Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean

Salutations once more. And welcome once more to the story of Jezebel Walker. Ayep, things are going pretty damn slow. I'm really tired. And I've gotten little reviews, but I'm not for complaining. Because I'm determined to finish a fanfic! [It's never happened before..] Please do not be alarmed if I try to change the writing style a bit. I'm just experimenting, yeh know.

Respectfully,

Lip Balm

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The night reminded her of the ocean. Sandria wandered along the cobblestone alleyways, peering over her shoulder every few moments to see if anyone was following her. Her mother had sent her out to fetch some bread from the bakery since the maids had all caught the flu and the butler was busy attending to their houseguests. Hearing a twig snap from quite a distance behind her, Sandria quickly turned around and saw a small shadow leaping behind a brick wall.

Startled, she began to run as fast as her little feet and short legs would allow her to. After running quite a distance, she turned a sharp corner towards the bakery and stood at the wall, awaiting whoever was following her.

Sandria sucked in a huge breath and balled her little fist and sacked it into the stranger's stomach as the mysterious shadow turned the same corner. She then grabbed a handful of sand and thrust it into the stranger's eyes, kicking him/she/it in various places.

"OOF. Are ye crazy?!"

"Who are you?" Sandria asked quietly, dropping the remaining sand left from her hand and onto the cobblestone road.

"Eh? Eh? I can't see. I have sand in me eyes."

"Are you saying that you can't hear because you can't see?" Sandria exclaimed, folding her arms in exasperation. "I said, who are you?"

"I'm Jack Sparrow, now did you have to go on attackin' me like a hellcat?"

Sandria lowered her eyes, there was a sudden guilt stricken feeling rising from the pit of her stomach. She should have waited to see who it was before attacking him in such a way.

"So then why were you following me?"

"I was hungry, I only wanted to nick some pieces of bread off your hands," Jack sputtered.

Sandria stared at Jack, who, to her disbelief, was not hurt at all but only had traces of amber sand scattered like islands across the ridge of his nose and around his eyes. He looked only a bit older than herself, and was the same height as her. Jack wore a large beige shirt made of something that looked a bit like sack cloth and a pair of gray trousers. His hair was black and shoulder length, and in good need of some combing.

"So where are ye goin'?" Jack asked, wiping the excess sand from his eyes.

Sandria ignored the question and stopped in front of a dark green door with a rusty looking sign that stood hanging above it. Benson's Bakery. She entered through the door and heard a familiar ring as a round, plump looking man stuck his head out of a curtained entrance.

"Miss. Sandria," said the baker, wiping flour off his face. "Come to here at such a late hour?"

"Good evening, Mr. Benson. My mother wishes you a hello and that your day...night...evening… may go well," Sandria struggled to remember the proper words to use when greeting someone. "She would like to inquire as to whether or not you have a few loaves of bread that I may purchase."

Benson nodded jovially, his eyes cheery as he stood on top of his toes to reach a loaf of bread on top of a counter. He turned around subtly with a wink and said, "Who's your lad mate there, Miss. Sandria?"

Sandria turned around and saw Jack leaning against the Bakery wall, eyeing a berry tartlet that was set out to cool on the window sill. A playful smile tugged at the end of his lips as he walked towards the sill, arms stretched out towards the delicious looking pastry.

"Here you are, Miss. Sandria. Wish your mother the greatest of luck," Benson said as he bagged a couple of loaves of bread and handed the package to her.

"Mr. Benson, could I have that tartlet cooling on the windowsill?" Sandria asked quickly, eyeing Jack with watchful eyes. She took out a velvet purse and fished out a few coins. Setting the coins down on the counter, she picked up the still warm tartlet from the windowsill before Jack could have stolen it, jumped out of the window and left with a quick head start.

"O' course, Miss. Sandria," Benson said gently, picking up the coins from the counter. Before Sandria and Jack could hear what he was saying, they hurried out of the door, leaving the ringing bell behind them.

Sandria walked onto the cobblestone road once more, carefully wrapping her arms around the loaves of bread and the tartlet that was steaming in the cold air.

"So, Sandy…" Jack said, tucking strand of hair behind his ears. "How about you share a bite, eh?"

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Jezebel Walker opened her eyes with a start, she was having a peaceful, dreamless sleep and something incredibly loud and deafening was roaring inside her ears. Turning her head she looked straight into the face of Jack Sparrow, who was snoring like a roll of thunder. She then remembered that they were locked inside the same prison cell and had fallen asleep after a night of rum.

That's when the hang over kicked in. Sighing, she rubbed her temples and looked over at the puddle of vomit that was in the far corner. Never had she thrown up after some rum. She could hold her liquor better than anyone she knew.

Jezebel began to slap her own forehead, trying to rid of the headache that was splitting her skull down the middle. Realizing that it was doing no good, she reached over to Jack and slapped him hard across the face. The noise stopped abruptly. There, that made her headache feel much better.

"Not sure I deserved that," he muttered, wiping pieces of straw from his cheek. "Walker?"

"Nay," Jezebel said, rolling her eyes. "I be the Captain of the Black Pearl."

"Well that's funny, I'm the Captain of the Black Pearl," Jack said with a smirk and a triumphant swell of his chest.

"O' shut it already," Jezebel said in annoyed tone. "'Ow are we goin' to get out o' here?"

"All in good time, Captain Walker," Jack said, glancing out of the barred windows in time to see William Turner bend a swift corner. "All in good times, Captain Walker."

"So ye've heard of me, eh?" Jezebel said. "'Ow's that?"

"Aye, I've known your name for some time, Walker. Captain of The Dominator, eh? I hear yer ship be rotting at the bottom of the ocean. Captured by some savages, pity."

"Don't remind me, Sparrow." Jezebel spat. "I get tired of listening to my mistakes repeated again and again."

Jezebel reached into her pocket and took out her last pickle, chewing on the end thoughtfully. How in the hell were they going to get out of there? The bars were firmly planted onto the ground and the walls were made of sturdy wood. She had no effects, he had no effects.

"So, Walker…" Jack said interrupting her thoughts and tucking strand of hair behind his ears. "How about you share a bite, eh?"

Jezebel widened her eyes as a familiar thought clicked inside her mind. Smiling in mock, she threw the pickle onto his chest harshly and lunged towards him, eyes clouded with anger that she had not experienced since her ship had been stolen from her hands.

"JACK SPARROW, YOU BAST-"

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