If we did own Pirates of the Caribbean then the world would implode with awesomeness…But we don't so the world is safe for now.

"Where is that stupid Sparrow?" Snarled Jabberwocky, It was almost midnight and they hadn't seen Jack since they had floated ashore. Mercuric had been left to bond with "Squishy" and Jabberwocky was left to roam the streets looking for a Jack Sparrow. Thankfully he was known well round here.

"S'cuse me miss." She tapped a tall slim woman with tired grey eyes and wearing a tight blue dress. "Do you know of a Jack Sparrow?" The girl's eyes filled with rage and without another word pointed towards a pub marked The Sailor. Bottles smashed from inside and there was loud piano playing, but there seemed what sounded like a fight going on inside.

Yeah that's Jack alright. She thought to herself. Cautiously, with one hand on her dagger she went inside.

The smell of alcohol was almost enough to make you drunk, there were women in tight dresses and faces smeared with make-up everywhere… men on the floor, drunk out of there minds, Jabberwocky spun round, the music was almost deafening but could barely be heard over the fits of laughter and drunken yelling. Then she saw a small crowd gathering other the side of the pub. She shoved her way foreword and saw none other than Jack Sparrow dodging punches from a dangerously overweight man, with what looked like his wife standing nervously behind him.(Well It had to be this IS Jack Sparrow.)

"JACK!" Shrieked Jabberwocky and the pirate looked up for a split second and the side of his face met with a fist. "OW! Jabberwocky!" He snapped. A small river of blood trickling from his mouth, the podgy man looked about ready to throw another punch when the barman roared; "Okay that's enough people! Or I'll close!" and almost like a sacred call people started to move away, like nothing had happened. The podgy man looked confused at what to do. Stay here and get vengeance on a man who loved his wife or get more beer? His choice was clear when he staggered over to the bar to get another drink.

"Oh Jack are you hurt?" cooed the Man's wife and she dashed over to him. "It's a small price to pay for you." He grinned. Jabberwocky rolled her eyes, no way was he gonna abandon them for one night. "Jack!" She grinned emerging from the crowd. "Who is this?" Hissed the woman one arm wound protectively round Jack's shoulders. "Nobody!" he laughed nervously. "Give me a minute will you luv?" The woman gave him a suspicious look before wandering over to a table were some drinks had been left.

"What do you want?" He snapped angrily. "I was having a very interesting conversation with Marie over there." He waved his arm in a vague direction of where Marie was sitting. "Sparrow seriously we have to be ready to leave by morning, and we still don't have a boat." Jack sighed. "First of all It's Captain Sparrow and secondly…what the hurry? And I'll get a ship, don't worry! There's no rush." And with that he swaggered over to be with his Marie.

Jabberwocky sighed and walked out of the pub. She had to get away from the incessant drinking…she had enough of that on the boat…ship…whatever…she found herself wandering over to the beach. She closed her eyes as she listened to the soft sigh of the waves and the call of freedom chanted in her hear, the moon sat in the sky looking down on the sleepy sea, starts were splattered in the sky like angels teardrops and the horizon beckoned her. Jabberwocky hated land, she felt limited. The sea was a place of calm adventure and she missed its soft lullaby and the way it rocked her to sleep at night. She had pirate in her blood and she loved it.

Finally at the beach, she could see the sea lapping gently at the sand and the smell of the sea was almost overpowering but at least it seemed to make the rum smell go away. She grinned as the sand tickled her toes and the sea's soft lullaby made her daydream of far away lands…

Jack Sparrow… (Sorry CAPTAIN) Was sitting at the bar, Marie had gone to "get some air" and he was on his own. You would think that at a time like this a man like Sparrow would be thinking about what he was to do next. But Sparrow was a pirate, and like most pirates didn't care about tomorrow but lived for today. He swigged more rum and sighed. He was on the verge of passing out but this did not deter him, instead proceeded to make conversation to the man next to him, who was almost as drunk as him.

"S'cuse my asking mate…but do you know where I could get a ship?" The man looked at him, also a pirate he wore a distressed hat, worn with age and had numerous scars among his face, and eyes bloodshot from years of drinking. "No." He replied. "But you see these scars? Do you wanna know how I got them?" He snarled suddenly. Pointing to his worn jagged face, Jack (Sorry CAPTAIN) Jack was unsure what to do.

