Disclaimer (for the other chapters as well): Yeah, yeah, I don't own PotC etc, etc. Can't stop me dreaming though.

This is just some ramblings that I thought of one day. Also beware if you like it because I don't normally have the stamina to complete a story. Oh, and I'm not very good at keeping people in character all the time. If it doesn't sound right here, it did in my head at least.

Does anyone know what happened to 'Call of the Caribbean' and 'No Quarter Given'? Because I loved those stories and they just seemed to have disappeared.

Please review, I don't care if you're harsh and thanks to anyone who does!

Anyway here it is:

Chapter 1

It was a warm morning, as usual in the Caribbean, as Nina walked upon the deck.

"When we will reach the port?" She asked the captain tiredly.

"And good morning to you too," replied Nathaniel, "Not long now. What you gonna do when we get there?"

"You know, the usual, put on a posh dress and mingle with the rich." Nina said cheerfully.

"Mingle? Is that what you're calling it now?"

"I'm offended. How dare you suggest such things? I'm not a whore, you know."

"Of course not." Nathaniel answered playfully. "You don't charge."

Nina scoffed, gave Nathan a punch on the arm and walked back to her cabin. She had a feeling it was going to be a long day and she wanted to get some more rest. She was very partial to her sleep.

She next awoke to a thump on the door.

"Come on, wake up. Time for some 'mingling'. You have a Commodore to impress."

"Just five more minutes." She groaned as she turned over.

"If you don't get out of that bed yourself, I'll come and carry you out and you know I'll keep to my word."

It had happened before and Nina didn't particularly want it to happen again. When you're trying to impress people it doesn't look too good if you are hanging over someone's shoulder. Especially when there was a Commodore to impress.

"Alright, I'm up," she yawned as she got out of bed and straightened her clothes, "So tell me about this Commodore." She said as they went up to the deck.

"He's the scourge of piracy, practically cleared these waters. Norrington, I believe his name is."

"Oh, him. Yeah, I know who you mean. He's single isn't he?"

Nathan sighed. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"You could start by introducing me to him." Nina grinned.

As they walked down the gangway they could see Norrington approaching with his Lieutenant just behind.

"Good morning, sir. What brings you to Port Royal?"

"My name is Captain Nathaniel Jules of the ship "Firestone" and this here is Lady Nina Wilding."

"How do you do?" Norrington asked.

"Splendid, thank you... Commodore isn't it?" The Commodore nodded, "From what I've heard of your deeds, I think they should promote you to admiral." Nina said, turning on the charm.

"Why, thank you, but I have a lot more to prove yet, Miss Wilding."

"Please, call me Nina, I detest being so formal." Nina said with a smile.

"As you wish my lady. Nina."

"Do you always greet the ships that come to Port Royal?" Nina asked.

"Only when there is someone worth greeting."

"Well, in that case, I'm honoured you consider me worthy, Commodore."

"So, Commodore," Nathaniel interjected hurriedly, "Could you recommend anywhere to stay?"

"If you want somewhere clean, I suggest anywhere on the East side of town. The nearer you go to the Governor's mansion, the better the standard of accommodation."

"I expect you live alongside the Governor then, Commodore?" Nina inserted silkily. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and gave the lieutenant an exhausted smile.

"As a matter of fact, I do live very close to the Governor. I would love to show you sometime."

"Would tomorrow be acceptable?"

"I'm afraid not. The Governor is holding a garden party that I really ought to attend. Perhaps you would care to come?"

"I'd love to. I'm guessing his is the grandest mansion at the top?"

"Indeed."

"Well, then I shall see you there. At what time does it start?"

"About three. I look forward to your being there. Now, if you will excuse me I have business to attend to."

"Certainly. Ta ra."

The Commodore gave a short bow and walked away. Once he was out of earshot, Nathaniel spoke.

"Ta ra?"

"Yeah, what?" Nina shrugged.

"You are such a suck up Nina Wilding."

"At least I'm the one who's living it up."

"Let's get outta here." Nathan said and he offered his arm. Nina took it.

"Let's go this way."

"But that's west."

"I know, but I have an old friend to see first."

As they walked through the town Nina planned her life story. She knew it was best to keep consistent but she felt like having a different background for once. Her usual story was widow to a successful soldier. Successful that is, up until his death. They had no children, and a villa in Portugal and a small house in East Asia on the edge of China. Her husband had always wanted to travel so she decided to fulfil his dream in honour of his memory.

Maybe this time she could be a duchess, or even better, a princess. It didn't sound too plausible though. How about a normal girl who was kidnapped and sold to slave traders only to be rescued by a daring Lord who lay his life down for her in the process. Nah, too dramatic. 'I guess I'll just stick to my usual' she thought to herself.

The 'bad' side of Port Royal really wasn't all that bad. She supposed it was the strong military presence that helped keep the town in check. However, the military did let some things pass such as her old friend Bernard. An experienced pickpocket and thief, he always knew what was going on, anytime, any place. Nina and Nathan found him in one of the taverns, downing a tankard of grog.

"Well, well, if it isn't me ol' mate Nina. Still scammin' t'rich?"

"I won't be for much longer if you tell everyone."

"Righ', yeah. So what can ah do fer ya, milady?"

"I need a place to stay."

"You could always stay wit' me, but judging by the look on yer face," he quickly added, "ah suppose not. Lemme think. 'Elp yerself to a drink while yer 'ere."

"You paying?"

"Nah, ah'm skint, me."

"Maybe another time then."

"I'll get you one Nina, but you owe me, alright."

"Thanks Nath." Nina beamed.

"Aha! There's this drunkard, gonna get 'imself so drunk 'e's gonna get 'imself killed sometime soon, you could always speed up t'process."

"Which side of town is it?"

"T'west. Why?"

"No good. Anything on the East side?"

Bernard thought for a moment, took a gulp of his grog and thought some more. Eventually Nathan came back with a pint for Nina.

"Service is great here. The waitress is just wow!"

"Why d'ya think ah come 'ere? It ain't fer t'grog, ah'm telling ya!"

"Boys, discuss the waitress' assets later. For now, have you got anywhere I can stay?"

"Actually, come ta think o' it, there's this ol' girl, didn't get out much, people ne'er noticed she was alive in t'first place but ah did coz ah'm quick as a rabbit, me. Anyways shes had it now, gone fer good but she 'as a lovely place tha's goin' ta waste. Ye could stay there!"

"Sounds good. Two questions. What's it like and does it smell?"

"Hehe, drink up, me ol' mate coz you've just found a new 'ome."

TBC – though I can't tell you when the next update will be...