Title: Kindred Spirits of the Seas

Author: Talos-Veld

Summary: When Roselyn, or Rose, Commodore Norrington's rebellious and headstrong daughter decides that she wants to become a pirate, her father is very displeased with her decision. Encouraged by her best friend, Will Turner, she sneaks aboard a ship she thought was heading for London. She ends up in Tortuga, and meets up with her childhood hero: Captain Jack Sparrow. She was told of Jack's exploits on the high seas from both her father and Will. But when her father catches up with her, Rose will have to choose between the life she loves and her twin spirit or her responsibility to her family.

Timeframe: 2 years after POTC

Rating: PG for slight swearing on Jack's part

Author's Note: WARNING!!!! This is NOT an OC/Jack fic!!!! For any of you who might have though that this was an OC/Jack fic, and then you are WRONG! I hate those kind of fics…*grumbles*

And just a more personalized opinion from me: *clears throat* I HATE JACK/WILL SLASH FICS AND I THINK THEY NEED TO BE BURNED IN THE FIERY DEPTHS OF HELL!!! *finishes rant about Jack/Will slash fics and smiles innocently* Now then, where were we? Ah yes, disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the original POTC characters, such as Will, Jack, Elizabeth, Barbossa, Norrington (NORRINTONO!!!! *cackles evilly and grins at Jess and Dana*), Gov. Swann, and any others I neglected to mention in the above list. I do own Rose, as well as some other characters that will be introduced at a later date if you guys like this story enough for me to continue.

Key:

"Talking"

{Thinking}

'Whispering'

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Chapter 1: Hope for Tomorrow

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Roselyn Norrington sat in the dark smithy, watching William Turner hammer away at a hunk of metal that was soon to be a sword. Her blue-black eyes flashed in the darkness of the room as she sighed.

"Will, why does my father have to be so overprotective???" she asked the young blacksmith, turning a small dagger that he had made for her over in her hand.

"Well, he loves you, that's why," he replied, brown eyes never leaving the piece of metal that was beginning to take the form of a sword in front of him. Will was 4 years her senior, but he had been her best friend since he came to Port Royal. He always treated her like a person, and not as if she was, "just a woman," as some of the local men put it. He was like her older brother, always protecting her and offering his help whenever she needed it.

Will stopped hammering and stuck the strip of metal into the forge-fires.

"All he wants to do is protect you. He only does it because he loves you and doesn't want you to get hurt." After a few moments, the smith pulled the metal out of the forge and began hammering again. "He's doing it out of pure love."

"Well, he needs to back off a little. His love is strangling me. I need to get out of Port Royal. I need to be on the ocean…" Her eyes faded a little, and Will put the sword he was working on up to cool. He then knelt beside her, taking her hands in his.

"Rose, does it call to you? Do you feel drawn to it?" Dark blue eyes locked with brown, and Rose nodded ever so slightly. "Then go to it…you can't avoid the pull of the ocean. It's…intoxicating. And if you deny that you belong to it, your life will be empty, meaningless."

She watched him for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you," she whispered to him. She pulled away. "Once again, you've been the perfect friend." She smiled and hugged him once more as he stood, then headed for the door of the smithy. When she opened it, she turned back. "Thanks again, Will. You've always been there for me."

He grinned at her. "What did you expect? You're like the little sister I never had." He waved to her as she disappeared out the door.

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Rose shoved some different pairs of breeches and shirts into a bag and slung it over her shoulder. She opened the door and slipped outside, tiptoeing down the hall towards the front door. She opened the door and was about to shut it quietly behind her when a voice made her jump.

"Mistress Roselyn?" asked a deep male voice from behind her. Rose turned and put a hand to her heart, taking a deep breath.

"Jonathan…what on earth are you doing here at this hour???" she asked, picking up her bag quickly and slinging it back over her shoulder.

"It's only 10 o'clock, mistress." The young man bowed to her.

"Yes, so what are you doing up, go back to bed!"

"Yes ma'am! Right away ma'am!" The man bowed hurriedly and disappeared into the house. Rose took a deep breath and started down the road to the docks.

{Hopefully he won't tell anyone that he saw me,} she thought desperately. {Otherwise I'm in a lot of trouble.}

She stopped by Will's smithy one last time. She slipped into the forge and shut the door silently behind her.

The cold metal of a knife-blade pressed against her neck.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." Rose laughed.

"Will, get off. It's just me." The knife-blade disappeared and Will's voice echoed from the dark.

"Sorry Rose. I didn't know it was you," he apologized, tying back his long brown hair. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to say goodbye before I leave. I'm catching a ship to London." She smiled at him.

"That's great, Rose!" He picked her up in a hug. She laughed.

"Put me down! You're treating me like a child!" Will put her down.

"I'm so happy for you, Rose, I really am." He smiled brightly at her.

"I'll miss you, Will," she whispered, hugging him tightly.

"I'll miss you too, Rose." He pulled away from her after a moment. "Here, I want you to have this." He grabbed an elaborately made sword: pure gold lined the leather wrapped around the handle, and a small sapphire was embedded in the base of the blade, close to the handle.

"Will, it's beautiful." Rose held it delicately in her hands, turning it over to examine it.

"That was the first sword I ever made. It's flawless." He smiled at her. "And perfect for you."

"That's sweet, Will, but I can't take this."

"And why not?"

"Because it's the first you ever made."

"But I want you to have it."

Rose looked up at him, eyes flashing dangerously. "Will, I can't take it."

"Rose," he said firmly, sheathing the sword in a leather case and strapping it to her waist. "I made this sword for you."

She sighed reluctantly. "Fine, I'll take it, but I still protest."

"I know. Now you better get going—" He was interrupted by someone coming down the stairs that led up to his home above the smithy.

"Will? What's going on? Who's there???" asked a young woman.

"It's just Rose, Elizabeth. She's come to say goodbye before she leaves for London."

Elizabeth came over to Rose and embraced her. "Congratulations Rose!" She smiled at her friend. "You're father doesn't know about this, I'm assuming?"

"Of course not. If he did, you'd hear me being dragged down to the docks kicking and screaming." She grinned.

"Well, you better get going Rose, or you won't catch a boat. And if you see Jack Sparrow, tell him we said hello."

"I promise." She grinned and waved goodbye while halfway down the road.

"She'll be okay, Will. Don't worry." Elizabeth put an arm around her husband's waist.

"I'm not worried; she'll be fine." He smiled as he watched Rose disappear down he road.

{Good luck Rose, and be careful,} he thought wistfully. {And come back soon.}

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Next Chapter: Tortuga

So, what did you guys think??? Good enough to continue??? Review if you liked it, go away if you didn't. Flaming is unwelcome and if you DO flame me, then I'll track you down and do evil things to you. *plots the demise of flamers* Constructive criticism is welcome, though, but if I think it's a "flame", I WILL delete it.

Keep in mind that this is my first POTC fic, and first attempt at writing a story based on an Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp movie. I tried to keep the original characters as IC as I possible could.

So, for all of you cool people, review. For all of you people who need to learn how to be nice, get lost.

"Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"

Talos_Veld