Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters. I only own my OC and any changes in plot and such.

Ganondorf-Lover: Lol I didn't want him to be mean to her or anything I guess he just seems better XD

littlemonalisaliar: lol don't cry XD and thank you.

Retainer: that certain someone being who? And what do you mean by "every men recognizes Coralie's legs" XD

Almost forgot! Credit to YugiOh13 for an idea at bottom (Not gunna spoil it.)

I returned to Port Royal by the next night and was surprised when someone grabbed my arm to pull me from the water. I gasped looking up to see Beckett. He looked down at my tail as it melted away.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I was waiting for you. I wanted to see your tail." He chuckled. "Got here a little too late I guess." He helped me up. "The party is tomorrow."

"I made it back just in time." I said with a small smile. He nodded.

"Come, we'll go to my home. I had a dress picked out for you." I sighed at the mention of a dress.

"Please no corset."

"Sorry." I groaned and he chuckled.

I sighed as maids were helping me put on my dress and corset the next morning.

"Do I really have to wear this?" I gasped out.

"Sorry miss." One maid said.

"It's one of the latest things in London."

"Now I know how Lizzie felt…" I muttered.

"Plus Lord Beckett requests it." I frowned.

"Is he calling me fat?"

"No, no, miss."

"He simply wants you to look beautiful."

"Is he calling me ugly?" I mumbled.

"Can you make it so I can actually breathe?"

"We'll try miss." She said as she made it tighter.

I always thought I would die in a battle, but now I see I am going to die from a corset!

I walked down the stairs in a pale blue dress, holding a matching blue fan. I got to the bottom of the stairs and Beckett walked over.

"You look lovely."

"Good, because I cannot breathe." I almost growled. He chuckled.

"It's the latest thing, and I want you to have the best." He added as the butler let a guest in. He leaned down to my ear. "Try not to do anything too… embarrassing." He said quietly. I gave him a look.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't act like you hate me and dread being here; You're supposed to be my future wife, look happy." I rolled my eyes and smiled. "There you go." He said before kissing my cheek. He chuckled. "You blush really easily."

"Can- can we just get this over with?" I asked. He nodded and held out his arm. I sighed and look it and let him walk me outside to the back. A few people came over to congratulate us. No one I knew, everyone was either a friend or business acquaintance with Beckett. And the woman, were their dates, from around town. After a few minutes Beckett went off to talk to some people and I sat down at a table and sipped on some tea, looking around. My eyes landed on three women who were looking at me. One would say something and the others would start giggling quietly. I also noticed them staring at Beckett a few time. I put my tea cup down and walked over.

"Am I doing something amusing?"

"We were just wondering why Lord Beckett would want to marry you." The first woman said. She had brown hair and brown eyes.

"What is wrong with me?" I asked crossing her arms.

"For one you talk funny." The woman said.

"Are we never see you around." The second woman, a blond, said.

"Where do you go all day?" The third woman asked, she also had brown hair but it was lighter.

"We used to see you all the time with the Governor's daughter." The blond said.

"We don't see her either." The third woman said.

"Bet you get around, don't you?" The first woman said.

"Listen here you little-!" I began but was cut off as Beckett walked over. The three woman began smiling at him.

"Darling, I hope you're playing nice with the guests." He said looking at me.

"Lord Beckett." One said. He turned to look at them. I rolled my eyes as they began to try and flirt with him.

"Cutl-" I tried to say but one of the woman cut me off.

"Why are you marrying her there's nothing special about her." The first woman said.

"Don't you ever wonder where she goes all the time?" The second added.

"Who she's with." The third said before muttering. "Whore." I grit my teeth as raised my hand to slap her when Beckett grabbed it before it could get high enough and held it between us.

"Will you excuse us ladies?" He said before leading me away from them. "Not that I don't like that side of you," He started with a smirk. "But try to control yourself." He said quietly.

"She called me a whore." I said glaring at the women who glared back. "Stay here." He said turning to walk back over to the woman who began smiling again. I glared at them as they looked at me as if they had won something.

Wait.. why do I care?

He stood in front of them and they listened to whatever he said. Suddenly they looked shocked and a bit angry and huffed before walking away. I raised an eyebrow as he came back.

"What did you say to them?" I asked.

"Oh nothing. Don't worry about it." He said shaking his head. I gave him a look.

"What did you say?" He chuckled.

"I told them not to insult you." He said taking my hand. "And that you were much more beautiful than them and with their attitudes they'd end up as old maids." I looked at him shocked but began to smile.

"You told them that?"

"Of course; they were insulting you." He said stoking my cheek.

