A/N: Third chapter. Up and redone…

Uh oh yeah! The words written in italics with the '' are what the characters are thinking.

Disclaimer: I don't own squat from POTC or Disney! Happy now?

Ok, now on with the show!

Chapter 3: The Lessons of Temptation

Port Royal was unlike any other city I have seen. Women walked around in such elegant gowns of silk and a variety of colors, most carried around parasols considering it was a very hot day. Men wore really nice jackets with tails in the back. Blue or red were the colors of choice for them and some of them sported white curly haired wigs, which I thought looked completely ridiculous.

Never before have I seen so many colors. I was quite used to everyone wearing brown or some other dark color. Most of the towns I've been in during my travels on the Pearl were pretty much the same: gunfire going off in every direction, whores and pirates running about causing all sorts of mayhem and not being able to carry any cash without getting robbed.

I noticed some of the townsfolk were staring at me as if I were some sort of parasite. I didn't blame them though. I weren't exactly very ladylike in my appearance. I wore an old white shirt that was tucked into my pants with a tied off neckline, a pair of tight brown breeches, a thick belt with a scabbard that held my cutlass and a pair of brown boots.

The town altogether was pretty quiet and peaceful. There were also a large number of shops including the usual street carts adorned with mostly foods of many kinds. As I walked, I stopped in front of a store that instantly caught my eye. 'The Mermaid's Pearl' read the sign. I dashed inside.

The shelves were filled with many necklaces made of the finest gold and silver. There were also diamond rings in many shapes and sizes. I lovingly ran my hand across a silver necklace with a huge pear shaped jewel pendant. It glistened with such beauty.

I wasn't too fond of wearing jewelry but the value it carried was much more to my liking. I saw this lovely necklace as a treasure just waiting for me to plunder it. It would be so easy…

My thoughts were immediately interrupted as I noticed standing right outside the window was Mr. Gibbs. He quickly hurried into a bookstore right across from where I was. I rolled my eyes.

'The fool. Always getting caught.'

I walked out of the jewelry store and into the bookstore. Mr. Gibbs was standing in the corner pretending to be reading a book. I casually walk up to him and pulled the book away.

"Mr. Gibbs?"

"Uhhh…hi there lass." He said nervously.

"What are you doing?"

"I was just…"

"Did Jack tell you to follow me again?"

"He asked me to keep and eye on you." He confessed, "Ya know me lass. Capt'n's orders."

"Well then I'm sure we can make another arrangement."

I pulled out my last five shillings from my pocket and stuffed them into his hand.

"Indeed." He said not taking his eyes off the shillings.

I patted his shoulder and smiled, "Good. Take a load off, Gibbs."

"Aye young Sparrow."

He left the bookstore, happily whistling to himself. I lingered in the shop's doorway as I watched him head down the road and go into a nearby pub.

I smiled victoriously. I always knew how to get him off my back and if there was one thing Gibbs couldn't resist was a pub and a wad full of cash.

I carried on down the road to explore the rest of the town. I passed by a cart filled with the reddest most delicious looking apples. I saw that no one was near the cart so I casually walked close to it, running my hand over the apples and quickly swiped one. I kept going as I kept the apple close to my hip so no one could see it.

I started to munch on the apple as I noticed I reached the end of the city. But I saw that the dirt road kept going.

I followed it with my eyes and saw that it went up a hill leading to a VERY big manor surrounded by a brick wall and an iron gate.

"That's interesting." I said to myself as I took one last bite from my apple.

I continued walking up the hill toward the house, throwing the half eaten apple over my shoulder.

The manor was a LOT bigger than from looking at it before. I gleamed with delight as I approached the iron gate.

I noticed to the left of the house was a garden with huge trees standing against the wall on both inside and out of the fence walls. There were a few people busying themselves by picking fresh fruits and vegetables.

I gasped as an idea came to mind.

What if I were to sneak into the house and raid it of as many trinkets, jewelry and riches I could take?

I would take it back with me to the Pearl and do as I pleased with it. Jack wouldn't have to know about it.

