Disclaimer:

PHE: I don't own POTC. Hm, go figure, right? Anyways, I suppose I own Kendall... she prefers Ken, though.

Kendall: No, I don't!

PHE: Why not?

Kendall: Cos it's not proper.

Jack: *appears suddenly-he's good at that* since when did you care for propriety?

*Kendall shrugs*

PHE: *rolls eyes* I only own Kendall, okay?

Chapter Three

I followed Jack as he sauntered down to the docks, passing two lazy-looking guards on the way. Unfortunately, they weren't too lazy to not see us.

They ran in front of us and cut us off from the ship. I sighed and rolled my eyes, causing Jack to give me a Look before turning to the guards. "This dock is off limits to civilians." One of them commented, attempting to be important. I crossed my arms. "Okay, and...?"

The guards glared at me, and Jack gave me a little slap on the arm. I glared at Jack who gave me a look that clearly said "Stop it, you're being a brat!" I shrugged. Hey, maybe I am a brat at times. That's his problem, not mine.

"I'm terribly sorry." Jack said, gesturing towards me. I stuck my tongue out at him, like the oh-so-mature one I am, and then smiled innocently at the guards, who eyed each other warily before looking back at Jack. "If I see one," Jack continued, referring to civilians. "I shall inform you immediately." Jack made as to go to the boat again, but was foiled yet again by the Annoying Ones.

"Apparently there's some sort of high toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh?" I asked, peeved that we couldn't just go on with our own PRIVATE business. Jack eyed me curiously, wondering where this was going. "How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"

I looked over at Jack, whose eyes had just lit up in understanding as he figured out where I was heading. One of the guards spoke up nervously. "Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." He said, gripping his bayonet. Jack smiled. "It's a fine goal to be sure, but it seems to me that a..." he tried once again to get to the ship. "a ship like that..." He pointed off into the distance at a far off ship, docked somewhere else in the bay. "Makes this one a bit superfluous, really." I rolled my eyes. He ALWAYS had to use big words. Not only does it confuse the one he's trying to succumb to his ways, but he also confuses the hell out of me. And I've lived with him most of my life.

This thought led me into a world of other thoughts as Jack managed to get the other two into an argument.

I have only known Jack since I was seven. My brother, Will, was twelve. My father, Bill Turner, had went missing when my brother was five, a few months before I was born. When my mother died when I was six, Will looked after me. He was the only one who I had actually cared for me. Mother loved me as well, but she would often succumb to her grief, that she would often forget that her children were with her.

After about a month after Mother's death, Will was planning to get on a passage to the Caribbean, a place called Port Royal, which was where my father was last heard to of been. He planned to leave me behind with some family friends, but I wouldn't allow it, so he allowed me to come.

But then the ship we were on exploded in mid-voyage, thanks to the pirate ship that had attacked us. I was the only survivor. Me and the medallion that my mother had given me before she died. The one that she received from my father.

After that, Jack's crew found me, and the pirate captain kept me, and he raised me as his own. Now Jack is like my father, and he is the only family I have left. I went everywhere with him, and he never left me behind, for I had a fear of being killed or him dying. Which is what landed me in my current situation with Jack trying to commandeer a ship.

Yes, this was going to be a very interesting day. I could tell.

A/N: I apologize for the shortness and abruptness, but I gotta go to girlscouts, so I will update on this or my other stories tomorrow!!! (Wednesday) please R&R!!!!!