"You… called be beautiful." I said a blush coming to my cheeks.

"That I did."

"You can be very sweet." I said smiling.

"I try." He said smiling back. Suddenly someone cleared their throat and tapped on a glass. I looked over to see one of Beckett's friends standing up to give a toast. Beckett turned to listen to him, lacing his fingers with mine. He pulled me a little closer to him. He rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand.

"To the happy couple." His friend finished. "Let's see a kiss." He teased. Beckett chuckled and leaned over to kiss me. I slightly panicked and turned my head making him kiss my cheek. I felt my cheeks turn red as he chuckled again.

"She's shy." He said and everyone laughed quietly. Everyone continued conversing and Beckett turned to me. "I'd appreciate it if you tried not to embarrass me." He whispered.

"You said nothing about kissing." I whispered back. He sighed lightly.

"I'm sorry." He said kissing my cheek. He chuckled lightly. "Your face is so red."

"Q-Quit it." I said trying to hide a smile.

"I'm sorry you're just so much fun to tease." He said lightly tapping my chin up with his knuckle, smiling.

"I need to catch up with the others." I said quietly my smile fading. Beckett frowned and sighed.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" He asked looking at me with pleading eyes.

I never knew he could be so cute..

".. A little longer." I said nodding. He smiled and kissed my cheek again.

"Would you like to dance?"

"I-I.. I am not a very good dancer." I said embarrassed. He chuckled.

"Don't worry, it's not that hard." He said holding out his hand. I took it and he led me to an open area where others were dancing to the slow music the orchestra was playing. I blushed as he put one hand on my hip and held my other hand while I had my other hand on his shoulder. He smiled as we began dancing. I couldn't help but glance down every so often at our feet. He chuckled slightly and lifted my chin. "You don't have to keep looking down." He said putting his hand back on my waist.

"I do not want to trip."

"You won't and if you do I'll catch you." He smiled and I couldn't help but smile back.

We danced for a few minutes before we stopped and walked off to the side.

"I really need to go; Jack and Will are going to get suspicious." I said quietly. He frowned.

"I'll tell everyone you're not feeling well. Do you still have your sword and pistol?" I nodded.

"I left them on the ship." Suddenly I remembered something and frowned.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I have to get out of this dress."

"I could help you." He said and I smacked his shoulder lightly. "Joking." He said holding up his hands. I smiled and leaned up to kiss his check.

"Thank you, by the way."

"You like it?" I nodded. "I'll save it for you." I smiled. He leaned down and kissed my cheek again. "See you soon." I smiled as if saying 'yes' before leaving. I managed to get the dress off in the room I had stayed in the night before in a few minutes then snuck out of the house and went down to the docks without anyone seeing me.

When I found the Pearl it was very dark and all the lamps had been doused. I got on board, with the help of Pintel and Ragetti as usual, and went over to Jack once I could walk. I looked and saw Will had rowed to a shipwrecked ship.

"Where is he going?" Jack turned to me and opened his mouth to respond when suddenly a ship came out of the water. "Why do I have the feeling you lied to Will in some way."

"I may.. have.." He moved his mouth like he was trying to think of how to finish the sentence. I rolled my eyes and waited. I stood by Ragetti and Pintel as Jack looked through his spy glass. Suddenly Davy Jones was right in front of him. Pintel, Ragetti and I all gasped and backed up into some of the Flying Dutchman crew. I held in a scream and moved closer to Ragetti, grabbing his arm. He grabbed my hand and held onto it. Cotton and Gibbs had knives to their throats from other Flying Dutchman crew members who teleported over. Suddenly I had a knife to my throat and Ragetti was pulled away towards the cannons. He looked at me terrified, I returned the look. "Oh." Jack said.

"You have a debt to pay." Jones began to step forward making Jack step back. "You've been captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement." Davy Jones said.

"Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon."

"Then you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless! Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?" He said walking around Jack. All the Dutchmen crew began laughing.

"You have my payment. One soul to serve on your ship is already over there." Jack said.

"One soul is not equal to another."

"Aha! So we've established my proposal is sound in principle, now we're just haggling over price."

"Price?" He popped his upper lip.

"Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?"

"One hundred souls, three days-uh."

"You're a diamond, mate. Send me back the boy; I'll get started right off." Jack turned around started to walk away when a hammer head like crew member clocked him, hissing.

"I keep the boy. A good-faith payment. That leaves you only ninety-nine more to go. Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!"

"Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano. Worth at least four... maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention... he's in love. With a girl." Jack began to walk around Jones. "Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him... would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them be joined in holy matrimony. Aye?"

