Hey, thanks to all my reviewers!! Sorry I haven't updated sooner but I've got exams soon :o

So here's chapter 3...

I guess that kind of surprised you, but what did you expect me to do? Let her go tell the whole world? I'm not that stupid. My next challenge was getting out of Port Royal, thankfully Commodores aren't as clever as they seem.

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I left the Governors house as quickly as I could. To murder a stranger is one thing, but to kill your best friend that is another.

I knew people wouldn't exactly suspect me. A poor women, as dainty as a china doll, not capable of doing anything herself. Is that not how we see women? Is that not what men want? China dolls to sit at home and sew, or look after their children, or to show us off like a trophy when we go to functions?

I suppose that is why I got away with it. An innocent woman could never kill.

Will Turner, he shall be sorry he ever messed with my family. This is only the start of my revenge for him.

Jack Sparrow is another story. He is like a blank page. No where can I find any clue to his past, anything that will hurt him like he hurt me.

I kept up my poor woman charade until I got out of Port Royal. The Commodore was very helpful, and if I may say slightly stupid. I think all the seawater has infected his brain. He got me passage on a ship that was bound for El Puerto Real, only a few miles from the notorious port of Tortuga. It was in Tortuga I found my first clue to the pirate they call Jack Sparrow. One of his many whores, her name was Giselle.

I had heard his name mentioned in one of her conversations, so I approached her.

"You know Jack Sparrow?" I questioned

"Who wants to know," She stared at me.

"An enemy," I replied

"Course I know him, every whore on this bloody island knows him," She looked at me "So love what's old Jack done to you?"

"He killed my parents," I stated

"He's killed an awful lot of peoples parents," She looked me straight in the eye "You want revenge, every girl that comes looking for him wants revenge,"

"He's the spawn of the devil, Can you tell me where he is?" I asked, trying to end the conversation

"Sure, he'll be in the Dancing Maiden," She turned her back on me, straight into the arms of a drunk and slurring pirate.

The Dancing Maiden, trust a pirate to find the nearest place with rum.

I suppose you expect me to go to the Dancing maiden, no I'm going to his ship, I'm going to The Black Pearl.