I do not own Potc. And I don't own Jack either...sob....

The Black Pearl sailed into Jamaica three days later. Jack had concealed the ship so as not to bring attention to themselves. The voyage had not been exactly what Victoria would call exciting; Jack had spent most of the time in his room, usually with a bottle of rum. And seeing as there were no crew, Victoria had spent many lonely hours sitting on the side of the ship singing.
After docking, Victoria and Jack walked into town. Dogs lay panting in the shade with flies buzzing round them and red-faced traders tried in vain to sell their various goods. The air carried the smell of various spices and aromas, which blew in a Southerly direction. Victoria took in everything with great interest, she looked at stalls selling fine silks, fresh fruit and sparkling jewellery. She stopped at a stall selling parrots, snakes and monkeys.

"You should get yourself a parrot Mr Sparrow," she said, turning to face an old lady who scowled at her.

"Jack?" she called.

He had gone.

Victoria kicked at a pebble and frowned, she had trusted him and he had betrayed her. He had left her and now she would be marooned on this island and eventually starve to death. She turned a corner and walked straight into a group of pirates.

"You better watch where you're going, you might get into trouble one day" growled one of them.

"Sorry" she mumbled and turned away.

"Where d'you think your goin'?" said another who shot out a sweaty, grubby hand, grabbed her wrist and jerked her back.

"Let me go!" Victoria tried to pull away but the grip tightened.

"So, how much do you charge? I bet a sweet little thing like you doesn't come cheap," he said. "Your disgusting" she spat "and if you don't let me go I'll scream"

"Ooh, now I'm really scared" he laughed and moved in to kiss her. Victoria turned her head and tried not to breath in. His breath was hot against her cheek and it reeked heavily of tobacco and ale.

"You should be," she answered and her knee came into contact with his groin. He doubled over, gasping for " he wheezed. The others started coming towards her, sly grins spread across their faces. Victoria looked around to find any means of escape and saw a gap between the men. She took a deep breath and used all her strength to push her way past them. She ran blindly, turning this way and that until she came to a busy market. Behind her she could hear the men yelling, their feet pounding on the sandy floor. Victoria ran behind some crates while the men ran on. After what she thought was a suitable period of time she stood up. Her dress had become torn and dirty and as this was her only outfit she decided to buy herself a new one.
An hour later, Victoria walked into the 'Golden Doubloon' dressed in black boots, black trousers, a hat, a white shirt, a belt holding a sword and two red sashes; one round her head, the other round her slender waist. She pushed her way through drunken louts and sleazy whores to get to the bar.

"What'll it be?" asked a pot-bellied, middle-aged man holding a dirty dishcloth.

"Rum" muttered Victoria, tossing a coin into his hand. He handed her a mug and she downed it in one.

"I'll have another," she said, placing a coin onto the bar. She took a mouthful before she heard a familiar name.

"Jack!" said the bar keeper "You want your usual?"

"Not today, I'm looking for someone. You haven't happened to have seen a girl in a red dress with curly blonde hair have you?" replied Jack.

"No, sorry mate I haven't" the bar man said.

Jack looked around "Oh, it's ok, I've found her"

He walked over to Victoria who was staring into her rum and took the hat from her head.

"Well, well, well" he said, "look who decided to show"

Victoria snorted, "That's rich coming from you! Seeing as you were the one who left me!" "Listen love, I turned my back for one second and you were gone"

She snatched her hat from his hands and began making her way through the crowd.

"Where are you going now?" he asked, following her.

"Away from you" she retorted.

"And where are you going to stay?"

"I'll find somewhere"

"What'll you do when you have no money?"

"What exactly is your point?" she said turning round to face him.

"I can't let you stay here. Come back to the ship, the crew's on board and we're ready to set sail" he replied.

"And what if I refuse?" she asked folding her arms.

"I'll pick you up and carry you to the ship kicking and screaming" he replied.