Chantey I: The Songs of the Sea

Pirates of the Caribbean

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Summary: For as long as Nim could remember she and her parents had lived a life full of adventures, but despite this, she felt as if there was something that she just hadn't explored. When she and her parents go to document the myths of the Bermuda Triangle they are caught in the myth themselves and Nim is thrown into a world she could have only dreamed about. But can Nim exist in a world where there is a delicate universal balance?

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, as much as I wish I did, it belongs to ©Disney and it's wonderful writers, directors and screenwriters. I am a poor college student; I wouldn't be poor or a college student if I had made Pirates of the Caribbean…trust me on that one. I do, however, own Nimphadora, Lynette and James Puget as well as any other unrecognizable characters that will be found throughout the plot.

Story Type: AU/OC inserts

Paring: Will T./OFC

Other Pairings: N/A

Rating: E-T

Warnings: Heavy spoilers, alcoholism and violence…and of course, pirates ;) Arrgghhh!

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Author's note: Haha take that! Another chapter in only a day – beast I tell you :D Anyway, yes I did install this much earlier than normal. Despite being sick and literally making runs to and from the bathroom to my dorm room, I managed to write an entire chapter and make it coherent…or so I think so anyway haha. On another note, I'm sorry I didn't give you all enough time to review for chapter 9, I realize this and trust me, I'm not too worried because this is a chapter that has a lot of meaning behind it. A question you should keep in the back of your mind for the remainder of this story is "Where is Nim's character going to go from here?"

I say this for a few reasons. Reason number one – Nim, as I'm sure you all noticed, is going through a very odd stage through the last few chapters. She's beginning to open up more, she's beginning to worry less about her role in the movie series that we all know and love and she's becoming more natural to the time period and less awkward about it. Reason number two – The story itself is beginning to shift slightly and it can go in one of two ways, of which I'm sure you will figure out in time if you have not already, but for those who either a) can't figure it out or b) are just too lazy to figure it out I'll tell you: I can either make her immediately negate Elizabeth's relationship with Will or I can continue it and see where that takes me to the end of this story. I'll say this now to get it out in the air – I will not be going with the first…I repeat I will NOT be going with the first option. And finally, reason number three – The characters in this story are beginning to reveal Nim's past that she is unaware of. Again, keep in mind that she is of the 21st Century! She's from our time so do keep that in mind – I don't want you getting confused yet ;) Now, I've mentioned this a few times to reviewer Why Fireflies Flash (because I'm sure all of you read my awesome writers notes and review responses), that you, as a reader, will find out more in Dead Man's Chest (affectionately abbreviated DMC for the remainder of this note) when I introduce Tia Dalma :) Yes, I know, I'm just a wickedly talented authoress haha…just kidding :)

With that said, I'd like to thank my reviewers for Chapter 9: Why Fireflies Flash and Momorocks101ful

Momorocks101ful – Haha long time no review ;) Lol! I'm just joshing you, don't worry. Anyway I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying the story! Thank you so much for your review and I sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter as well :) Happy reading!

Why Fireflies Flash – Haha yay! That's definitely the reaction I was hoping for :) I was reading through some of the stories I had saved in my favorites that were all Will/OC and while I'm not saying that their stories were terrible by any means because I would definitely say they were if that were true, but they were all very generic and did not go too into detail on Anamaria, Gibbs or any of the other crew members and that saddened me so much. I mean we see Gibbs as the awesome father figure or the kind kindered soul of the POTC crew and to see him not mentioned enough with a back story that's at least half made up really saddened me…so I decided to make him one haha (it is my explanation for why he got into piracy btw ;D) And lol! I am so happy you loved this chapter – I wrote it half delirious so I was really worried about how it would come out – I'm going to have to go back and edit a little of the spelling and grammar mistakes, but that's something that's easily fixed haha. And I was seriously hoping that you were able to see the build up…though originally they were supposed to have more of a conversation before the kiss happened, but I had had that planned since the third chapter lmao! Whew! Anyway, I'm glad you LOVED the chapter and I thank you, as always, for your review haha :) I hope you enjoy this chapter as well! Happy reading!

And thanks to all who have subscribed and favorited both this story as well as myself, I wouldn't write if you all didn't read :)

Your Loving Authoress,
timexgone23

P.S. Ignore all spelling and or grammatical mistakes – I'm sick and I have no desire to go through this chapter another three times and attempt to fix everything. If you catch something PM me and I'll go back through and fix it :) Thanks~!