"I keep the boy. Ninety-nine souls-uh. But I wonder, Sparrow, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man - a friend-uh - to a lifetime of servitude, in your name while you roam free?"

"Yep! I'm good with it. Should we seal it in blood? I mean... mm-mm - ink?" Jones grabbed Jack's hand, resulting in a squishy sound. "Uh!"

"Three days. Three days." Pintel whimpered, with a knife held to his neck from a crew member of Jones' ship. The crew members and Jones began to walk away before they just disappeared. My knees suddenly felt weak and I felt them give out beneath me. Ragetti grabbed me and kept me on my feet. I nodded in thanks. Jack looked at his hand, it was covered with slime, but the black spot disappeared under the effect of the slime.

"Er, Mr. Gibbs."

"Aye."

"I, I feel sullied and unusual."

"And how do you intend to harvest these ninety-nine souls in three days?"

"Fortunately, he was mum as the condition in which these souls need be."

"Ah... Tortuga!" Jack wiped his hand on Gibbs' shirt.

"Tortuga."

A man was tied up and being dunked in the well, and was spouting water from his mouth. Crowded tavern, glass bottles were being shot off of people's heads for entertainment. A duo of musicians was playing a guitar and accordion. Tortuga was defiantly a lively place.

"And what makes you think you're worthy to crew the Black Pearl?" Gibbs asked an elderly man.

"Truth be told, I never sailed a day in me life. I figure I should get out and see the world while I'm still young."

"You'll do. Make your mark. Next!"

"My wife ran off with my dog. And I'm drunk for a month. And I don't give a ass rat's if I live or die."

"Perfect! Next!"

"Me have one arm, 'n' a bum leg."

"It's the crow's nest for you." Jack was sitting alongside a wall, within earshot of Gibbs' table, trying to make his Compass work while I leaning against the wall next to him.

"I know what I want. I know what I want. I know what I want." He kept repeating, he opened the compass before frowning and snapping it shut.

"Next!" Gibbs said.

"Ever since I was a little lad, I've always wanted to sail the seas. Forever."

"Sooner than you think. Sign the roster." Gibbs said to another man.

"Thanks very much."

"How we going?" Jack asked.

"Including those four? That gives us - four!" Jack shook the compass. "And what's your story?" Gibbs said to the next man who came up.

"My story..." I looked up at the sound of his voice. "It's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the Seven Seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life." He said picking up the bottle of rum Gibbs had.

"Commodore?" Gibbs asked. I stood up and stared at him. I wanted to say something but suddenly my mouth wasn't working.

"No, not anymore, weren't you listening? I nearly had you all, off Tripoli." I noticed Jack grab a nearby plant and try to hide behind it. "I would have, if not for the... hurricane."

"Lord. You didn't try to sail through it?"

"So do I make your crew, or not? You haven't said where you're going. Somewhere nice!" He flipped the table causing Gibbs to fall back.

"Oh!" The music stopped, everyone stared at the altercation. Jack grabbed a branch from a vase, carried it in front of his face, attempted to walk out unseen.

"So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow?" Norrington spotted Jack sneaking off behind him, and turned to point his pistol at him. "Or should I just kill you now?" Jack ducked back and forth behind both sides of a large post, as Norrington pointed his pistol at him.

"You're hired."

"Sorry. Old habits and all that."

"Easy, sailor!" said one of the men who had just recently joined the crew as he and another pointed Norrington's pistol upward just as it fired.

"That's our captain you're threatening." The ball ricochets off the chandelier, breaking a man's bottle as he's drinking from it the man whose bottle broke slugs a man next to him the music starts back up as a brawl ensues one man swings from chandelier, women fight, bottles are thrown against the wall, etc.

"Time to go?" Jack asked.

"Aye!" Gibbs said getting up, he grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. I couldn't help but just stare was Norrington began sword fighting as Gibbs pulled me as he followed Jack. Someone threw a bottle against the wall above the stairs; Jack ducked to pick up a hat as it smashed above his head. Jack made his way upstairs, trading hats a few times along the way.

"Thanks, mate." He said to one once he got to the top of the stairs. Jack slaps him on the shoulder; the man fell backwards off the balcony. "Ooo." Jack halted to let two men carrying another man proceed towards the edge of the balcony after putting the hat he was wearing on the man's head. "Carry on."

"Heave!" The two men throw the carried man off the balcony, then Jack continued on his way. The music stops, Norrington threateningly held a bottle in his left hand.

