First, the rantings of our furious author:

I am really angry at whoever reported me to What exactly is the point of taking off the already finished stories? Oh well. It's almost sad really, that someone with no life whatsoever had to take the time to report so many stories to them. Gosh! Some even got banned for having so many 2nd person stories. Grr! I lost all 600 of my reviews. The only type of person who would repost someone's work was probably stepped on as a infant, forming their personality instantly. I will happily report that there are still 'you' fanfics on that they haven't deleted yet. How? I dunno. Maybe they are using sharp and potentially lethal objects… or repellants. Very expensive repellants… Or perhaps weapons of mass destruction?

And now, back to our usual Author Notes:

Well, for those of you wondering, my mom didn't go to Chemotherapy yet again. She is just going to let the cancer kill her if she doesn't start. I'm worried about her. She'll go to the dentist and have them drill her teeth down to nearly nothing, but she won't have a needle dripping a constant flow of medicine for an hour a one day a week. Let's see… She'll deal with the Novocain paralyzing her face half the day, but not some meds that'll save her life. She needs to reanalyze her priorities.

Grr… I thought my ranting was over. Gosh I'm in a bad mood.

I know that it's usually the drill with 16th birthdays to have a big party and get your driver's license (in some cases), but I'm going to have a small pizza dinner with my closest friend and my family.

Well, here I am, starting a new fanfic in the 3rd person, and hopefully those will still be allowed by the time I come around with the next chapter. I waited a whole week to update because of my account being froze. Grr… (((mumble)))

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC and I don't plan to. Meh. At least I have the DVD.

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Chapter 1: Chance Encounter

The dark waves of the warm Caribbean Sea thrashed against the barely conscious man's body. It was nighttime, only four hours from sunrise, and only those with keenest eyes would be able to make out the form from shore. He can barely floats with each wave violently tossing him.

The man pulled his head wearily up and glanced at the shore. '60 yards…' He estimated. There were clouds covering the moon tonight, and the entire beach was cast in its shadow. He fought against each crashing crest of a wave with extreme effort that shot pain up his side. He knew, even through his fatigue, that he had to get to shore before he lost consciousness again. He glanced up again at the shore, which was approaching fast now that the waves were working on his side.

Or so he thought.

He was being pushed at quite a quick pace toward the shore, and he was urging the water to take him faster without the thought of the impact.

'Only a bit more.' He thought to no one but himself. He lifted his arm in another painful arc and swept it with the current that was pulling him, it seemed, to the shore.

He glanced up again and saw that he was nearly there. The moon peeked through the clouds and lit up the fast approaching beach. He nearly thanked the lord, until he saw that the beach wasn't so smooth as the shadows had let on. There were fierce looking jagged rocks that were looming too close for comfort.

He turned himself around and fought, once again, against the current. With one final and potentially deadly wave, the man known to his familiars as Jack Sparrow was thrown ferociously against the lethal looking rocks, knocking him out completely.

4 1/2 hours later…

Rhia, full name Rhiannon Williamson, awoke to the sound of waves pouring themselves against the shore. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around her cluttered dim room and took a deep breath. Time for her daily morning walk. She picked up her comb and did a quick run through of her raven black hair.

Rhia and her father lived together on the beach just outside a small town, called Rathaway, hidden by trees. There couldn't be more than 200 people in the entire town, and only very few which were Rhia's age.

Rhia dressed quickly into her plain brown dress, which was once her mother's. It had grown worn out over the years, but it was adequate enough for small town life. Rhia lived with her father in a small house next to the water. Everyday right after sunrise when it was still gray, and before her father awoke, she would walk along the beach and clear her mind for the day.

Rhia hurriedly put on her shoes and quietly walked out of her room. She walked out the front door and closed it silently behind her, hoping not to awaken her father at all costs. He was not a morning person by any means.

Rhia turned around and jumped. She held her heart and regulated her breathing. Her father, Evan Williamson, was passed out in the front yard. She grinned and walked quietly away from him.

'Out drinking again.' Rhia thought with a shake of the head and a slight smile. It was not an uncommon thing. Ever since Rhia's mother had passed away while traveling with her older brother, he would go about his day as usual, but mourn heavily by nightfall. Most nights he would drown his sorrows in a pub. Rhia had accepted this as a regular routine… Although her father had, more often than not, made it at least though the doorway.

Her afore mentioned brother, Stanley, had moved recently to Ireland. So far, nothing had been heard from him. Rhia assumed that he had settled down and gotten a decent job… Okay, maybe not assumed so much as she hoped.

Rhia walked down over the rocks on the beach while humming softly. The weather was fair and already it was warming up. Rhia cleared her mind and readied herself for the day ahead. 'Let's see… I have early tea with Middy; I have to run by the Grant's at the Inn before lunch to pick up payment… Oh, and the Inn has an opening fo-.'