P.P.S. The P.S above has been pretty much the same the last few chapters and will remain as such until I feel there is no need to have it there anymore lol! Okay thanks ;D

NOW ON WITH THE FIC ;))

Pirates of the Caribbean:
The Curse of the Black Pearl
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Elizabeth watched as the crew raced about the ship, tossing barrels, crates and things deemed unnecessary overboard and into the waters below. Her dark brown eyes finding the familiar brunette female among many who were working, though she held a spy glass tightly in her hands and kept scribbling notes down on the paper Gibbs had supplied her with only a few moments prior. She tentatively stepped closer to the woman, looking over her shoulder to see she had drawn a version of the Pearl in order to visually see the ship's weaknesses.

"Is that actually going to work?" Nim looked up from her work to offer the older woman a quirked brow.

"Yes," she nodded after a moment, "However, not knowing Barbossa's strategy is rather frustrating, but if he does what I think he will…then it could go either way as far as our fates." She frowned as Elizabeth nodded slowly. "I just hope your plan works, because if not we're not going to fare very well, nor are we going to last very long. Sadly, the Interceptor isn't fit for a full fight."

"How many guns do we have on this ship?"

Nim eyed her carefully, making note of her determination and frowning deeply, the situation calling for nothing but seriousness. "Look at it this way Elizabeth…the Interceptor is a brig…the Pearl is a galleon. That in and of itself already gives us a disadvantage, but we've got twelve 6-pound cannons on the main deck, four 2-pound on the poop deck and two swivel guns…compare that to the thirty-two, 32 pound cannons that the Pearl has in total. We in comparison we're short twelve guns, if we haven't already thrown half of them overboard to make the ship lighter."

"Goodness…"

"Yeah," Nim agreed rubbing her brow with her hand in exasperation. "Also compare that to how many men are on board the Pearl and how many we have here and then add that they're undead." Nim grunted as the numbers whirled around her mind and she shook her head to force them away. "That's why I hope your plan works…otherwise we're not going to come out on top unless we've got some good ideas to get them against the wind."

"Nim I need an update!"

The brunette quickly stood up from her leaning position and opened her glass, noticing long black stokes coming out from either side of the ship. "Jesus Christ, Lord's name in vein!" She muttered to herself as she removed the glass. "Oars!" The African woman cursed loudly in frustration, turning her eyes to Elizabeth.

"It was a good plan," She admitted, "Up 'til now."

Nim frowned as she returned her eyes back to the ship tailing them just as Will made his way up the stairs, his hair falling out of his normally neat ponytail and making him look more disheveled, of which Nim had to politely ignore as an odd heat blossomed in her cheeks. "Gibbs," He breathed, resting against the railing next to where Elizabeth stood. "We have to make a stand. We must fight! Load the guns!"

"With what!" Anamaria growled in frustration.

Nim nodded her head in agreement with the African woman, her exasperation beginning to become apparent. "Will, we've thrown just about everything overboard that we could have used!"

"Anything…" He cried in his own exasperation and determination his eyes locking onto her green ones, "Everything! Anything we have left!" All five of them looked at one another before Gibbs sighed finally, nodding his head.

"Load the guns!" He ordered to the crew as they began to stuff cutlery and other assorted items into the cannons. "Take shot and langrage. Nails and crushed glass! With a will!" He called as he went to take a swig out of his canteen only for it to be stolen from his grasp and loaded into a cannon by Marty. Gibbs only watched in dismay before making his way back to the helm.

Nim frowned deeply as she tried to figure out what to do with their new situation. "If my suspicions are correct, the Pearl is going to luff up on our port quarter..."

"She'll rake us without ever presenting a target!" Gibbs growled in frustration, his expression giving the brunette nerves as he seemed to find it hopeless. Finally Elizabeth perked up, her expression lightening as if she had discovered something they had not.

"Lower the anchor on the right side." She stated before realizing that it wasn't in nautical terms and therefore they were not going to understand it. "On the starboard side!"

"It certainly has the element of surprise."

Nim nodded her agreement to Will's casual statement, finding that there wasn't much else they could do. Anamaria only looked at the three of them incredulously as she fought with the helm. "You're daft, lady! You both are!"

Nim only nodded. "It's our only shot Ann!"

