AN: Hey guys, if you have read my POTC story, I am sorry I deleted it! I completely lost where I was going with it, and I am making a new one! I hope you all like this! And I hope I got the quotes right.

Mandi

DISCLAIMER: I don't own POTC... but that'd be so COOL!

Tales of a Pirate: Chapter One: Kiley

With a groan, Jack Sparrow slowly rose from his bed. His head felt as though it was pounding, and he gently put his dirty hand against it, his hair tickling his fingers. "I shouldn't have had that fifteenth drink," he commented as he rolled his eyes around to regain his vision.

"Whoa," he said, as he turned around and around, his hands reaching out in the air to regain balance. "I should learn to take it slow," he said, a small burp escaping his mouth. "From now on, I'm only going to have fourteen drinks."

He stood up, taking one step forward, turning his foot to make it straight, and began to walk towards the steps onto the deck of the Black Pearl. The sun gleamed down upon him as he opened the door and stepped out of his quarters. He glanced around the deck, seeing the ocean flattened out in his view, stretching far beyond the horizon. The sun was already above his head, and he gritted his teeth, already thinking of an excuse to tell Anna Marie why he had slept in so late.

"Captain!" Mr. Gibbs, a fellow drunk, and crewmember of the Pearl said in his deep, grizzly voice as he stepped up to Jack.

"Yes, Mr. Gibbs?" Jack replied, sticking his back straight to mimic a strong, non-drunk captain, like one from the British Navy.

"We are entering the isles of the Caribbean," Gibbs said. "Where shall we start?"

"The first isle, Mr. Gibbs," Said Jack as he began to walk up the steps and towards the bow of the boat. "That way we can easily go to the other isles during our escape from the first one."

Gibbs let out a coughing laugh, "Aye, good thinking, Jack."

"That's why I'm the captain," Jack replied, gazing out upon the sea. He heard Gibbs' footsteps as he walked away, back onto the deck to aid the rest of the crew. With a small grin, Jack took a long, deep breath, taking in the saltiness of the sea air. His mind began to flood with memories as he stared out on the turquoise of the ocean.

'I make a point to avoid familiarity with pirates.' Young Will Turner said, as he glared at Jack, who was holding a sword in front of him.

'Oh, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record," Jack responded.

'You are by doubt the worst pirate I have ever heard of," Commandeer Norrington said as he stood in front of Jack, soldiers from the navy standing behind him.

'But you have heard of me,' Jack replied.

'Don't do anything stupid,' Jack had warned Will countless times in many situation.

'So that's it?' Elizabeth Swan said, after Jack had handed her a bottle of rum. 'That's the story of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You lied on a beach, drinking rum?'

So many memories. Some he had wished he could forget, but still haunted him in his dreams, even after his many bottles of rum. He had guessed that the memories would forever taunt him, reminding him of those few weeks traveling across the ocean with young William Turner, in search of the Black Pearl, and young Elizabeth Swan.

"Captain!"

His mind left his thoughts and he turned around, seeing his crew standing at the starboard side, looking over the edge. He frowned, and quickly joined them, and glanced down over the edge of the boat.

A young girl was in a small boat, her dark blonde hair pulled back under a bandana, and her dark blue eyes staring back up at him. She was covering her eyes from the sun's rays with one hand, and the other was waving up at them. "I could use some help!" She cried up to them.

"What shall we do, Captain?" Mr. Gibbs asked.

Jack frowned, biting his lip tightly. "Bring her 'board."

The guys cheered, and they began to lower a rope down for her. Jack quickly looked away, and he began to walk away.

"Thank you, Captain Sparrow." Came a voice from behind him.

He bit his lip harder, but stopped when he tasted blood. He licked his lips to clean the blood, and turned around. "Your quite welcome, Miss. I assume you are aware of who I am, but I have no clue as to who you are. Now, if you could be so kind, introduce yourself."

"I am Kiley Turner," she said, flashing a smile, and her eyes sparkling back at him.

He frowned, "Turner?"

Her smile grew, "Sound familiar, Captain?"

He let out a deep breath through his nose, shook his head and said quickly, "No, doesn't ring a bell. Now, you are welcome to join us, but as soon as we reach the next isle, you are to depart and look for a new way of transportation." He turned and began to walk away, making it clear that the conversation had ended.

It hadn't. "Is that it?" He froze. The way she sounded reminded him of... "You are just going to say that and walk off?"

He turned around, trying to show a kind smile. "Yes, of course I am. Why, you were expecting me to say I knew your name from an old acquaintance? 'Cause that's all he is, Miss Kiley. Merely an acquaintance."

She shook her head, her eyes now glaring at him coldly. "He was right. You are a stubborn ass."

He smiled, "Glad you think so, too."

She fumed. "You can't be Jack Sparrow."

Now his smile was gone, and he looked at her innocently. "Why not?"

She grinned, and gave one of her shoulders a shrug. "She said you were a lot finer."

He wanted to smile, but he gritted his teeth. "Then I am sorry I am a disappointment to you. But, my orders are final. You are staying here until we reach the next isle. End of discussion." He turned on his heel and began to walk away. He could hear her still screaming at him, but he chose to ignore her and walked into his quarters to get his head clean.

'Will, what were you thinking?' He thought, mentally cursing Will and Elizabeth for reproducing that... thing. How she was related to them, he had no idea.