A/N Okay, so I wasn't going to continue with this. . .But I couldn't resist. My muse kicked me into action. This may or may not be the last chapter, depending on my reviews (and my bad tempered muse!!)

This is not meant to offend anyone, I have read some real good fics in this category! So please don't flame!!

Chapter Two – Not Another Sue.

Yes, hello, my name is Mary Sue, though I prefer to be called just Sue. (Of no relation to the former Sue, I'm sure). Nope, I'm. . .I'm. . .Mary Sue Turner. And I have a long lost brother called Will. We were separated at birth for some reason. Don't ask why, 'cause I'm not entirely sure, the author never told me.

I have had an ever so awful childhood, my mother is dead, and my father is swimming with the fishes. My father was a fantastic pirate who roomed the six seas in his amazing ship thing! Before he was killed. . .I want to be a pirate!

So that was my life right up 'til the point when I walked straight into my long lost brother. I mean fancy that, there I was just strolling around outside the blacksmith's in Port Royal, and who should walk out but Will.

I've never met him before, but I knew instantly that he was my brother, I don't know why it must be the amazing link that exists between us. And the first thing he told me was the story of Captain Jack Sparrow.

"And Captain Jack Sparrow arrived in Port Royal, saved Elizabeth (who incidentally is my sister-in-law!!), got caught, and thrown in jail. Elizabeth got kidnapped 'cause of her pretty necklace which she stole of me years ago, but I still loved her 'cause she was so pretty, so I helped Jack escape and together we went to save her. Fought nasty undead, cursed pirate things, slit our hands, broke curse, and lived happily ever after!"

"Oh what a beautiful fairy tale!" I exclaimed, in animation. I just knew Elizabeth and I were going to be friends, we were the same size which meant we could share clothes and the same sex which meant we could talk about boys!

Oh I haven't told you what I look like. Well, I have red, fiery hair (which is strange 'cause Will has brown!) blue topaz eyes (strictly topaz, no other gem!) and oh my mind's gone blank. . .oh well. . .I'm sure it will come back.

So anyway I moved into the Swann household, me a complete stranger and they let me move in! How kind. I was sitting down to dinner in my beautiful Gucci dress, and matching shoes when the servant barged into the room. I simply abhorred the customs at this unmannered house. Liz was positively kind to these creatures who were supposed to be serving us. I made a mental note to chide her on it later.

But the news the servant brought with her changed my mind completely.

She bobbed her head slightly. "Miss, there be a man at the door."

"Pray who is it, Fanny?" She asked.

Will made to get up, but she reached out and grabbed his hand.

"I'll go!"

"He asked for Mrs Turner. . ." Fanny began.

I glared at her. "I'll go." I repeated. I followed her from the neat dining room and out into the hall. Standing by the door was the most handsome looking man I had ever seen.

"I'm Mary Sue Turner." I said, holding out my hand.

He smiled. "Captain Jack Sparrow."

Even his name was music to my young ears. "What is your purpose here?" I asked.

"Are you some relation to Will?"

"I'm his long lost sister, silly." I laughed. "Fancy us not knowing about each other, and I merely chanced into Port Royal by the merest of whims. Now shall we?"

"Shall we. . ."

"Oh I should have thought that was obvious Captain Sparrow. You see I have always wanted to become a pirate, and I can't stand living with them. Don't get me wrong it's great to find I have a brother, but Liz, she's so annoying, always going on about shoes and boys!" I complained, grasping his arm.

"And. . ."

"I want to run away to the Black Pearl with you, and become a pirate."

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Please?" I asked, with my puppy dog eyes.

"Have you ever been on a ship before?" He asked.

I nodded. "Once."

"Good enough. Let's go." We started to walk off when he turned back. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to your brother?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I can't be bothered. . ." I tried to pull him along but he refused to move.

"But wait a second, you're a Mary Sue."

"And. . ." It was my turn to question.

"Well, Mary Sues are supposed to be clingy and emotionally deprived. You're supposed to be really hurt at leaving your brother. Sorry luv, you ain't the Sue I thought you were." And with a single pat on my shoulder he walked off leaving me at the gates to the Manor.

"Piss off then!" I shouted after him.

He turned back, looking confused. "Do Mary Sues swear?"

I retorted. "A Mary Sue can do anything!"