"Obviously a rich home." I reminded myself, "Lots to find."

Temptation immediately took over.

I slipped my arm through the iron gate bars. But as soon as it came to my torso, nothing budged. I struggled to push through.

No good. I pulled my arm out and ducked behind the wall as a servant passed by.

Keeping my back glued to the wall, I began to follow it. I slowly made my way to where the wall ended, turning right. I got around the corner and keep following the wall.

I noticed a few trees growing along the wall. One of them was higher then the wall with its thick branches reaching over the wall and into the garden.

I walked up to the tree, putting my hand on the trunk.

It seemed pretty solid…

I shrugged at the idea, "Worth a shot." I merely said.

I grabbed hold of one of the lower branches and pull myself up. Standing up, I got a clear vision of the garden. The workers were gone and a few gardening tools were left behind.

Trying to keep balance I made my way to the branch that hung over the wall. I crawled on it, trying not to fall. The branch lowered, as I kept moving.

SNAP!

I felt myself lunge forward. My heart leaped to my throat as I saw everything flip upside down.

I landed on my back, hitting the dirt hard.

Pain shot up my spine stopping at the back of my head.

I groaned in pain as I put my hand on my head numbing it. I sat up and ducked behind a nearby bush.

Ahead of me, I saw a young man looking around the yard, drumming his fingers against his lips absently as he observed the area.

He stopped facing near me. I held my breath as he started to move.

Before I knew it he was making his way towards me!

'Think fast. Think fast!" I whispered as my eyes frantically scanned my surroundings.

I notice by the house there were more trees and bushes settled against the exterior walls of the house.

Without even thinking, I leaped like a tiger out from where I was and crash-landed into the bushes.

I froze completely as the man stood in front of the bush where I was just hiding. He picked up a hoe that was carelessly left behind and walked away.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"…would it be better for us if you just quit?" said a voice

"I'm sorry but I just can't do that."

My attention immediately grabbed hold of the voices I just heard.

I looked to my right and saw a window slightly open.

Of course curiosity always got the better of me.

I crawled over to the window and pulled myself high enough to see through the window.

I found myself looking into a sitting room. It had a two couches positioned opposite each other in the middle of the room. A small table sat in between them. Various portraits covered the walls.

A young woman was sitting on the couch. She has long brown hair that was put up in a tight bun. She wore a nice yellow dress with flowers on the dress part.

"I'm just saying that you could spend you time doing better things." She sounded quite irritated.

"I don't understand why this is bothering you now. It hasn't before."

I saw a young man pacing the room. He had wavy brown hair and the brownest eyes I had ever seen. He wore brown pants with a white shirt, brown boots and a vest. A reddish bandana was tied around his neck, the tied ends draped on his chest.

I couldn't help but think of how satisfying he was to look at. His mouth moved as if speaking but I couldn't hear it. My mind was too enticed by his boyish good looks. My eyes scanned him up and down. His lean body and goatee completed him, toning down the boyish features quite a bit.

I snapped back to reality as the woman stood up suddenly, "Because it doesn't feel right for an upper class man such as you to work such a low class job!"

The man looked quite offended, "Well I don't care if it doesn't seem right to you!"

An intense silence fell upon them.

The girl exasperatingly rolled her eyes and left the room.

The man sighed heavily, mumbling to himself. I couldn't make it out but I could've sworn I heard the word bitch. A small smile played on my lips as I shook my head.

It seemed quite funny to me how romance can take a strange turn for the worse.

I watched as the man regained his composure and left, slamming the door after him.

"That's my cue." I whispered as I opened the window and climbed into the room.

I looked around not finding anything of interest. I began to think of where anything of value would be.

"The bedrooms." I simply stated. I opened the door just a crack and peeked out. To my surprise there was no one in sight. I ran for the stairs. Once I reached the second floor, I cautiously walked down the hall to my right. I stopped at the second door to my left. Opening it, I saw that it was vacant.

I slipped in and shut the door behind me. I quickly noticed that I was in a bedroom.