Rhia's thoughts were interrupted when she tripped over something that was attached to something else hidden behind a large boulder. She got up and dusted herself off. "Now what the hell… Oh dear god…" What she had tripped over was a human arm.

Rhia nearly panicked. She went around the side of the boulder and bent next to the seemingly lifeless man that belonged to the arm. He was dressed in tattered, burned clothing and he had multiple wounds on his arms, chest, and one particularly nasty gash on his head.

Rhia bent down to his mouth and listened for air. She heard air rush in her ear and she sighed in relief. 'Now what to do?' She thought. She thought about shaking him, but in the state that he was, she figured it might do more damage.

Rhia ran back to her house hastily and shook her father awake. "Wake up! Father, there's a-."

"Now what the hell?!" Evan asked with irritation while getting painfully to a sitting position. "Can't a man get sleep in his own house?" He blinked a bit and looked around with his light blue eyes. "I mean… yard?"

"Oh please! There's a man over on the beach! He's not moving and he has wounds like he's been attacked."

"Oh." He said while raising one eyebrow. "You get Stanley's old bed ready for him." She helped her father to his feet and had to let go when he went bounding down to the beach. 'Always been a man of action….' Rhia shook the sand off her dress from sitting on her knees on the beach. '…Even if he probably has one hell of a headache.' She thought, referring to the hangover he was bound to have. She reentered the house and went to her brother's old room. She set up the bed with new sheets and went into the kitchen to get a bowl to fill with water from the well.

Evan walked inside soon after with the man in his arms. Rhia would at other times have considered this to be quite comical, a burly man carrying another, but surely this was no time to laugh. Evan nodded toward the bowl in her hands and said, "Just take the whole bucket from the well, Rhia." Rhia nodded and left the bowl on the table. Evan carefully laid the beat up looking man on the bed and examined his head. Rhia tilted her head at the man. 'He's actually rather good looking…'

"Rhiannon!" Her father interrupted her thoughts, which would have most definitely gone to the gutter. "Get the water now, Rhia." He ordered with annoyance.

Rhia swiftly went outside and left into the town just outside the trees. She walked over each root and fallen branch without thought. Growing up here, she would be able to do this in her sleep. She emerged from the trees and reached the well that was next to the church. She quickly pulled up water from the well and unhooked the bucket.

"Rhia!" A voice called from the behind her. She turned and grinned when she found Middy waving overenthusiastically at her. Middy walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "So… Finished with your walk I see. Ready for our tea?"

"Oh, not today. Something came up at the house, an-."

"-Your father get drunk and ruin the house like last month?" She asked.

"No, but he was passed out in front of the house when I found him." Rhia said with the last of her humor.

"Oh… Is that why we can't have tea?" Middy asked, putting her hands on her hips and tossing back her flaming red hair.

Rhia fumbled for an answer. "No, we… Well, we have a guest visiting. He's awfully tir-."

Middy sighed. "Well alright then. But I want to meet this visitor of yours sometime… A 'he' did you say?…Is he cute?"

Rhia picked up the bucket. "I need to be heading off. I'll talk to you later."

"Alright then, hon, but I want to meet-."

"Bye!" Rhia called and hurried back through the woods towards the house. Good ol' Middy. Always thinking with her hormones. Rhia's thoughts turned back to the stranger at the house. 'I wonder why he was on the beach… He could be an outlaw, or a victim of a robber with a long sword, or a prince from a kingdom far-'

"Hey." Her father interrupted her overactive imagination. Evan was at the door and took the bucket. He set it on the table. "Can you get some of this boiling?" He asked while tying back his blonde hair. The stove was already lit and was giving the room a stuffy feel.

"Of course, father." Rhia gazed at the man through the doorway of her brother's old room and asked, "Think he'll be alright?"

Evan nodded and said, "I think so. Um… Don't let anyone inside, okay?"

"Sure." She considered this odd request and filled the kettle with water. 'Maybe I can make tea for myself anyhow…' Evan entered Stanley's room and began to close the door to the odd stranger when Rhia said, "Wait a second. Why can't I help?"

"Well dear" Evan explained with open palms towards the ceiling. "I am going to need to get him in a change of clothing, so-."

Rhia put up a hand. "Okay! I understand. Tell me no more."

Evan grinned. "Thought you'd comply." Evan pointed at the kettle." Just take it off the stove when it's at a boil and leave it on the table, aye? I'll be needing it for cleaning the worse of the wounds and to make the poultice to reduce inflammation."

Rhia nodded and went into her room to await the piercing shriek of the kettle. "Well…" She said, speaking to herself. "So much for tea."

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Bit shorter than I'm used to, but I worked on it periodically throughout the week.

In honor of my birthday, I command that EVERYONE REVIEW!!

I've been wondering…. Should I convert my 2 'you' fics into 3rd person pov?