"Come on, men! Who wants some? Form an orderly line, I'll have you all one by one. Come on, who's first?" I let out a small yelp as, from behind, someone grabbed the bottle from Norrington, smashed it over his head, knocking him out.

"I just wanted the pleasure of doing that myself!" They said.

That sounded like... it couldn't be.

I pulled my arm from Gibbs hand and ran back to the balcony. I ran outside as the crowd brought Norrington outside and threw him into the mud with some pigs. Everyone left except for the person who knocked him out. He got down and turned Norrington over. I ran over to them.

"James?" The two looked over at me. I blinked in surprise. "Lizzie?"

"Cora?" She said.

"Coralie?" Norrington said.

"What are you doing here?" Elizabeth asked standing up.

"I am sailing with Jack, for..." I trailed off. I couldn't tell her about Will, Beckett or Jack's debt.

"You're sailing with Jack?" Lizzie asked, not noticing I said 'for'.

"Yes."

"Show me where the Black Pearl is." I nodded. She turned and helped Norrington up. I took a breath and led them to where the Pearl was docked. Jack and Gibbs were walking together, Elizabeth approached from behind.

"Captain Sparrow!"

"Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard." Jack said.

"I'm here to find the man I love." Jack stopped.

"I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea." Norrington suddenly vomited over the side. I frowned and rubbed his back. He glanced at me before looking away.

What had happened to him since I last saw him?

"Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow." Jack turned around.

"Elizabeth." He turned to Gibbs. "Hide the rum." Gibbs took the bottle that Jack handed to him, and walked up the boarding plank to the Pearl. "You know, these clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin."

"Jack... I know Will came to find you. Where is he?"

"Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this but... through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that have nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor William has been press-ganged into Davy Jones' crew."

"Davy Jones?" Norrington vomited over the side, then spit.

"Oh, please. The captain of the Flying Dutchman." He said.

"You look bloody awful. What are you doing here?" Jack asked.

"You hired me." Norrington said. "I can't help it if your standards are lax."

"You smell funny." Jack said childishly.

"Jack! All I want is to find Will."

"Are you certain? Is that what you really want most?"

"'Course."

"Because I would think, you'd want to find a way to save Will the most."

"And you have a way of doing that?"

"Well, there is a chest..."

"Oh, dear." Norrington said.

"A chest of unknown size and origin." Pintel and Ragetti walked by, together carrying a crate of bottles, and overheard the conversation.

"What contains the still-beating heart o' Davy Jones." Pintel said.

"Unh-unh... unh-unh... unh-unh..." Ragetti made noises like a heartbeat, pretending to hold one.

"And whoever possesses that chest possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is he or she wants, including... saving brave William from his grim fate." Jack said.

"You don't actually believe him, do you?" Norrington asked.

"How do we find it?" She asked.

"With this. My Compass... is unique."

"'Unique' here having the meaning of broken." Norrington said.

"True enough. This Compass does not point north." Norrington vomited over the side again. I rubbed his back some more.

"Where does it point?"

"It points to the thing you want most in this world."

"Oh Jack. Are you telling the truth?"

"Every word, love. And what you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?"

"To save Will?"

"By finding the chest of Davy Jones." Jack handed the compass to Elizabeth, then drew away quickly so as not to influence the compass. Elizabeth consulted the compass, for her the dial clearly pointed in a specific direction. Jack slowly rose up to peer at the face of the compass. "Mister Gibbs!"

"Cap'n."

"We have our heading."

"Finally! Cast off those lines, weigh anchor, and prow that canvas!"

"Miss Swann."

"Welcome to the crew, former Commodore!" Pintel said putting a goat in his arms.

"Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh..." Norrington glared as Pintel walked away and glanced at me before looking away ashamed.

The crewmen were scrubbing the deck of the Black Pearl. I was sitting on the edge on the ship looking out to sea. Elizabeth was next to me looking at the Letters of Marque.

"How did you get those?" I asked pointing to them. She glanced at me.

"I took them from... your fiancé." She said.

"We are not really... You know..." She looked at me.

"Then what are you two?"

"He cleared my charges; all I had to do was go with Will." I glanced over to James who was washing the deck with other crew members. I chuckled to myself. "He also said it would make him jealous." Elizabeth looked over as Jack walked over to him and put his foot in front of him.

"A bit of manual labor is good for you, former commodore. Builds character." Jack said to him tapping his foot. Norrington glared and rubbed Jack's boot before going back to cleaning the floor. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked back down at the Letters of Marque. Suddenly Jack came over and took them from Elizabeth's hands.

"How dare you!"

"These Letters of Marque are meant to go me, are they not?" He looked at them. "…Beckett."

