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Jack entered The Faithful Bride looking for some rum and pleasurable company. He soon noticed that the crowed was slightly more quiet then usual, but was slowly building up to its usual sound. Jack wondered if some big fight had occurred to cause this, for The Faithful Bride was never whispered or silent. Usually, he would have wrote it off as nothing very out of the ordinary, but whispers and glances still floated around the room beneath the screams and hollers, and Jack could feel the surprise and shock the people as if they just witnessed the Second Coming.

"What in the bleedin' 'ell," Jack asked Gibbs who had arrived in shortly after Jack.

"Don' know, sir. Though this place does give me the feelin' somethin' big 'as jus' been through."

Suddenly a loud crackle of laughter came from a group of people sitting in a corner booth in the back of the pub. Jack was trying to see who was sitting at the table, yet couldn't because of the large crowd gathered around it. He and Gibbs exchanged a look before making their way between fights and romps to the back. Upon seeing the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, the crowd parted to allow him access to the table and its occupants.

"Oh! Tortuga how I've missed you," Jack heard a somewhat familiar female voice say. Said female was wearing a large, round rimmed, white (well, it once was white) hat slightly down over her eyes. On an impulse, Jack lifted the hat off her head and the woman grabbed his hand forcefully, looking him straight in the eye.

The water was freezing. She remembers it now. Her dress worked against her acting as an anchor. Her lungs were burning and she hit the sudden realization she was going to die. A shadow passed over the bright white light from above as the girl began drifting in and out of consciousness.

'Great.' She thought, 'Sharks coming to finish me off.'

That's when she felt herself moving towards the light. She was dead. She knew she was dead, just knew it. But then why were her lungs still burning and why was she still feeling the water around her? She hit the surface and suddenly realized she could breathe.

"Ye okay?"

There was a man holding her up in the water. This man had saved her. Shit. He would take her back to the hell called her life.

A rope landed close to them, and the man grabbed hold with one hand, the other still around her. They were hoisted up upon a boat; a boat that she realized was not hers; a boat, with black sails. She looked around, coughing and confused. She looked at the man who had saved her. He was tall; broad shouldered, with brown eyes, shoulder length brown hair, and dressed in oh-so-obvious pirate garb.

"Wh- who, who are you?" The girl asked, trembling.

"Bill Turner. An' yerself?"

"Um, Phoenix. Aleksandra Phoenix." Aleksandra was suddenly aware of the crowd of men standing around them. She also noticed their lustful gazes at her. Bill must've noticed too, for he stepped in front of Aleksandra and told the men to get back to work, and that he would take her to the captain.

"What do you want with me?" She asked him.

"Nothin', them men out there may want somethin but they won' touch ya und tha capin's orders. He be a good man, Capt'n Jack."

"Why did you save me?" she asked, cutting him off.

"I saw yer hat in the water an' small bubbles comin up near so I figured some lass went o'erboard. But why? Well, someday I'll tell ya. But fer now let's go see tha' cap'n."

Aleksandra followed bill through a door and into what looked like the captain's cabin. That's when she saw him; the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow of The Black Pearl.

He looked at Bill, said something, and then looked at her. Their eyes bore into one another, almost as if they could see the other's soul. They stood like that, frozen, unable to move.

"Hello Jack," Captain Phoenix said.

Jack snapped out of his reverie as well and looked around the crowd of people all wondering what had just taken place between the two.

"Hello Aleksandra," he spoke with an unusual sense of softness in his voice.

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