?" he asked awestruck.

"Who's asking," she said suspiciously.

Jack was at a loss for words until Gibbs gave him a much needed push forward.

"Jack Sparrow," he spat out.

Caroline's thoughts spread throughout her past. She'd deceived Jack but he'd gotten his revenge on her. They were even now… Right?

"There it is," Jals yelled from the Dark Enchantress to Caroline who rested her arms on the railing of the Black Pearl.

Caranotyle got closer and closer. The island had a mysterious past that only a select few knew of. But one thing everyone noticed was that it had a strong resemblance to the black covered female captain.

"You want to know about my husband?" she asked Jack who had appeared silently beside her.

"Very much so love," he whispered.

Elizabeth stood from a safe distance, but close enough to overhear the conversation.

"He's in the waters, just like that ring," she responded looking up at Jack, who was a good amount taller than her.

Elizabeth's eyes widened almost exactly like Jack's.

"It was an accident right?" Elizabeth's said, taking a risk to approach this woman once again.

Her eyes shot up the mother on board the ship.

With a simple shake of the head she uttered the simple word, "No."

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