*Disclaimer* I do not own Jack Sparrow, however I would like to watch him sashay some more. Everyone else is a product of my clearly disturbed imagination. So yeah, please don't sue me.

Summary: Jack is hanging around Martinique when he finds an easy conquest… or so he thinks. (I promise, it's not as bad as it sounds.)

A/N: Please review-- this is a remake of an original pirate story I wrote and I think it's better like this. If it's not good, hey, leave a review… but if you want more… oh, I only have about 16 more chapters already written. Okay, thanks.

-Saphrin Pyrmet

Chapter 1: Martinique, 1677

Captain Jack Sparrow sat unnoticed in the Caribbean island of Martinique. It was funny after his escape, none were too keen on looking for him. And for now, his ship sat unnoticed in port and he sat in some bar, feeling on one wench, drinking a healthy bit of rum. Ah what a grand life he led.

"Ah ha! You lose again, Jonathan!"

He let go of the wench and his eyes focused on a silly little girl laughing at her companion. Oh, she would have looked much better without anything on, but he figured she was one of the towns owners, or something. He took another swig of the rum and listened closer.

"I tell you, Jonathan, this is a fun game." She set down the hand of cards next to her mug of ale.

"Yes, yes, Victoria, you've told me. You need to go home now, you're a bit too drunk."

Drunk? Sparrow grinned. He liked drunk women much more than sober; they protested so much less when he knew they wanted it. He twirled his hair with his free hand and watched the girl. She was a appealing little girl, young maybe, but had that ever mattered? She was fine indeed, from her perky, full breasts, down to her full hips. Oh he would have a good time in convincing her. She would be his next conquest.

"I'll just walk myself home, Le Mans." She tried to stand up, but stumbled back into Sparrow, who caught her with unnatural ease.

"Hello, love, had a bit much hmm?"

Her wide green eyes looked up at him and she felt instantly sober. "I…I…" She moved out of his grasp quickly.

Jonathan rushed forward. "Come, Victoria, I'll take you home."

"Yes… yes…"She turned back to look at him once more before they were out the door.

Jack grinned to himself. Oh yes, she would be so much fun to plunder.

***The Next Day***

Jonathan, the close friend of Victoria first saw Henri enter town. He did not like his proper attire, or his top hat. He knew this would be a bad influence, and Victoria would be the one to be affected by him.

" Ooh, look at him!" She grinned.

" Victoria, 'e will get you in trouble and remember last night. You could be ending up his arms, not that the other one was any better." Jonathan warned.

She laughed, "Oh… I was fine, Jonathan. You worry too much."

" He is not one of the normal buccaneers or pirates," he almost spit the word out of his mouth. He hated those damn pirates, and buccaneers. The whole lot of them were worthless. "You can't just parade around them, with everything to see for God's sake."

She frowned, " Jonathan, why are you so against him?" She turned to him and pouted.

"I don't trust men. I'm one of them." He muttered.

She smiled towards Jonathan. " Do not worry, I shall be fine."

He grabbed her arm before she go and parade off before him. "Victoria, he'll just steal you away and sell you into slavery over on other isles!"

She pulled her arm away from his grasp. " Do not protect me as if I am some child."
"You are not even eighteen yet!" He realized.

"Bah! Nadine was married at sixteen. Me thinks I'm a little late!" Victoria let out a hoot of laughter.

" Lady Victoria, no, I was sent to watch over you, and I will do so if I must carry ye out by ye hair."

She laughed, " You will do nothing of the sort, and I will go greet him." She paraded off to greet Henri, which at that moment he had caught her walking over to him. " Monsieur, " she said with a slight mixture of a French accent and English, " I welcome you to these isles. I am called Lady Victoria."

He smiled towards her, as he looked her over. Her sky blue gown, which had a square cut, was alluring to him. " Ah so you are one of the wenches to greet me?" He said, as his handsome face entrancing her.
" Of course not!" She gasped. " I have more class than that, are lovelier as they seem to tell me." She smiled cordially.

He laughed, " Excuse me then. Then you show me around these isles?"

" Of course, let me introduce-" as she pulled him over to Jonathan, "- Jonathan, another of our famous inhabitants. He is the governors son."

" Jonathan le Mans. A pleasure to meet you." Jonathan said with hardening eyes and stiff words.

" Monsieur Henri Chattel." He said as he shook hands with Jonathan.

" Well, let us be off with our tour of my isles then!" She smiled as she dragged the two along.

Jack had followed them around. It amused him; he had nothing else to do but lay low for awhile. The rest of his crew were sleeping off their hangovers on the planks of the Black Pearl. It was much too early for him to be out, but oh… he hadn't seen the sun in near months. The sun had blinded him and left him stumbling after the three. But after about ten minutes he got bored and went into a dark tavern. He shrugged and thought of his conquest. Oh well, he'd just have to finish it after one little sip of rum.