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Chapter One
A New Arrival at Port Royale

It had always been hard growing up under the watchful eyes of my father. He had an overprotective personality and he basked in the enjoyment of telling me children were better seen and not heard. It only seemed to get harder the older I became when I, as all women, began to notice men. The men in London, especially, and father worried terribly I wouldn't stick with any potential husband, so he sent me to the Caribbean Islands to stay with cousins. William Turner (he was never fond of fancy manners as Father was) had married into a rather well-to-do family, the Swans, and Father saw fit to let his wife Elizabeth teach me some restraint. It was only weeks after he decided this that I found myself standing on the doorstep of their large home, my luggage piled off to my right and my dress billowing slowly in the soft wind as I waited for someone to open the door. No one had warned me of the Caribbean heat and the corset that had been tightened about my torso was beginning to make me sweat and making it hard to breathe while the fan I had brought with me just wasn't doing the job I needed it to. The butler finally opened the door and ushered me inside to the cool interior as he took my bags.
"Master William won't be home until tonight, I'm afraid," he explained. I sighed; yet another afternoon alone. It was beginning to become something I was getting very used to. "But Governor Swan has arranged for you a carriage through Port Royale. The island is very beautiful this time of the year and he would hate for you not to take advantage of the wonderful day."
Wonderful day? It was horribly hot and sticky outside. I don't believe I could ever get used to the weather; London was always so cool and drizzly while Port Royale remained hot and dry. How William ever survived was beyond me, but I had to learn to deal. I would be here a long time. "OK," I agreed, fanning myself more feverishly. "Sounds wonderful."
The butler set my bags down out of the way then led me through the house to the stable out back. A carriage was waiting for me as he'd said, two beautiful stallions hitched to the front and there was a rather handsome man holding the carriage door open. I smiled at him as he helped me inside, but I didn't get much of a smile back so I gave up and settled myself against the hot seats, continuing to fan away the heat of the day. The driver took me from the grounds of the estate to the main road near the port. All the time he never talked, but it didn't much bother me; I found myself unexpectedly fascinated by the hustle and bustle of the natives, along with a few characters I couldn't imagine associating with on any occasion.
"Pirates, m'lady," the driver said, startling me from my reverie.
"Excuse me?"
"The lot of these are generally pirates," he repeated. "Although no one really likes to admit it, but as long as they pay docking fee and don't cause any trouble then the commodore can't touch them, thanks to Jack Sparrow."
The name struck me as familiar and I suddenly remembered William writing to us about an incident a few years ago involving a certain Captain Jack Sparrow, a pirate of the Caribbean seas and a rather unlikely hero, if I recall correctly. The fact that William was friends with a pirate intrigued me and I found myself wanting to know more about his Jack Sparrow, despite the fact his line of work was illegal. "Is he in port?" I asked, looking out the side window in hopes of catching something interesting.
"Rumour has it the old pirate is due in soon but no one's seen the Black Pearl in months. They say he's gone back to the Isla de Muerta to reclaim all that treasure but Master William stays quiet about it all."
Treasure. Pirates. My curiosity was definitely piqued, and I wanted desperately to meet Captain Jack Sparrow. "Take me back to the estate, please," I said, leaning back once more and fanning at my hot face. "I need out of the sun."
"Yes Miss Turner."

Later that evening William finally came home bringing with him a warmth the house lacked when no one but yourself sat reading in the parlor.
"Oh Jocelyn, you've arrived!"
The sound of his voice breaking the deep silence made me throw my book aside and rush to meet him at the front door. "Oh William! It's so good to see you again!"
As he did when we were children he picked me up with his strong blacksmith arms and swung me around until my stomach was in my throat it seemed, and then the two of us laughed as we stumbled away from each other.
"So how are things in London these days?" he asked, linking arms with me and leading me back into the parlor. "I hear from your father you've been exercising a lot of freedom lately."- he laughed, and so did I, knowing exactly what he meant. "Uncle Turner never liked the sound of freedom, did he?"
"No," I sighed, recent arguments between me and my father replaying in my head. "And I don't see how sending me away will help. You're just like me, William, and Father knows this. How does he know you won't influence me more?"
He took a seat, removing his wide-brimmed hat, pinned on one side, and placing it on an end table near him. "Ah well, can you imagine him sending you off with that old bat Anita in Wales?"
Just imagining her robust figure trying to teach me how to be classy amused me and I couldn't help but giggle. Auntie Anita (as most of the family had come to call her) hadn't left her home in over ten years, and the last time I heard she hadn't left her bed in over three. William crossed one leg over the other has his eyes studied me and he smiled.
"A fine young lady you've become, Jocelyn."- he stifled a laugh. "If only we could put a damper on that boy-chasing, free spirit of yours. Which reminds me..." he trailed off. Jumping from his chair and pulling me from mine he led me upstairs by the hand. "Damper that spirit as best you can for tonight; I'm having a dinner party for Elizabeth's birthday and I'm having some important guests. Commodore Norrington and Governor Swan will be here and I don't need anything going wrong."
And once again I was being told children should be seen and not heard, so I decided to push him for information before I was to cease all forms of communication by way of voice. "What do you know of Jack Sparrow?"
William stopped short of my temporary bedroom and looked over his shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow. "Other than the fact he saved my life three years ago, as well as Elizabeth's, not much."- he turned to look at me straight and despite his stern expression I refused to look away. I wanted to know. "Why do you ask?"
I crossed my arms and looked straight back at him. "Because I'm curious. Will you tell me or not?"
With a heavy sigh William opened my bedroom door. Cupping my elbow he moved me inside then hurried to the closet. "Elizabeth insists you wear one of her dresses this evening to allow yours to air out the wrinkles."
"William."
Turning to look at me he sighed once more. "All right, though it's not much. Actually, not much is known about him to anyone, to tell you the truth. You've heard the story of the curse? Well, after Jack got the Pearl back he sort of disappeared, along with all his eccentricities. Last anyone saw of ol' Jack was a few months ago when he came claiming he was just visiting us. He has no real roots, he's not one for any sort of commitment, and so you see he's not one to get involved with."
But William's plan backfired on him. His lack of information only intrigued me more and I wanted desperately to meet this pirate. "So when's this dinner?" I asked, no longer wanting to press the issue. William looked at me a long moment before heading for the door, leaving the dress on the bed. He paused and glanced at me. "Around seven," he said at length. "And remember, none of your sarcastic comments tonight." -he paused again and smiled. "I'll send maids to help you dress."
And with that he left.

