Pirates of the Caribbean: Legend of the Moon Phoenix
Chapter One: A Girl So Strange


Per usual, all the sounds that were actually reaching Alexander's ears were the waves crashing against the shore and the sound of the seagulls cawing around him. The quiet noises soothed him greatly. But, Alexander's quiet morning was quickly interrupted by a loud, slurred voice echoing from further down the beach.

"You bloody, flesh eatin' bastards!! Ye smell a littl' bit o' blood in the water and' ye work yer selves inta a huge frenzy!"

From what Alexander could make out, a young boy (most likely in his early teens due to the fact that he had a short, small frame) was facing the sea, shouting at the local sharks. Stopping the shouting match with the sharks, he turned and began walking toward Alexander, staggering as if he was drunk. He was wearing a pair of black boots, brown breeches, and a dark blue shirt with a brown vest over it. A black overcoat, that was clearly two sizes too big for the boy, was draped over his shoulders and in the hand that wasn't clutching his side was a black, tri-corner hat. Long black hair was falling out of a ponytail and the random trinkets that were woven into the tresses were glittering in the early morning sun.

"HEY!" Alexander yelled, making his presence known as he ran toward the stranger. The stranger looked up and took a few steps back as Alexander got closer. "You all right?"

It was then that Alexander realized, as he finally saw the stranger's face and was stunned by the blue-green color of their eyes, that this person was not a young boy like he had originally perceived. It was, in fact, a very petite...

...Woman?

"Er... 'ello." The woman was no more that 5'5", a full eight inches shy of Alexander's 6'1". Alexander looked down at her, clearly perplexed.

"Are you all right?" Alexander asked again, concerned about the serious wound on her side.

"Er... you wouldn't be an officer, would ye?" Alexander blinked at the comment, then chuckled in an amused manor.

"That would be highly unlikely." He stated, his eyes twinkling with amusement. The woman sighed in relief. "Now... are you all right Miss...?"

"It's Emaline. Ye can call me Ema. An' yes, I'm all right. I'm a tough girl... it's only a scratch." Alexander arched and eyebrow in disbelief.

"Miss Ema, I highly doubt that. I can see that you are seriously injured." He said, indicating to the blood seeping through her fingers. Emaline growled.

"I'm tellin' ye, I'm FINE!" Alexander sighed. "Now, can ye tell me where I ended up?"

"This is Port Royale." Emaline smiled, her eyes lighting up.

"Most excellent! Do ye know of the Turners?" Alexander's eyes widened in surprise.

"The... Turners?" Emaline nodded eagerly.

"Yep. Me Da said if I ended up on land to make me way to Port Royale and ta go an' find the Tur–" a sudden stab of pain made Emaline hiss.

"Miss Ema?" Alexander did not receive a response as Emaline's eyes rolled back in her head and she fell forwards. Alexander quickly caught her in his arms.

It was then he noticed a "P" burned into the underside of her wrist.

The mark of a formerly caught pirate.

"Bloody hell..." slipping one arm under her knees, the other behind her neck, Alexander carried her up the beach, stopping once only to get his boots, and then continued to the house he shared with his parents.


Alexander found himself at his front door, contemplating on how to actually get in the house without having to put Emaline down. He kicked the door, making a loud booming noise echo through the house. He did not have to wait long, for after a couple minutes the door opened to reveal Elizabeth Turner with a frown on her face.

"Alexander Turner, where in heaven's name–" Elizabeth's sentence was cut short when she noticed Emaline in her son's arms. "Alex? What is this!?"

"I found her on the beach, injured. Her name is Emaline... I think she was looking for us." Elizabeth gently fingered the trinkets woven in Emaline's hair.

"She does seems oddly familiar..." she stated in a soft voice. Snapping out of her daze, Elizabeth sighed. "Well then, quickly bring her inside. I will call a doctor and you should bring her into the spare room. Get the staff's attention... I do not know where anyone is right now... and leave her to them. They will make her comfortable while you go and get your father. I have something very important to discuss with him."


The first thing Emaline realized, when she regained consciousness, was that she had a splitting headache. At first she just assumed she had passed out after a night of drinking, when she realized that she did not feel the soothing rock of the boat under her bed. Then, she realized that she was not actually in her bed. A slight panic rose up in her, but then she remembered what had happened in the last few days and had to choke back a sob.

While trying to assess the situation, the low murmur of voices reached Emaline's ears.

"...but I am not sure what we should do, Will. She's only a child!"

"I know... we are not going to hand her over to the authorities, that is for sure. She's too young to go to the gallows... but that bloody "P" on her wrist will prove some difficulty." Emaline heard a sigh. "How are we going to hide that from the world?"

"Well... I'll tell ye... it's pretty bloody hard..." Emaline heard her own groggy voice say. She opened her eyes just in time to see two people move closer to her. Yawning slightly, she smiled. "Ello."

"Ah... so you are awake." Will said, smiling.

"Obviously." Emaline said, sitting up and ignoring the dull pain in her side.

"Oh, Emaline, you should not sit up! You will aggravate your wounds." Elizabeth said in a motherly tone.

"I'll be fine..." her eyes narrowed. "An', how do ye know me name anyhow?"

"My son, Alex, is the one you met on the beach. He brought you to our home when you passed out. He told us what he knew... which was just your name." Elizabeth explained. Emaline nodded in recognition.

"Ah... so that's his name." Emaline grumbled. "Well, the boy's not too good at listenin'. I thought I asked him to take me to the Turners." Will smiled.

"I think you passed out before the conversation got that far, but he did end up doing just that." Emaline's eyes widened.

"You mean... you two are Elizabeth and Will?" The pair just nodded. "Most excellent! I didn't think it would've been so bloody easy!"

"Why were you looking for us Emaline?" Will asked.

"Just call me 'Ema'. And I was looking for you cause me Da told me to. Ye see, our ship went down to Davy Jones Locker almost two nights ago and... me Da said that if we were eva ta get separated that I was ta go to Port Royale and find the Turners. He said they'd take care of me till he was able to find me again." Elizabeth and Will exchanged a look.

"Ema... may I ask... what is your full name and title?" Emaline rolled her eyes at Will's request.

"Alright, I'll tell ye. It'll probably make more sense ifin I tell ye who I am exactly." Emaline took a deep breath. "Me name's Emaline Jasmine Sparrow, daughter of Jack Sparrow and crew member of the Black Pearl."


"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please sir."


DUN DUN DUN!!! The almighty revelation, isn't it? Some people are probably going...

"Egad! How could she sink the Black Pearl!?"

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