"Daft like Jack!" Gibbs smirked, a wide grin spreading his lips and pushing at his mutton chop. "Lower the starboard anchor! Do it, ye dogs, or it's you we'll load into the cannons!" He shouted at the crew. A number of them hustled to the anchor and allowed it to drop. Nim waited as the line fell with great speed and quickly grabbed the railing to keep from falling forward as the anchor finally caught. Anamaria fought with the wheel as the Interceptor began to lift from the ocean thanks to laws of motion. Nim stumbled slightly, her eyes widening as Elizabeth turned around, her own eyes wide as she looked to Anamaria.

"Let go!"

Anamaria quickly let go of the helm, stepping back and watching as it spun, the ship turning in a complete 180 and heading now towards the Pearl. Nim, grabbing her barrings threw herself against the railing. "Hoist anchor!" She called to the crew.

"What do you mean!" Nim shot Elizabeth an irritable look.

"If we don't hoist the anchor we just dropped we're only going to stay in one place we won't go anywhere!" Nim explained quickly, "If Will plans on fighting this crew then we need to be able to maneuver and we can't do that if the anchor is keeping us in place against the wind or not!"

"She's right," Gibbs nodded quickly, echoing her order to hoist the anchor before turning his head to the brunette to see that she was scribbling on her paper again. "Lass have ye got anything?"

"Against the wind we're goners, but hopefully it'll propel the Pearl passed us and we can make our escape, but I very much doubt it." Nim frowned. "There's not too much we can do but prepare for the worst. We need to get into battle stations."

Gibbs nodded quickly before calling the order, grabbing guns and tossing one to each of them. Nim took the gun from the older sailor, throwing her pencil down and preparing her gun. Quickly she took aim, the butt of the rifle against her shoulder as the two ships began to come side by side. Gibbs had run down to the gun deck to order the guns, Will and Elizabeth both standing on the main deck and Anamaria stood next to her.

"I don't trust this lady's ideas there Nee, ye best be thinkin' of some that could actually work." She snapped irritably and Nim only sighed, her eyes narrowing.

"I'll see what I can do."

"We wouldn't be in this damn mess if it wasn't for her." She grumbled and Nim smirked besides herself.

"She was just trying to help…I think it's refreshing havin' someone other than ourselves come up with the ideas." She sighed, her eyes narrowing on the other ship. "Blame can't fall on anyone but Barbossa…"

"I'm still stickin' with my original thought." Anamaria grunted as she too aimed her gun as shouts sounded from the Pearl in an intimidation method. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Nim could see that it was working and she stood straight quickly.

"I'll be back Ann." Before Anamaria could stop her she stood and quickly ran to the where Gibbs was standing before nodding to him. "Hold your fire…these men are going to do and say anything to intimidate you but remember you're also pirates! Let's give these slimy, mangy curs a run for their money! We will NOT go down without a fight!" She smirked to herself as the men's faces seemed to harden in defiance before she turned to the other members of the crew on deck. "That goes for you too!" Will nodded his head to her, offering her a small smile before turning to the men standing next to him.

"Keep us steady now…" He paused as the Pearl became parallel with them, his brows furrowing in defiance as he eyed the members of the other crew. Finally, he seemed to gain the resolve he needed as his features set with determination and he called his order, "Now!"

Nim immediately had her rifle positioned once more as Elizabeth echoed the blacksmith's order and she could hear Gibbs shouting below. Without much of a thought she pulled the trigger on her gun and opened fired.

The brunette, for a fleeting moment, forgot that she was from the twenty-first century and that she wasn't a sea-faring pirate but a reserved and stubborn young woman in her second year of college. But after remembering she set her brow in a deep furrow. She wasn't that girl anymore, she was a woman who was now thrown into a world with real dangers, where if she wasn't careful she could very well die and she didn't know if she would be able to make it back to her world. A part of her never wanted to return, to remain in this world where she felt more complete, where she felt like she actually belonged – but then there was a part of her that knew that she wasn't supposed to be there, that this was a movie! Her eyes widened as a pirate swung directly in front of her and swiped at her head. Ducking she raised her rifle and blocked another attack of his before kicking her leg forward. As he stumbled she quickly fired a bullet into his head and raced off to help someone else.