Finally! Now I can begin my search.

I paced about the room rubbing my hands avariciously as I thought of where to start. I was a kid in a candy store only the reward was much more gratifying.

I wandered over to a vanity and pulled open the drawers one by one. Make up and a pair of diamond earrings made up most of the drawer's contents. I snatched the earrings and pocketed them. Thinking someone could walk in, I turned to leave. Then I noticed a trunk sitting at the foot of the bed. I kneeled down in front of it but unfortunately it was locked. I darted back to the vanity. Rummaging through the doors I pulled out a hairpin.

Ah! How such a small piece of metal could be of such an advantage.

I stuck it in the lock and after fidgeting with it for a few seconds, it opened. I threw back the lid. I pulled out a few dresses, revealing a small wooden box with carvings of roses all over it. I opened it and saw that it was filled with shiny necklaces and earrings. I pulled them out, examining each one as I stuffed them in my pockets.

Each piece of astounding beauty glistened bright than the sun. I sighed irritatingly as I remembered that debt I owed Jack, thirty percent of my plunder for the time being. Anamaria thought I was crazy to make such a deal but it indeed sounded much better than being flogged.

But now that I thought about it, I would have rather done the flogging.

"See, this is why you don't do anything stupid." I lectured to myself.

I paused as I realized my tone and speech came out similar to Jack's.

"Damn him." I grumbled through gritted teeth. It was quite annoying how his personality had quickly rubbed off on me. Then again I was his daughter. What else was to be expected?

"What are you doing?"

Startled by the dark tone, I whipped around only to be faced with the man I saw earlier in the sitting room.

"I see my wife's jewelry is to you liking." He remarked dryly as he looked down at the chuck of glistening trinkets in my hands.

"Why yes it is, mate." I said smiling sweetly as I pocketed them with a sneer, "Now if you excuse me."

Before I could even take a step, he reached toward his belt and pulled out his sword immediately pointing it at me.

I gasped in mock shock, the corners of my mouth pulled into a smile as I laughed incredulously.

"Now is that really a way to treat a lady?" I chuckled with a fake pouty voice.

"Only if the lady is a bloody thief." He said bitterly. His eyes grew dark. Annoyed by this man, I rested my hand on my hip, tilting my head to the side in a lecturing manner.

"Now that's not very nice." I said, keeping up my sarcasm.

The man's distasteful glare disappeared. He looked slightly perplexed as he studied my face.

Like he knew me…

I scoffed, "What! Never met a pirate before?"

He shook off the look and glared once again as he began to back me up.

I pulled out my cutlass and took the first swing. He blocked my sword with his.

We both began to take swings at each other. I felt my heart pounding in my chest since this was my first battle by myself but it excited me at the same time.

I couldn't wait to tell Jack about it later. I could picture myself reenacting it for him later in our cabin. I would have exaggerated a little just to please him but still it would be all the same for him.

I parried as the man swung his sword at me in various downward blows. At the last blow, our swords caught and he begins to force me down.

The man's face gleamed with triumph as he got me down on one knee.

I swung my leg out and kicked him in the shin. He grunted as he lost his balance and fell backwards.

"You know what you're doing." I said, "I'll give ya that."

The man quickly grabbed his sword and jumped up, advancing on me.

I hopped on the bed and swung my sword as hard as I could downward toward his head. He brought his sword up and caught mine in mid swing. The impact was too hard on my cutlass and it snapped in two leaving me with a hilt holding a jagged piece of rusted steel.

The man smirked arrogantly at the damage he did. He then thrust his sword forward barely missing me as I jumped out of the way.

Quickly he pointed his sword at my throat and backed me up against the vanity.

I groped around on the vanity and picked up a container. I opened it and threw it at the man's face. White powder flew all over the place.

I ducked as the man swung his sword around in a slight panic, partially blinded from the white mass of powder that billowed around the room.

I sprang forward in a somersault, barely missing his blade as it swung over my head and ran for the door.

