[A/N: Hey! Happy New Year! I got three reviews! I know it's not a lot but I feel so special!

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ping*pong: I'm going to get to Elizabeth! Also, I know I didn't explain it, but I had to take Anamaria out of the story or else there would be no point for her to dress up as a man, which is important to the story. I'm glad you liked it.

Thanks you guys! I loved getting the reviews! And now on to the story!]

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters. But they are on my computer background (lol).

Michelle looked to the east as the sun rose over the water, lighting up the waves in the water. It had been a week since she joined the crew and nothing eventful had happened. She let out a sigh. If she didn't fight anyone, how was she supposed to get better at fencing? Michelle glanced behind her to see if anyone was on deck. Spotting no one, she took out her sword and started practicing. She soon started adding a "Ha" whenever she lunged forward, as if she was stabbing at someone. She got so involved in her make believe she didn't hear the door open behind her. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around with her sword up. She was face to face with Jack, her sword pointed at his chest. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she said, dropping her sword onto the deck. He picked up the sword as said, "You shouldn't be practicing by yourself. How'll you get better?"

"I don't have anyone to practice with."

Jack suddenly got a shocked look on his face. "Just because I'm the captain doesn't mean that I'm a dog."

Michelle blushed. "Would you mind practicing with me Captain?"

"Well, you can't practice without a sword!" he said picking up her sword that she had dropped and handed it to her. They got into stance and started to fence. Jack was far more advanced than Michelle, but she soon got better and was blocking faster. "Now, we start moving."

"What!?" Michelle responded, but Jack had already started moving. Michelle looked down and moved her feet, only to look up and see Jack's sword pointed at her head. "No looking down," Jack ordered. "If you look down, you'll never look up again. Now, let's try that again." Jack moved to the right, and Michelle tried to walk in the opposite direction but tripped on her foot and fell to the ground with her legs all tangled up. She looked up and was met again by Jack's sword. "When walking to the side, cross one foot in front of the other. It'll prevent you from falling." He offered her a hand to help her up. When their fingers touched, Michelle felt a sure like electricity was flowing from Jack's fingers into her body. She stood up feeling very confused. She had never felt like that before. "Must be all the fighting," she told herself, though she was not totally convinced. They fought again, this time with Michelle moving her feet like Jack said. Suddenly, Michelle swooped down and had her sword pointing at Jack's throat. "Good work lad," Jack said as they both sheathed their swords. Michelle noticed Jack staring at something over her shoulder and turned around to see what he was staring at. It was a large ship with a British flag billowing in the wind. She turned back to Jack and asked, "What's so great about that ship?"

"Son, that-" he said pointing at the ship, "is going to be your first plunder."

She turned around and stared back at the ship. Her first time stealing from a ship! She heard Jack calling the men out and telling them to become ready to board a ship. They started changing the sails so that they could catch up faster. "Raise the colors!" ordered Jack. Someone pulled on the string that raised a black flag with a skull and two swords crossed behind it. Soon, they were right behind the merchant ship. Michelle looked on board and saw mostly everyone on there had white faces. A lot of them were women. Some men had swords in their hands prepared to fight when they boarded. Jack ordered for the sails to be adjusted so they were going at the same pace as the other ship. "Prepared to board!" yelled Jack. Michelle saw the men grabbing ropes. She spotted Will and asked him, "How are we supposed to board?" He smiled and handed her a rope. She didn't get it until everyone started to swing over to the other boat. Swing! She gulped and pushed off the Black Pearl. Michelle let out a gasp. She was flying through the air over the water! After what felt like more than the two seconds it actually was, she was on board the merchant vessel and was greeted by a man with a sword in his hand. They started fighting and Michelle started feeling a surge of energy. She lunged forward and stabbed the man in the side. "The ship is ours!" roared Jack. "Take whatever ye can get your hands on!" Leaving the man on the deck, Michelle went with the other men to search for riches on the boat. She opened one room, which turned out to be a woman's room. She opened the jewelry box and found more splendid jewels than she had ever seen. She took all of it without thinking. She proceeded to the other rooms pilfering valuables and bumping into other pirates looking for their fortune.

