Disclaimer—I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, like Jack. sigh He will come in Chapter 2 though!

Chapter 1

I pulled my knees up to my chest, squeezing them tight. A cold breeze wafted over my body. I shivered. It was quite cold and I had nothing but my pair of trousers, loose-fitting blouse, a pair of boots, and a sword and pistol secured tightly at my wait by my belt.

I stood up and look out at the sea from the deck I had been sitting on. It was a foggy morning. There was only one ship in the harbor, the Tortured Seal, captained by Herald Hemms. I had recently had an encounter with him, which left me without a ship. It had been called the Fire Storm. Now it stood at the bottom of the ocean.

My little row-boat I had used to get here (Port Royal) was tied with a flimsy rope to the pole on the dock. I sighed and decided to make my way to the local tavern. I know it was a bad move, considering that Hemms and his crew were here and more than likely to be sitting in the only pub in town enjoying a couple of good bottles of rum.

One thing I figured out from just walking there was that this town was a ghost-town. I had heard the tale about Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, and Elizabeth Swan and Port Rayol had seemed nice and full of people. Now, there was nobody there. Not one single person in sight. Maybe the pirate attack had scared people away and they never wanted to come back, afraid thatit would happen again. Pity. It was a nice looking town.

On entering the tavern, I saw it was quite dank and dirty with only a few men in the corner. No Hemms in sight. Good, I thought to myself.

I walked up to the bartender. I had to clear my throat to get his attention. He looked at me and smiled, like a big adult smiles at a baby. I'm not exactly a baby either. I'm 18.

"Now, what will you be wanting?" he said with that cheesy grin on his stupid, round face.

I glanced around again and said, "Have you happened to see a man with a beard, but he's tall and he's got a big hat?"

He frowned and thought for nearly a minute and said, "No, I don't believe I have..."

I sighed, obvious content shone on my face. As long as Captain Hemms wasn't in this pub, I guess I could enjoy myself and have something to drink. Rum sounded good and I had a long journey to get here.

I dug deep into my pockets. The friendly bartender turned back to face the lonely man on a stool to continue a conversation he had obviously been having before I interrupted.

I cleared my throat, yet again. The man turned back to me. I simply smiled.

"I would like—,"

"Christina Lynda Jones!" said an, oddly and disturbingly familiar, voice from behind me.

I cringed and slowly turned to come face to face with the last face I wanted to see right now, Herald Hemms.

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