Not being able to stop quickly enough, I slammed onto the white stair railing. I grasped onto the railing as I felt my feet lift off the floor, about to go headfirst and plunge to the marble floor below.

I groaned loudly as my large belt buckle pressed into my stomach as I held on. Quickly I pulled myself back up.

I whirled around as I heard footsteps hastily approaching. Before he could strike, I hopped on the stair banister and jumped for the chandelier.

"Clever little trick," he said distastefully, "Just what I would have expected from a pirate."

His eyes flamed as he spoke. This man obviously had a grudge against pirates.

I quirked an eyebrow, "You don't know what I can do."

He recoiled as I threw my broken sword at him. I grabbed hold of the rope the held up the chandelier and slid back down to the first floor. My hands burned slightly from the rope but I didn't care.

The rope ended just above the stairs. I dropped and made a run for it as the heard the man's footsteps behind me.

As I ran, I lost my footing and tripped on the last step. I growled in frustration as I pounded my fists on the marble floor.

Damn clumsiness! Damn it to hell!

I stood up but immediately froze as I felt something sharp poke the back of my neck.

"Don't move." The man ordered. He grabbed my arm and roughly turned me around. He pushed me against the wall and pressed the tip of his sword against my throat.

Before anymore could be said, the front door burst open. A man walked in wearing a black coat with a fancy hat. It was Jack. His usual expression dropped and he looked furious.

"You're in trouble now." I whispered to the man

"WHAT THE 'ELL ARE YOU DOING!" Jack demanded angrily, " 'AVE YOU GONE MAD!"

Jack was pointing at the young man. A wave of relief washed over me but I also wondered how did Jack know this man.

"Will, get that bloody sword away from my daughter's throat!"

Will? I could have sworn I knew that name from somewhere…

Will quickly withdrew his sword, a look of shock upon his face.

Jack took my arm and pulled me towards him. "Ye all right, sweet?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm good."

"Good." The expression on his face suddenly changed, "What were you thinkin'?"

"What?" I exclaimed in a high-pitched tone. Jack has never scolded me for stealing before, "I didn't do anything!"

"Then do ye mind showin' me what ye got in yer pockets?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"I got nothing! They are empty!" I lied.

Jack cocked an eyebrow at me as he eyed my pockets that were bulging. I smiled sheepishly.

He rolled his eyes and started to empty my pockets for me. I sighed exasperatingly looking up at the ceiling. I felt my face grow hot from embarrassment. He pulled out the jewelry one by one and tossed them to Will who placed them on a decorative table that was beside him.

Jack pulled out the earrings, looked at them longingly and stuffed them into his own pocket.

Will cleared his throat loudly, gesturing to Jack.

Jack smiled, "Sorry, they're just so pretty."

I rolled my eyes as he threw them to Will.

'And he gets mad at me for stealing…'

Jack turned his attention back to me, "Listen to me sweet." He said calmly, "Any other town, I would have praised yeh but not here, luv. Not with that buffoon Norrington around. I'm not taking that chance."

Will hid a smile at the word buffoon, "Well I think its time for a more proper introduction." He approached me, his hand in front of him.

I shook his hand, "Lia Sparrow."

"Pleasure, I'm…"

"Will Turner." I guessed. It was all coming back to me now. All those stories.

"How did…?"

"I've heard a lot about you from Jack." I looked to Jack, "He is the eunuch, isn't he?"

Will gave Jack an accusing look. Jack shrugged with a mischievous smile, " 'ey, I just tell it like it is, mate."

The three of us shared a laugh.

A Few Hours Later

"So anyway, Jack starts backing up towards the tower steps saying his 'You-almost caught Jack Sparrow' speech…"

We were all in Will's blacksmith shop. Listening to Will tell the story of his adventure with Jack. To my surprise, most of the story Jack had fed me during the years turned out to be pure rubbish if not all truth. Will's version without a doubt was far more believable.

"Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected Will.

Will immediately stopped and slowly turned his head to face Jack, glaring frustratingly.

"May I finish please?" Will asked with a hint of irritation.