"Beckett?" Gibbs asked coming over.

"Yes, they're signed, Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company."

"Bluergh!" Jack made a noise sticking his tongue out as he read the parchment I recognized as the one Beckett had shown Will.

"Will was working for Beckett, and never said a word." Gibbs said.

"Agh." Jack made another noise. Then turned to look at me."You're not working for him too are you? You are going to marry the man." I bit my lip and glanced at Norrington who was scrubbing but stopped and looked up upon hearing what Jack said.

"Of course not." I said.

"Beckett wants the Compass. Only one reason for that."

"Of course. He wants the chest."

"Yes, he did say something about a chest."

"If the company controls the chest, they controls the sea."

"A truly discomforting notion, love."

"And bad. Bad for every mother's son what calls himself a pirate. I think there's a bit more speed to be coaxed from these sails. Brace the foreyard!" Gibbs said running off.

"Might I inquire how as to how you came by these?" Jack asked.

"Persuasion." Elizabeth said.

"Friendly?"

"Decidedly not."

"Will strikes a deal for these and upholds it with honor. Yet you're the one standing here with the prize. Full pardon, commission as a privateer on behalf of England and the East India Trading Company. As if I could be bought for such a low price." Jack tucked the Letters into his coat and began to walk away.

"Jack, the Letters, give them back."

"No. Persuade me."

"You do know Will taught me how handle a sword."

"As I said... Persuade me." Elizabeth walked away frustrated, leaned on the ship's railing next to me. Jack made an odd grunting noise. As Norrington walked up to Elizabeth at the railing I hopped off and walked over to the other side ignoring his glance at me. After a moment he walked away but not before turning back to say to her,

"So you never wondered how your latest fiancé ending up on the Flying Dutchman in the first place?" He shook his head then made his way over to me. "So, you're going to marry Beckett."

"Um... yes." I said looking out at the ocean.

"Well... congratulations."

"Thank you."

"So you got over me then?"

"Well... I-I-"

"You didn't." I looked over to see him smirking.

"I never said that."

"No but I can tell." I blushed as he reached over to stroke my face before twirling a strand of my hair. "You're still in love with me."

"What about you, are you over Lizzie?" I said looking down at my hands.

"I'll always have some feelings for her."

"Of course."

"But there's more room in my heart." I looked up as he leaned down and kissed me. My eyes automatically closed and I pressed my lips against his. After a moment he pulled away. "Was that better than Beckett?"

"He has never kissed me." I said with a blush.

"Why are you marrying him? Are you working for him with Will?" I shook my head.

"He dropped all my charges in exchange for watching Will, not helping him."

"So do you love Beckett?"

"..No." I shook my head.

"You hesitated."

"I did not." He chuckled reaching out to stroke my hair.

"Oh Coralie." He let his hand slide down to my cheek and rubbed slowly under eye with his thumb. I closed my eyes as he leaned down to kiss me again.

"James." I sighed. He smiled down at me.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left..."

"I would figure you would think about Elizabeth."

"She doesn't love me, but you do." I blushed as he looked in my eyes. "I was blind not to see it all these years… I'm sorry." He leaned down and pecked my lips before walking away. I hopped off the side and walked up to Jack by the wheel.

"Going for a swim?" He asked. I nodded.

"You seem to like swimming a lot."

"It would make sense considering I am a mermaid." He made a face.

"Oh... right." He said before motioning to the side of the ship. "Carry on." I smiled and jumped over the side.

"Coralie!" I looked up to see James looking over the side. I had forgotten he didn't know. Elizabeth ran over and it looked like she was explaining things to him. While he was looking at her I went under the water before launching myself up and grabbing onto the side, pulling myself up so I'm right in front of James. Elizabeth looked over and jumped. James turned and jumped as well. He looked over and saw my tail.

"Y-you're a-" I frowned. "I don't care. I-It doesn't matter to me what you are. You're still Coralie." I smiled.

"Thank you, James." I leaned up and pecked his cheek."Where are you going?"

"For a swim. I will be back soon." He nodded and smiled. I pushed off and dove back into the water.

That was pretty long so I'm gunna post the next one on either Sunday or Monday. Lol I've been too generous lately XD I hope the party was good, I don't know how people danced back then so I just did classic.

Doc is messing up again i had to go back and hit enter a bunch of times to make everything like it's supposed to be X-X

CREDIT:

Yugioh13: For the idea that "Maybe some woman at the party could be jealous and tries to be nasty to Coralie but then Coralie tells her off" even though i changed it to Cutler telling them off.