I've been working on this fanfic since my last semester of 8th grade, and i'm just starting to type it up. (i've been hand writing it in a notebook so i had something to do during math). So it should come in fairly long chapters, and I'll do my best to type it up as fast as i can! Enjoy!


The sun was setting once again as Annabelle Jameson stood staring at the horizon from the helm of the Bluebird. The wind tugged at her auburn hair as it thrashed from side to side in the breeze.

The closer she got to Tortuga, the more anxious Annabelle got to get off the ship. Love her ship or not, bread and rum was the only food they had left, and bread gets tiring after a while.

She stood at the helm of her ship, steering into the Tortuga docks. "Drop anchor! Raise the sails a little more! Come now, hurry!" she shouted to her crew, who quickly obliged her commands. She sighed. Let's hope this visit goes better than the one to Port Royal last week, she thought.

While in Port Royal, she had stumbled across Commodore Norrington, who seemed to have some kind of grudge against her. Hey, just because she stole all the money out of his desk and "accidentally" set his curtains on fire doesn't mean he has to put a price on her head!

Anyway, Norrington almost had her at the gallows, but she escaped the night before her execution. Annabelle smiled as she remembered the look on ol' Norrie's face when he realized why the temperature in his chambers was unusually high.

"We're here, Captain." Louis, Annabelle's first mate, said, bringing Annabelle out of her reverie.

"Aye, you lads may go do as you please until I need you again." She said with a smile, and in a matter of minutes her crew was on their way. She went back down to her quarters to grab a few things, then , her bag slung over her shoulder, she stepped off the ship as well.

Her first stop was to a small, secluded bar, usually avoided by high-profile people. She entered the pub, sitting down at the main bar as the usual Tortuga din met her ears.

The bartender walked over to her and smiled warmly. "Hey, Annabelle. Back so soon?" She looked up and smiled back, seeing the face of an old friend.

"Hey, Charlie." She replied, "Yeah, I guess Port Royal didn't work out as I planned." she explained modestly.

Charlie chuckled. "What did you do this time?" he joked.

Annabelle replied this time in a mock defensive tone. "Hey, I didn't know the curtains were so flammable! Cut me some slack!"

This made Charlie burst out in laughter, but he still managed to ask, "So what'll it be?"

Annabelle smiled wider and replied, "Well, I've escaped the gallows for the...thirteenth time...so how 'bout a rum?"

Charlie rolled his eyes and said, "So the usual, then. Coming right up."

Annabelle leaned back in her chair and grinned mischievously."Aye."

Annabelle had just finished her second drink when she felt someone sit next to her. She looked over to see a man she knew she had never seen before, yet he seemed too familiar to be a complete stranger. She dismissed it, and continued pretending like she didn't notice him. That is, until she felt one of her maps being slowly pulled from her back pocket. She looked up suddenly, turning to him and saying sternly, "Alrigh', give it back."

The man looked up, and smiled when he realized she was talking to him. "Give what back, love?" he said innocently. Annabelle rolled her eyes and continued.

"My map. I know ye just took it!"

He looked amused for a minute, and Annabelle ignored the mischievous glint in his eye when he replied, "Well, that may be, darling, 'cause you can think what you want, but-"

He didn't get to finish his excuse, because the sound of breaking glass ripped through the air, distracting Annabelle. She whipped her head around in the direction of where the smash came from, to see Charlie sweeping up a broken bottle and laughing a bit to himself. Annabelle looked back, finding that the man was halfway out the door already.

Annabelle threw a couple shillings down on the bar and took off running after him. He must have seen her, because he started to run off as well.

Much to Annabelle's delight, he wasn't as fast as she was, and she had a head start. She was gaining on him quickly, and as soon as she got close enough she sprung forward and tackled him to the ground.

"There!" she cried triumphantly, straddling him and pulling a dagger from her boot which she pinned him to the ground with. "Now give it back!"

For some reason, the man smiled. "Why the hell are you smiling?" Annabelle asked, a bit frustrated.

"I don't have yer bloody map, love." he replied, still smirking quite a bit.

"Why the hell not?"

"You're big on 'why the hell' aren't you?"

Annabelle sighed in exasperation. "Just answer the bloody question!"

"Because, darling, it's still in your pocket."

Annabelle's hand flew to her pocket and, lo and behold, the map was still there, just a little out of place. "Then...why did you run?" She inquired, making the man smile even wider.

"Because, love," he stated simply, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" he explained, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'So that's why he looks so familiar,' Annabelle thought. She had heard loads of stories about him, and wondered why she didn't recognize him.

"Um, love?" Jack asked hesitantly, after a long moment of silence. "Would ye mind getting off me now?"

Annabelle looked down to see that she still had Sparrow pinned to the ground. She pulled her dagger out and put it back in her boot, but then stopped before she got off him. "Actually," she began, her eyes shining with defiance, "I'd much rather see the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow fight his way out of this one." she finished with a smirk.

Annabelle saw Jack's smile fade a little as he studied her for a moment. For about a fraction of a second, she thought she saw a glint of admiration in his eyes, but it disappeared when, all of a sudden he sat up and flipped Annabelle under him, pinning her to the ground as she had him moments before.

"Now, that wasn't fair." Annabelle pouted stubbornly, to which Sparrow replied,

"Pirate."

Jack studied Annabelle for another minute or two before asking, "What's your name, darling?"

Annabelle sat there for a minute, contemplating wether she should tell him or not. Hell, why shouldn't she? "Captain Annabelle Jameson." Sparrow looked surprised, as if he would have never guessed a woman her age could manage to captain a ship.

"And your ship?" he asked in a disbelieving tone.

"The Bluebird. She's my pride and joy, and she's in the docks right now if you want proof." Annabelle shot back matter-of-factly.

Sparrow laughed. "No, love. I believe you." He got up and offered Annabelle his hand to help her up. However, she ignored his gesture and got up by herself. Jack scowled at her, and she grinned back at him, walking away.


So, what do you think? Reviews are always appreciated! That's all for now! Toodles!

3, Tara