Jack pondered for a moment. I laughed at this. For a moment, I wondered how Will must have felt having to put up with Jack's eccentric behavior during the whole adventure. I would have gone mad.

"As you wish, Turner." He said, never breaking that smug grin of his.

Will continued to tell the story, "Well he didn't get to finish his speech because he ends up tripping on the stone wall, falling off the tower and into the water."

I started giggling, "That was definitely not the same as I heard from Jack."

Will laughed along with me as Jack gave me a cold look but the smile playing on his lips told me he was kidding. He let out a chuckle as he tossed me a flask which I caught with ease.

"All right, I may have stretched the truth a wee bit but it made it more interestin'." Jack stated as I took a swig from the flask, hiding my smile. If anything I refused to admit he was right on that one.

"So Will, have yeh finished the you-know-what?" Jack slightly nodded his head toward me.

"Ahh yes." Will got up and started searching, moving around swords and whatnot.

Jack put his hand over my eyes. After a few seconds he removed his hand and sitting in front of me was a long rectangular shaped box, "See I told ya I had a certain something for ya."

I ran my hand softly over the top of the box, feeling its texture under my palm before opening it. I gasped at what was inside: a brand new sword! I grasped the hilt and pulled the sword up. It had a stainless steel blade with a leather handle and a brass wire wrap. A brass hand guard and pommel completed its beauty.

"Its BRILLIANT!" I exclaimed, studying the sword with complete awe.

"I can assure you that this sword is my finest work." Will said, beaming with pride.

"How did you…?"

"Well sweet, a few weeks ago, I sent a letter to Will when we were in Hispaniola. A letter saying that I needed a sword for reasons unknown." Explained Jack.

"Reasons unknown, Jack?" I asked with mock offence. I made a noise of protest as he snatched away the flask from me and took the last of it.

"Or as I like to call it," he stood up from the platform he was sitting on as he waved his hand about in a soft manner, "My way of not lettin' the whelp know the truth ergo lettin' the surprise slice him first hand."

I swung the sword in a small arch, testing the weight as I pointed it at Will teasingly, "Well there is no arguing that." I let the sword fall and quickly caught it, letting the handle roll on the groove between my thumb and index. As it rolled back up, I gave it one quick whip before successfully sheathed it in my belt. Without even thinking about it, I ran to Jack and kissed him on the cheek.

When I realized what I did, I quickly pulled away. My face flaming as I tried to think of what to say. Jack, on the other hand, looked at me as if I had three eyes. I smirked shyly as I kept my head to the ground.

"Thanks Jack."

It took a few seconds for Jack to react but finally he shook off the astonishment. It was not an everyday thing for us to show each other any sort of family affection. A strong bond of friendship had formed between us but nothing more in spite of our history and apparent relation. That which hadn't fallen out to be a strong family tie of father and daughter and I knew we were still far from that advancement.

"I...uhh… your welcome, sweet." He managed to get out, "very welcome." And with that he patted me on the shoulder, finally relaxing.

"I'm going to go show Anamaria." Avoiding any more awkwardness, I went over to the entrance and hopped up on the doorstep, not taking in mind of the platform that had been set beside me. The rusted hinges groaned as I pulled open the heavy door with both hands.

"Oh, Ms. Sparrow."

My nerves wracked at the sound of my last name being used to address me but I reacted so the same. I stopped and turned, realizing it was Will who spoke. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what he had in his mind.

"Happy Birthday." I felt a bit stunned but replied with a smile that was immediately returned by the handsome blacksmith. As I left and shut the door, I could feel my heart leaping with happiness as I felt the sincerity in his voice as he said it. It felt unusual for me to have such a sensation over something so silly but I didn't deny to myself that it felt quite nice.

"Well that was interestin'."

I stifled a laugh at the sound of Jack's muffled comment to Will as I went on my way, leaving the two old friends to catch up.

A/N: Boy this chapter is LONG! Once again sorry it didn't come quicker. I'll try harder with the next one but I can't promise anything.