"Not really."

But the man continued anyway.

"Half my life I tried to get that treasure! Half my life and do you know what I think?"

"No, and I don't really care."

"I think it's a myth!" cried the man.

Jack sighed. Great (!) he was now surrounded by loonies…but as Captain Jack was a pirate, the word treasure sparked his curiosity.

"What about treasure?" He asked

At this point the man went a little cross eyed.

"The treasure of the last dragon." and with that a small trickle of blood suddenly flew from the man's mouth, he fell back with a loud crash and just like that, died on the spot.

Gaps rippled through the pub and all was quiet. Jack sat there, mouth agape…a man can only die like that unless… He bent down and saw some paper in the man's hand, slowly he slipped it out and put it in his pocket. The man knew about treasure and they needed somewhere to go. He quickly got up and dashed to the pub door. He had to find Mercuric and Jabberwocky. They had treasure to find. Little did he know, there was man standing in the shadows, watching.

Jabberwocky was still on the beach, she was getting tired and knew she should have been back ages ago, but the soft lullaby of the sea had her in warm arms, she didn't want to leave… wait…she spun round, footsteps, he heart raced, the beach was deserted and she felt an urgency to hide… she spotted a nearby palm tree and hid behind it, her breathing roared in her ears, her heartbeat was so loud she could feel it through her shirt. Her brain turned to mush as she secretly kicked herself for staying so late, a beach? In Tortuga? Was she really that stupid?

Then emerging from the shadows she saw a figure dark as night, his cape was billowing in the soft wind, revealing his belt where numerous weapons dangled lazily. He wore white gloves and she could not see his face…his black hood made sure of that. He stood there looking out to sea, his back to her. Jabberwocky was unsure what to do…she couldn't stay there forever; Mercuric would kill her if she came back this late… Slowly she started to make her way towards the street…

"No need to be afraid, you're perfectly safe." said a voice as smooth as silk and as sticky as oil, with a thick British accent, but sounded young… Jabberwocky spun on her heel, the man was facing her now and she was suddenly struck by an overwhelming sense of fear, was he looking at her? How can a man with no face see?

She felt her whole body freeze in the warm wind. "Says the man with guns and knives round his waist." The man said nothing, but she was almost certain he was smiling.

"That man you are with. What is his name?" Jabberwocky pondered what to do. "Jack Sparrow." She said carefully. "Sparrow…" repeated the man, rolling the name round his mouth. He did not move for a few moments, but then he asked "Do you know him?" Jabberwocky nodded. "Sadly." The man nodded, "I see."

And without another word proceeded to walk down the beach, Jabberwocky was shocked, what did this man want with Sparrow? How could he just leave her there? Not even a thank you? "Hey hey! Wait!" she cried, racing after him.

The man continued walking, as if she wasn't there. "Who are you?" She asked, trying to keep up. The man still said nothing for a while before stopping to look at her. "I cannot tell you who I am, but I can tell you what I am, and what I am is an assassin."

Jabberwocky rolled her eyes. "Well I know that, it's not everyday you see someone draped in black…apart from emo's maybe…" The man laughed and Jabberwocky grinned. "Do you have a name?" The man nodded. "Though I have no reason to tell you it." He continued to walk away and Jabberwocky sighed. She didn't want to go after him so she turned away, knowing she should have been back ages ago. But her mind eventually wandered back to why exactly did that man want Jack? She tried to push the thought to the back of her head as she made her way back to Mercuric. She had a lot of explaining to do…

The man looked back over his shoulder. How could a girl like that know Sparrow? Didn't even catch her name… he shrugged it off. He was here to do a job not make friends. But still, like a firefly dancing through the night sky, he couldn't forget her. It was annoying. He had too many questions bouncing around inside his head. He tried to ignore them. But he had a weird feeling they would meet again soon.

Hi! Jabberwocky here…Me and MCRinmybrain watched V for Vendetta and it seemed to cure my writers block…REVIEW! Savvy?