The Legend of Pearl Sparrow
Chapter Ten: A Favor and a Death.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Pirates of the Caribbean. I do own Pearl and any other OC's that happen to be in this fiction

A/N: Sorry for the delay in this update, I started the chapter, but I was having a hard time with Barbossa so I had to go and watch the first move a bit and watch At World's End again also.

Pearl looked up at the man standing over her. His face was weathered and a scar ran under one of his green eyes. His manner seemed friendly but instinct told her not to trust him. He held out a hand to help her up. His finger nails where long and dark in color. On the shoulder of the out stretched hand sat a monkey dressed in a shirt and an overcoat.

"You know my name?" she questioned.

"Not quite, Miss Sparrow. See, I've heard of ye from ya father. Ye look just like him. So what be ye first name?"

"It's Pearl."

"Ah, after me ship then."

"No. When The Wicked Wench was retrieved it was renamed after me. The Black Pearl is my father's ship."

"Right. Well anyways, I'm Hector Barbossa and I be getting ye off this ship."

Pearl made her way out of the cabin and prepared to board The Cursed Night. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm right over the newly banded P. Gasping in pain she turned and found herself face to face with Beckett. His face was full of anger but his eyes however had a hint of sadness in them. Pearl cringed in pain as he applied pressure to the brand.

"Let go." she hissed.

"You're mine. I raised you! You should have been mine!" He yelled as he gripped her arm even tighter.

"I belong to no one!" she yelled as she tried to get her arm free.

"Evelin was to marry me! Then he stole her away!" He started rambling and appeared to be drunk.

"Shut up! Don't talk about my mother!"

Beckett reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a knife. Pearl caught sight of the knife and a flash of him thrusting it into her chest played in her mind. Jerking to the left the knife missed her. (AN: Pearl is clairvoyant). Beckett then came at her again, this time Pearl grabbed his wrist and held the knife away from her. The struggle went on for a few more minutes but Pearl was beginning to lose; the knife was inching closer and closer to her. Suddenly a gun shot rang out and Beckett fell to the deck, a puddle of blood forming where he lay.

Looking from Beckett to where the smoke was clearing she saw Barbossa standing, gun held in an out stretched arm. She felt a slight ping of pain and morning for the man who was her father for so many years.

"Couldn't be letting him kill ye, when I be needing a favor from ye."

"A favor from me? What might that be?"

"Now, now Miss Sparrow, ye'll find out in time. Now shall we board me ship?"

Pearl bit her lip. She had no idea if she could trust this man, Barbossa, or if she would ever get to see Jack and Drake again. Sighing she followed Barbossa onto The Cursed Night. It was slightly bigger then The Black Pearl and had two rather large cabins. The nicer of the two was, of course, the Captains. Barbossa led Pearl to the smaller one.

"Ye be having this cabin." he said then walked off.

Pearl walked into the cabin and plopped down on the bed wondering what Barbossa had in mind for her.