YAY! A big THANK YOU to Clueless-Patty, my first reviewer! Your words mean a hell of a lot to me! Thank you again.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, dammit! *breaks down in tears* oh, except Anouk. *sniff*

Chapter 3: Funny sort of pirate…isn't he?

"Listen lady, I dun' care wot yer damn excuse is, yer can't jus sit on the docks fer no reason! Now get outta me way! You're blockin' the path", a fat man wearing a torn singlet and emitting a terrible odour growled and moved towards Anouk with arm outstretched.

But she wasn't about to give up without a fight.

"I'm not blocking ANYONE'S way, mister! I'm sitting on the edge of the docks; you're goin' round me", she gestured to herself and then to the open space next to her.

Then man squeezed his hands together, as if he would like them to be around her neck.

"Look missy, I could'na give a bleeding bollocks if there was no-one on these 'ere docks, you're in ME WAY! Now will ye' move of will I force ye' too?"

"Well?" she held up her hand to her chin as is pondering the threat, "I'd say your going to have to make me cos I don't see no reason why I should move." And with a flip of her long hair she turned her back on him.

The man bared his teeth in an ugly grin. His palm came up and with a 'slap' it hit the back of her skull.

Anouk's head jerked forward and her eyes closed in pain. Before she had time to register, another one landed on the side of her head and it was a punch, hard and fast.

"Unngh…" she moaned and fell sideways, collapsing. He lunged down and grasped her dress collar and just as he raised his fist for another go, a hand seized his.

A voice, filled with distaste and somewhat hidden anger spoke, "What do ye' think yer doin' mate?"

The fat man tried to whirl round to glare at the intruder but found the man had twisted him so he couldn't move.

"Hands off buddy, this wench 'eres in me way, en I'm gunna teach her a lesson she won't never forget!" he tried to jerk out of the mystery man's grip.

The stranger gave a dark chuckle, "That aint very gentlemanly behaviour now is it?" he bent his arm further up his back causing the other man to wince. Suddenly a second voice followed the first and the sound of a pistol being cocked broke into the air, thick with tension, "And ye' wouldn' really wanna go 'urtin no-one would ye?"

The fat man seemed the rethink his former words. He stuttered as he tried to repent.

"Ahh, on second thoughts I don' really mean 'er no 'arm," he waved with his free arm towards Anouk's slumped figure, "me temper got the best of me as usual, umm, I'll just be leavin' now." He darted from the two holding him and waddled away, looking back every now and then.

The last thing Anouk remembered before closing her eyes was something slapping her face and a voice yelling in her ear something about 'not sleeping' but she was far too sleepy to heed advice. And with that final thought she slipped into oblivion.

* * *

Bright lights danced in front of her eyes and she blinked a couple of times to try and rid them. In the distance she could hear a man's voice speaking to her. Slowly his face came into focus and Anouk saw he was leaning over her grinning, some gold teeth glinting in the sun. He was a strange looking fellow. A large tri-cornered hat covered his long dread locks and Anouk could see small beads entwined in the clumps of hair. However his main feature was his shadowy eyes, lined with what looked like kohl. They were large and brown and somewhat comforting.

But as the man lifted his arm to brush some hair out of his face, Anouk spotted a small scar on his wrist. It was a 'P'. The man was a pirate. Pirate.

"Ahhhhhh!" she shrieked in terror and tried to scramble out of his reach, but fell back as a searing pain raced through her skull. The man moved out of her eyesight, letting the sun's ray's fall squarely onto her face.

"Good to see yer awake at last. I was beginnin' to think I'd 'ave to bring you onto me ship ta take care of ye'." He smiled at her and stood up. Stretching his arms above his head he looked to the sky and squinted. "Well, it's about time I took me leave, young missy," he paused and looked down at her.

"Yer okay aren't ye'? I mean, once I leave you aren't gunna jus drop dead or something or somethin'?"

Anouk shivered and tried to struggle as far away from the pirate as possible.

"I, I'm fine," she stammered, "uh, you better leave now okay," she held up her hand as he made to step towards her, "where's your crew, pirate?"

* * *

Jack was taken aback. This girl didn't know who he was? What was wrong with her? I mean, everyone knew who he was, right? Not just any old pirate! THE pirate. To quote Elizabeth, "…The most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main!"

"And the world." he added as an afterthought.

"What was that?" the girl asked warily.

He flung his hands up in front of his face, "Nothing, luv, nothing at all."

She looked relieved. "Oh well, then you can go now."

Jack was fed up. This girl didn't know a thing and she was treating him like a common sailor.

"Luv, don' u know who I am?" he began, kneeling in front of her again. She backed away.

"No! I don't, so just go away."

"Oh. Ok," he looked a bit dejected. She breathed in deeply and shut her eyes. Jack squinted at her quizzically. All of a sudden they snapped open and she shuddered.

"Well, you're a pirate anyway.  A funny sort of pirate, aren't you?"

Jack frowned. "I resent that," he grinned, grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. She resisted but he kept a firm grip.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, luv."

"Ohh." She fainted. Jack just chuckled to himself and lifted her limp body into his arms and swaggered away.

* * *

*wipes brow* phew, that's the third chapter done. Well, I'm back at school now. Last year! Woot!  Sorry if you don't think the chapters are long enough. I promise they will get better as I go.

Please review, it makes me feel special!