Bullets rained down on the ship as well as cannonballs and Nim found herself finding a valor in her that she didn't know that she had as she punched another pirate in the face, shaking her hand out as pain blossomed in her knuckles her expression humorously painful before swinging her rifle around and cracking another undead pirate in the back of his skull. She grimaced at the sound, her heart pounding in her ears. She wasted no time in firing another bullet at an oncoming pirate, sighing to herself as she lowered it once more. She was beginning to find more use for her rifle being a shield as opposed to having to clean the barrel before shooting again. Her green irises scanned the deck and noticed a pirate heading towards an unsuspecting Anamaria. Raising her rifle once more she quickly fired a shot, the African woman jumping as a thud sounded behind her.

Nim ran up to her and nodded as the woman thanked her. "Do you have any ideas?" The brunette shook her head, turning her eyes to Gibbs as he fired another shot.

"We could use a few more ideas lass!"

"Your turn!" Elizabeth called as she cleaned the barrel of her gun, the old sailor only groaned.

"We need us a devils dowry!"

"Well give them her!" Anamaria snapped, grabbing the back of Elizabeth's head and pointing her pistol under her chin. Nim quickly swatted away the gun and glared at her, Will only shook his head, his brows furrowed.

"She's not what they're after."

Anamaria only glared at the blacksmith, "Then what are they after!"

Elizabeth quickly reached around her throat, feeling for the chain that used to be there, grasping at the edge of her shirt in her search before looking up at Will in an emotion akin to horror. "The medallion…" Will noticing the problem pushed off of the railing from his squatting position before racing across the deck and out of sight. Nim gasped as a cracking could be heard and she looked up, ducking as the center mast began to fall, and she quickly pushed Elizabeth out of the way, grabbing Gibbs by the back of his vest as he fired, the bullet connecting with a rope and sending the undead pirate into the ocean.

Gibbs gasped loudly in Nim's ear as he looked up, "Jack!" The pirate in question only reached into his belt, tossing the older sailor his canteen.

"It's bloody empty!" He grumbled sadly before helping the brunette female to her feet. "Ye alright lass?" When she nodded he smirked, moving away from her and towards Elizabeth of whom was fighting off two pirates at once. He came up behind the one and tapped his shoulder before gesturing to the dress-clad woman. "That's not very nice." Elizabeth, more than frustrated, slammed the butt of her rifle into the man's jaw and sending him overboard. Jack then turned to her and questioned desperately, "Where's the medallion?"

"WRETCH!" She cried as she swung her arm backwards, but the pirate easily caught her wrist, noticing the wrap around her hand and his eyebrow quirked in slight amusement.

"Ah, where's dear William?" Elizabeth's eyes widened as she raced off to where the mast had fallen across the deck, Will's cries becoming louder.

"Will!"

Nim heard his name and turned to where the blond was leaning over and trying to lift the mast. Frowning she quickly moved forward to help her only to see her swept away by two pirates of which she fought against as much as she could. Dodging the situation completely she too raced forward and attempted to move the mast. "Will are you alright down there!"

"The haul is flooding!"

"Damnit!" Nim cursed as she leaned down. "Will the mast won't move, just hold on!" Turning quickly she began to push instead of lifting and found that all it was doing was pushing her backwards. Just as she went to push again she felt arms encircle her waist and she cried out as she was ripped away from the mast. Nim fought as hard as she could, finally managing to elbow the pirate carrying her in the side of the head and forcing him to drop her. As she went to run down the gang plank she was grabbed by the back of her head and pulled backwards, this time the pirates grabbing her arms and heaving her backwards. Flashes of the day Faye died flashed before her eyes and she fought desperately, managing to knock the one pirate off of her before spinning out of the other's hold. Before she could get too far, however, she was tripped.

Falling to the ground she gasped as the air was knocked from her lungs and she coughed before rolling onto her back and glaring at the man who had caused her loss of breath. Her eyes met with a large African man, every inch of his skin was pierced with metal and he snarled at her, grabbing her by the straps of her vest and standing her up before wrenching her arm behind her back and holding her there with his large arm pressing against her fragile neck and forcing her into submission. As a last resort of defiance, Nim reached her other hand and attempted to pull the man's arm off of her throat, only failing in having him jerk his arm against her neck roughly and causing her to cough loudly, wincing despite the effort she made to not show her pain.

"Ah…this one's a fighter I see." She turned her wild eyes to the smooth voice and noticed the bane of their entire chase to be staring her right in the face. Barbossa was not exactly what she would classify as attractive or suave by any means; dressed in an assorted outfit of blues with a large hat and equally large feather sticking from it. Nim only scoffed, her nose scrunching in her distaste.