Dinner was boring, as most of those dinners go, and by the time everyone departed I was yawning and silently begging to die. I kept my word, despite the constant need to comment on the Governor's awful wig, and after wishing them all goodnight I escaped into the black evening for a long walk with my thoughts. Captain Jack Sparrow...mystery man of my head and I hadn't even met him nor would I ever meet him, knowing my luck. I wanted more than anything for a little adventure, and if Jack was nearly as handsome as I was beginning to imagine him...
It wasn't long before I came to my senses and realized I was nowhere near the estate anymore; the dank smell of mud flooded my nose and looking left I saw a deep alleyway.
"Now what's a fine lady like y'self doin' out this late?"
From the shadows emerged a large man, standing at a good six feet, and his grungy arms were crossed over his muscular chest.
"Just walking."- I sounded more sure of myself than I really was, and wished I had never ventured out in the first place. So I glanced around for anything to defend myself with but found nothing to match what I guessed to be his strength. "As a matter of fact I was just heading home. Goodnight."
I started to walk away which seemed to make the ol' brute angry. He grabbed me by the arm and roughly thrust me up against the cold stone of the nearest building. I didn't scream, but instead attempted to take it in stride. Perhaps he'd get bored with an unriled girl.
"You don't walk away from me missy. I don't take too kindly to it."
I began to squirm against his grasp, the fear finally erasing my thoughts of him going away and chalking in new ones: he'll have his way and leave you for dead like that Jack the Ripper in White Chapel. I'd heard stories about those poor women and wouldn't put their fate past my own. The man holding me fast breathed deep then smiled a toothy grin before leaning in and licking my neck. A sickening chill ran down my spine, making me squirm more and his smile only broadened.
"Just you'n'me poppet," he sneered. The lust in his ink black eyes frightened me to the very bone and right as he grabbed the front of my dress I knew it was all over.
"I wouldn't be doin that mate."
My savior! I looked around my attacker at a lanky man, no taller than the brute, but definitely better looking all around. However, from the looks of things he appeared drunk; his arms moved here and there in front of him and he swayed a bit. Well, at least he postponed my upcoming death by a few minutes.
"Oh yeah? And who might you be?"
The man took a few long strides up to him and shoved his face close to the brute's, his index finger outstretched and poking at his chest. "Someone you wish you'd never met. Now back off before ye get 'urt."
The brute laughed heartily, throwing his head back and enjoying a joke I didn't quite get. The lanky man looked at me from under his dark eyebrows and winked before quickly striking the brute's throat, sending him to the ground coughing and gurgling.
"Oh I'm sorry," he gushed, falling to his knees beside him; he poked his eyes, stomach and throat, all the while apologizing, and I couldn't help but laugh a little. Finally annoyed, the brute scrambled up from his spot on the ground and stumbled away, giving both of us a look from under his furrowed eyebrows, and I watched him with tears stinging the backs of my eyes; I could've held them back if it hadn't have been for my knight in shining armour suddenly appearing in front of me and I (to my horror at the time) began to cry. It was more fear than anything and the shaking realization that things could've turned out differently. He stepped back from me, appearing a bit uncomfortable at first and I forced a laugh, wiping beneath my eyes.
"Sorry," I murmured and as I looked up I was greeted with a dirty handkerchief. I hesitated a moment, sniffing as we studied each other, and he pushed it toward me. I finally took it from his grasp and dabbed at my wet cheeks, unaware that the dirt was smudging across my skin. "How can I thank you?"
He slid next to me, snaking an arm around my shoulders as a smirk curled up his lips, making my stomach flutter. I wanted more than anything to get lost in his eyes and forget the entire day had even happened. "Well, I 'ave a proposition for ye," he started, plucking the handkerchief from my hands then thrusting his arms out toward the dark horizon. "What say ye to a night out tomorrow, my treat, and I show you Port Royale from a different view. You bring y'self, and I bring the rum."
He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to my ear and, with his voice low and husky, he said, "Savvy?"
The warm breath tickled my ear and a new feeling began to settle in the pit of my stomach. "I guess I owe you that much," I managed in a hoarse whisper. "But I have to know your name first, hero."
"'ero?"- he swayed away from me and narrowed one eye as if in thought but the smirk soon returned. "Captain Jack Sparrow."- he paused to bow and my heart nearly stopped. Jack Sparrow! He reached to scoop up my hand in his own. "And you are...luv?"
And for two seconds, with him holding my hand in his calloused palm, I forgot my name. He was causing all sorts of flutters throughout my entire body and forming comprehensive thought proved to be quite the task. "J-Jocelyn. My name's Jocelyn Turner."
"Well, Jocelyn Turner, until tomorrow."
He kissed my fingers, his mustache tickling my skin, and I had to stifle a giggle. "Until tomorrow," I said quietly as he walked away, the swagger in his step a little worse than before and humming a tune to himself, muttering every so often. I sighed, the events of the night soon fading from my mind as I began to walk, visions of Jack Sparrow playing through my head as I meandered back to the estate.