After all the men had stolen all they could carry, they returned to the Black Pearl. Once aboard, they divided the treasures evenly between the men. Because Michelle was a woman, she had a love for jewelry, and when she was able to pick her share skipped over the money, fancy scarves, and gold statues and went strait for the jewels. Once it was all divvied up, Jack went below deck, only to return with a barrel not unlike the ones Michelle had brought on board her first day. He opened up one to reveal its contents to be rum. The men took tankards and dipped them into the bucket and gulped down the brown liquid. Michelle, however, hesitated. She had been around drunken men and served them lots of times, but she had never been one of the drunken men. And sure she had rum before, but not in large amounts. Not wanting to look awkward, she took a tankard and dipped it into the rum. She took a sip and felt the warm liquid slide down her throat. It wasn't that bad, but she wasn't in a hurry to gulp the entire contents down in two seconds like the other men. She looked around and spotted Will who had already polished off two helpings and was on his third glass. She walked up to him and said, "You sure do like your rum," nodding at the rum.

"Well I only have this time to drink it. When we go to Port Royal, I won't be able to drink any."

"Why?" Michelle questioned. "All of the other men probably will."

"Aye, but they don't have wives to go home to."

"You're married?" After all the time she had spent with Will, he had never mentioned that he was married.

"To the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her name is Elizabeth." Will smiled at the thought of his love. "Her father is the governor of Port Royal. He thinks I'm a merchant, following the footsteps of my father." He chuckled. "I am following the footsteps of my father, but what my father-in-law doesn't know was that my father was a pirate."

"How much longer until we get to Port Royal?"

"Oh, it'll be in at least another month. Before we came to Tortuga, we were in Port Royal, and if I was gone for only a week, everyone would get suspicious." He took another swig of rum. Michelle looked down at her practically full tankard of rum. Not wanting to look different, she took a gulp of rum. Instantly, her head started spinning. She put her hand up to her head and started massaging her forehead. Fortunately Will didn't notice, he kept on talking about Elizabeth with a dazed look on his face and only stopping to take another drink of rum. After what seemed forever, the crew finally turned in. Michelle finished the last sip of her rum. While everyone had drunk at least ten glasses, she had only drunken one. Stepping over the now four empty barrels that once held rum, she made her way to her room and lay down on her bed. A couple of seconds later, Will stumbled into the room. Michelle pretended to be asleep as he made his way over to his bed and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

She tried to follow Will's lead, but thoughts from the day started seeping into her brain. She first thought of the man she had stabbed. Had she felt anything? She thought, and concluded that she hadn't felt anything. No sympathy at all. She also thought about the jewels and how the woman must feel. What if she had stolen the woman's wedding ring or the necklace that her now diseased mother gave her? She felt the lumps where the jewels were in her pockets. Instead of thinking of them as beautiful gems, she now thought they were colorful pockets of guilt, slowly eating away her conscience. She took a diamond earring out of her pocket and threw it at the wall. She lay down in her bed fuming, when a thought occurred to her. Why was she feeling guilty now? If she didn't feel it then, did that mean that she wasn't feeling guilty? Maybe it was the thought of not feeling anything that made her feel terrible. She brooded in the silence trying to make sense of all the emotions going through her. Finally, she decided that she was a pirate now, and even if she is feeling sympathetic for the people she loots, she can't let it stop her from doing what compelled her to become a pirate in the first place: make a decent amount of money for once in her life. She got down on her hands and knees and searched around for the diamond earring she had thrown earlier. After a couple of minutes blindly searching through the dark, she located it under her bed. She put the earring back into her pocket and went to bed.

[A/N: Hey. I really glad at how this chapter ended. I was thinking the ending was going to be a bore, but it turned out nicely. Review please!]