"By that feather in your cap I'm assuming you're attempting to compensate for something." She grunted, almost smirking as his once smug face fell into one of open surprise before anger quickly took its place. Grabbing a fistful of her hair he pulled her face closer to his own, the brunette wincing.

"It'd do you well to keep your trap shut wench." Barbossa warned her, his eyes narrowing dangerously, but Nim was not going to be discouraged easily. She mentally wondered if it was her new-found valor or just complete lack of intelligence, but she did not care less.

"I've never been quite good at that as you'll soon find out." Nim challenged. "And call me a wench again and see what happens." Barbossa only sat back, a smirk twitching at his lips.

"Ah…seems like we have a wench with spice in her!" He announced to his crew earning laughs. Nim only growled lowly in her throat, clenching Bo'sun's arm tightly and using it to lift her feet off of the ground. She wasted no time in kicking Barbossa in the back and propelling him forward and causing her to cry out as the large man twisted her arm painfully, nearly causing her eyes to water.

"Why you little –"

"Barbossa!" The man turned sharply to look at Jack who had seemingly sauntered out of thin air, his hands chained and manacled together. The three looked in the pirate's direction to see that Jack wore a deep frown upon his lips. "Leave the lass alone…she knows not the pirate of which she is dealing with for she has as much a lubber as the next." Nim furrowed her brows and was about to open her mouth when Jack shot her a look that told her to keep her mouth shut. Nodding slightly, she turned her glare to Barbossa to see that he was glancing at her out of the corner of his eye before standing straight and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Is that so?" He questioned, turning his eyes back to her and reaching for her cheek and caressing it slightly. Nim shrunk closer to Bo'sun in order to remove herself from his hold, but there was very little room for her to move and so she kept herself standing straight and defiant. "Funny that a lubber be able to fight on a ship with as much skill as a pirate, let alone shoot like one." He stated, sickeningly sweet and Nim held back a shudder – trying to shoot Jack a pleading look. She nearly jumped as he grabbed her roughly by the chin, his eyes narrowing dangerously on her. "And even better, she looks like ol' Jim Puget."

"Leave it alone mate." Jack deadpanned, making sure to keep a neutral mask upon his face and Nim could not blame him for it. "She's not a Puget."

"Oh really?"

"Aye."

Barbossa turned to the brunette and smirked. "And what be your name lass?" He released his hold enough for her to talk and she narrowed her eyes on him.

"Nimphadora." She answered, remembering Jack's advice earlier. Barbossa narrowed his eyes at her.

"Does the lovely lady have a last name…Missy?" Nim fixed her gaze on him with determination and turned her face away from him to release his hold before turning back to him.

"Sparrow."

Nim had not been expecting Barbossa to become enraged, the pain in her cheek the reminder of how bad of an idea that was. He glared at her so strongly it almost made her cringe, but she continued to hold her mask – something she knew she was good at – and making sure that, despite the angry red mark on her cheek, she kept herself strong. "You lie."

"She does not." Jack answered quickly. "I'm sure anyone else could attest to that."

Barbossa only shot him a glare before glancing at the rest of his crew. "Tie them up!" The pirates wasted no time in doing as their captain ordered, however, Nim and Jack both stayed restrained away from the group, for what reason the brunette could not figure out. Frowning she looked at Jack, of whom had been trying to catch her eye and frowned. He offered her a look of apology and a slight tilt in his lips for comfort and Nim sighed. She appreciated it and offered him the same in return. How they were going to get of this one she had no idea, but she could only hope that Jack's wit would be able to help. She then began to run over the fight in her head and her mind immediately raced towards Will's well being.

Last she had seen he was trapped below deck by the mast with water flowing in on either side. Frowning she struggled against Bo'sun in an attempt to be a little more comfortable only for him to jerk her arm once more. Quickly she decided not to move anymore while he had her in his grasps. She looked back at the Interceptor, a worried frown creasing at her brows and at the corners of her lips.

"If any of you as much as thinks the word "Parley", I'll have your guts for garters" She heard Pintel growl behind her somewhere to what she assumed was the crew. The sound of footsteps racing forwards was the only thing she heard before the ship she had been on moments before, the very ship that currently held Will trapped exploded, the pieces shooting into the air and across the Caribbean waters in a great flash. Nim's eyes widened in horror and it was in that moment she realized something.

She was in love with William Turner.

Dun, dun, dunnnnnnn! :)

Hope you enjoyed!