Ricki Sparrow

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A/N: Okay, a few shout outs!

One of my anonymous reviewers came up with a brilliant beyond brilliant idea that I'll DEFINITELY be using:) I was SO SO SO afraid that the rest of this story would be dull and actionless, but your review has given me an AMAZING idea! Thank you SO much!

Second, I was Googling Pirate treasures that I could use in this story, and found one on the first try. It was the Treasure of Captain Kidd and get this; according to legend, you need THREE people to perform a ritual to get to it. THREE people! How perfect is that for this?

Thirdly, I appriciate all of the support that you've given me! Tomorrow will mark the one-week anniversary of this story:) Wow...Fourteen chapters and 121 Reviews in a WEEK! Thank you so much reviewers and readers! None of this would have been possible without your support:)

"So...how many of you are there?" Jack asked, looking at the group of pirates that had come aboard the Pearl.

"About thirty or so of us, Cap'n." Smithy said. "You member us, don't you? We were all on the Queen Anne's Revenge."

"Ah, yes...well, then! Welcome aboard the Pearl, men! Off to work with you! I'll be back by nightfall!" Jack announced, leaving the Black Pearl under Gibbs's watchful eyes.

It was no trouble at all to find the Mayor's house.

But he also couldn't exactly knock on the front door.

Instead, Jack Sparrow scaled the wall, and climbed in through a window on the third floor.

And - with what little luck he had - he was right in her room!

She was facing away from him, brushing her long, golden locks. She was humming a tune that Jack didn't recognize, and was wearing a gown that was greatly different from what he had last seen Elizabeth Swann wear.

"Ah, Lizzie. Pirating days over, eh?" Jack asked from the window as he came into her room.

"Jack!" Elizabeth said happily, setting her brush down. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, dearest Lizzie, as it would happen, I'm not here on a social call. I actually have a question." Jack said.

"No, I won't marry you." Elizabeth said, crossing her arms sternly.

Jack chuckled, and said, "Don't flatter yourself, love. I've got meself a daughter, now. No time to marry a bonny lass like you."

"You?" Elizabeth asked incredulously. "You have a daughter?"

"But that's beside the point." Jack said as he continued. "I understand that you, my dear Lizzie, have a relation of one form or another to the infamous William Kidd."

"And?" Elizabeth asked.

"Well, he has a treasure." Jack stated.

"Uh-huh. And?" Elizabeth asked.

"I would like to have said treasure."

"And you think that I know where it is?" Elizabeth asked.

"That would be why I'm here." Jack said.

"I've only heard rumors. Kidd's been dead for years." Elizabeth said.

"And what rumors have you heard, Miss Swann?" Jack said, coming up closer to her.

"Kidd had a treasure. He and his crew set off to an uncharted island, to the south." Elizabeth said, sitting down on her bed. Jack joined her. "They buried the treasure, and set booby traps to protect it. But they believed that mere traps were not enough to keep all of Kidd's gold safe. They placed wages, and sacrificed one of their own, to place his body ontop of the burial site."

"Ah, intriguing. But I'm afraid that that wonderful tale does not help me in the slightest." Jack said.

"I'm not done." Elizabeth said, smiling. "The rumors say that the only way to retrieve Kidd's treasure is by using a sacred ritual."

"Another one?" Jack sighed.

"I don't know what you mean by that..." Elizabeth said, trailing off. "But you need three people to perform this ritual. You must stand in a triangular way, right where the treasure is. And you must dig for it quietly. Words and voices disturb the treasure, Jack."

"Anything else?"

"It has to be done during a full moon." Elizabeth said. "Or so I've heard."

"I thank you, for all of your help, Lizzie." Jack said, smiling.

"It was so good to see you, Jack. I forgot how much I miss piracy." Elizabeth sighed.

"Not too late to come back, love." Jack offered.

But Elizabeth shook her head. "I must wait here. If Will returns...this is where he'll come."

"And you're just going to wait around your whole life?" Jack asked.

Elizabeth smiled, and said, "No. He'll come. He promised."

"Okay." Jack said, not believing a bloody thing she said about William. "Goodbye, Lizzie."

And then, Jack was gone.

"Alright, men! Swab the deck! Raise the sails! Set sail for Tortuga!" Captain Sparrow yelled at his newly obtained crew.

But one particular pirate did not do as he was told.

Instead, he snuck below deck, and sat on a pile of boxes. He took the Ricki doll out of his pocket, and twirled it around in his hands. Just torturing her was not enough for him, now. Nor was killing her from miles away. After all the pain and suffering Ricki caused him...he wanted to watch the light leave her eyes as he killed her. It was all her fault that he had no one in the world. All her fault...

But suddenly, something in Ricki's doll changed. It seemed to almost disappear for a moment...vanish, in thin air. Just as quickly as he was about to panic, it returned.

"What was that all about?" he wondered to himself.

"Ricki! Darling, over here!" Angelica yelled from the other end of the beach.

Ricki ran toward her mother, and they met up in the middle.

"Did you find anything?" Angelica asked.

Ricki handed her and oddly shaped fruit. "It's all I could find." she said.

"We'll make it work." Angelica smiled.

"It's nearly sunset." Ricki observed.

"It is." Angelica agreed.

"Why do you think no ships have come yet?" Ricki wondered.

Angelica shrugged. "I'm still hoping that you're father decides to come back."

"It's been enough time that he could be as far away as Port Royal by now." Ricki sighed. "I doubt he'll just turn around."

"You never know with Jack." Angelica defended. "How are you feeling?"

Ricki shrugged. "Fine, I guess."

"Ricki, what's wrong? Are you in pain? Or is it Michael?" Angelica asked.

"Neither. I'm...numb, almost. I want to feel again. But I can't." Ricki said deadly. "I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all."

"I understand. You will get better in time." Angelica promised.

"Mum...? Mum! Did you see that?"

But Angelica was still frozen. Was it real? Or had she simply imagined the vibrant flash of green that shot across the sky as the sun set?

Angelica turned to Ricki to tell her that she had, when she saw her daughter. Angelica gasped, hoping that she was imagining it.

If you were looking at Ricki at that moment, you probably wouldn't have noticed anything different about her. But Angelica was Ricki's mother, and knew when something was off. Ricki looked back at her mother, but not with her own eyes. No. She had Blackbeard's eyes. And she stared at her mother with hatred. She had an evil look on her face-

But just as quickly as it happened, it went away.

And Ricki was back to normal.

Angelica would spend the rest of the night convincing herself that it wasn't real. That her daughter was fine. But part of her inside knew that everything was not fine.

No. Jack would not have left them on the cursed island. He was cruel, but not that cruel. After all they had been through...? And Jack knew about Blackbeard's Curse. No. He would not have risked Ricki's life like that. It was just some bizarre dream...right?

I hope that you liked it! Thank you SO much for all of the great ideas, and I hope that you liked Elizabeth's little guest appearance;) I don't think you'll see her in this story again, so I hope you liked her:) Please, review! I want...I don't know...15 reviews before I continue? Pretty pretty please? Thanks a million!

~PeachyKeen13