Disclaimer: I own only the plot and characters you don't recognize. Disney owns everyone else (although I soooo wish I could borrow Will and Jack indefinitely . . .).

A/N: I'm back! I never really left . . . but whatever. Anyway, I'm crazy enough to start another story a week before school starts. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

The sails were billowing, the crew was shouting, and the Black Pearl slipped majestically through the icy blue water. As it had been for the past seventeen years, the ship was captained by the one and only, Jack Sparrow. His crew was much the same as it had been when Bootstrap's son, Will, had helped defeat Barbosa and his evil crew. There was one difference, however . . .

This sixteen-year-old difference was currently standing at the bow of the Pearl, her arm tightly wrapped around a nearby rope. She was keeping a close lookout for other ships. The wind whipped at her face and hair and the ocean's spray cooled her tanned skin. She twisted around when she heard the first mate, Gibbs, call her name.

"Kelly! Jack wants t' see yeh, girl!"

She nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Gibbs," she replied, hopping down from her perch.

Kelly Sparrow carefully picked her path between the busily moving pirates and the inanimate things of the ship as she made her way to her father.

"Ye wanted t' see me, Jack?" she asked as she walked up the steps to where the infamous, weather-beaten pirate stood at the helm. She never addressed him as 'Father' or 'Dad'; both had agreed it might make the crew feel awkward.

"Ah, yes, Kelly, me dear, so glad Gibbs found yeh all right," Jack greeted jovially, tipping the wheel to the right a bit.

"I was in the same spot I'm always in," Kelly told him matter-of-factly, her speech mannerisms identical to her father's. "And yeh've got that tone in yer voice. What do ye want?"

"Oh, I'm 'urt! Why do ye always think I'm wantin' somethin' from yeh?"

"Because ye almost always do?" she replied.

He nodded after a moment of thinking it over.

"All right, I'll give yeh that," he conceded. "But now that yeh mention it . . ."

"I knew it!" Kelly exclaimed triumphantly, jabbing her finger at the pirate.

"Shush, girl. Two weeks ago was the seventeenth weddin' anniversary of two very close friends," Jack explained, twiddling the wheel. "As we were . . . busy with . . . things in Tortuga –"

"We were buryin' me mum," Kelly corrected with brutal honesty. Jack looked at her in surprise.

"Well, yeh're really torn up about it, aren't yeh?" he asked, still looking at her.

"Jack, you know as well as I that she was a whore and deserved the sword through the place where her 'eart should 'ave been that she got," Kelly told him a bit coldly.

"Well, she wasn't a totally terrible person," Jack said, grinning a bit at a memory Kelly wanted to know nothing about.

"Jack, she tried t' sell me t' the drunks at the bar in exchange for whiskey and rum!" Kelly retorted hotly, shocked, but really not so at her father's words.

"Well, at least it would 'ave been a good trade," Jack mumbled, shrugging.

"Jack!" Kelly cried, scandalized.

"All right, all right, well, as we were buryin' yer mum at the time of me friends' anniversary –" Jack began but was once again interrupted by his daughter.

"Jack, yeh're not good friends with these people because ye slept with the girl, are yeh?" Kelly asked suspiciously, knowing very well about her father's reputation and taste for women.

"Will you let me get through what I'm tryin' t' bloody say?!" Jack exclaimed furiously. Kelly held her hands up in a show of defeat. "And, no, I didn't bloody sleep with the girl!" The redheaded piratess grinned as Jack composed himself. "Now, if yeh'll let me continue . . ."

"Of cour –"

"Ah! That was a test," Jack cried, pointing at her accusingly. "Now, can I go on?"

He looked at Kelly for a few moments, during which Kelly wisely remained silent and stared at her feet, trying not to laugh.

"Thank you! Now, anyway, I missed their anniversary two weeks ago and every anniversary for the past five years, so I wanted t' make it up t' them. I'm givin' 'em each a few little trinkets I picked up here and there, and I even got their son a little somethin' as well, because I've missed his birthday for the past five years as well. We're headin' t' Port Royal now and, as I'm a 'wanted' criminal – as though commandeerin' a few ships every now and then is a serious crime – I can't go waltzin' into the city loaded down with gifts. I want you t' bring them their things. Savvy?"

Kelly grinned at the mention of 'a few little trinkets'. She knew as well as Jack that he had nicked most of them from other ports.

"All right," she replied, nodding. "But I'll need somethin' t' wear." She gestured to her outfit. It consisted of a long, flowing grey shirt, a loose-fitting white blouse, and a pair of black ankle boots. "I don't believe that this would be very acceptable in that stuffy city."

"Yes, I suppose yeh're right," Jack mumbled, looking over his daughter's clothes. He snapped his fingers. "I know. Go see Anamaria. She'll get you somethin' . . . 'acceptable' to wear."

Kelly nodded and turned to leave. Suddenly, she twisted around and grinned at her father. "'A few little trinkets'? Honestly, Jack . . ."

Jack ginned, his gold teeth glinting in the sun.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Pearl anchored in Port Royal Harbour in mid-afternoon. Kelly had gone to see Anna Maria, a black pirate and, apart from Kelly, the only woman on the ship. Kelly explained the situation to Anna Maria and she had obliged most wonderfully to Jack's request.

Jack's daughter was now clothed in a simple yet gorgeous blue silk gown that matched her hazel eyes brilliantly. Her reddish-gold hair was pinned up in a stylish twist. She wore low heels on her feet and looked the part of a perfect Englishwoman. Only those on the Pearl knew otherwise.

She was surprised to see that she wasn't the only difference on the ship. While Kelly and Anna Maria temporarily changed her personality, speech, manners, and look, the ship had gone under a rigorous alteration. The trademark black sails had been replaced with those of an English ship and everyone had dressed in English sailing clothes. Kelly had stood in shock for a full five minutes until Jack sauntered over in his trademark gait and pushed her in the direction of the lifeboats. Before she stepped into one, Jack handed her a large box.

"These two are for Mr. Turner," Jack told her, pointing at each of the gifts in turn before adjusting the still white wig he was wearing. "This is for Mrs. Turner and this one is for their son, Daniel."

"Got it, Jack," Kelly confirmed. She was startled to see Jack's face break out in a smile. "What?"

"Ye look lovely," he told her, replacing the cover to the box. "Nothin' like me daughter."

Kelly smiled in reply as she thought about his comment. Suddenly, her smile slid into a glare and she slapped Jack across the face before stepping into the lifeboat. Thirty minutes later, she planted her feet on solid ground. She asked for the Turners' address and, after being pointed in the right direction, she set off for the house of her father's old friends.

A/N: So what do you guys think? Is there any hope for this story whatsoever or should I stop it right now?