Alrighty! Well, here's a new fic of mine! A fun new character! Yayyyy! Anyway, I certainly hope everyone enjoys it! PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Disney or Gore or Johnny or anyone having to do with Pirates of the Caribbean (unfortunately). So don't sue me.

Big Star

Rating: PG-13 for violence, piracy (duh)… a few pretty 'suggestive' situations and dialogue, and language

CHAPTER I: KYLIA

The night air was crisp in Tortuga. Mist swirled in the areas left undisturbed by the rowdy townspeople. Light shone from pubs and inns and sound radiated from them. The entire town smelled of rum due to the constant presence of scoundrels like pirates and bandits who never ceased their drinking. Besides the pirates and other criminals, whores, and barmaids populated the town. Tortuga was the place to go when you grew weary of robbing, killing, and plundering, and wanted to relax and drink and have some fun. Of course, pirates weren't just men; there were women pirates, rare as they may be, who also stopped off in Tortuga on occasion. One of these women pirates was Kylia Halen. She was down on her luck at the time, unfortunately, but wasn't the only famous pirate in town at the time. Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew of the Black Pearl were all enjoying their time in Tortuga. Jack longed for an adventure and was ready for an adventure and would welcome any offers for a journey.

"Hahaha!" Kylia laughed, pulling up her sleeve (it had been off her shoulder) as she left the room of the inn she had been in. "Yes, that's enough, you pirate!" She'd obviously just spent time with some pleasurable company… She was carrying a half full bottle of rum. She slumped down on the ground, laughing still, breathing in the crisp night air.

Jack was leaning up against the wall on the other side of the door Kylia exited from. She took a swig of rum and her expression changed from happy pleasure to annoyance. She muttered to herself inanely.

"Love you, Halen!" the man from the room called, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah… bastard…" she grumbled angrily. She looked at the rum in her hands for a few moments. Jack idly watched her. She angrily stomped her foot on the ground and started to chug the rum down. Within a few moments and one long chug, the rum was gone. "Damn…" She sat for a moment in thought and buried her head in her hands. She stood up and started to walk off (away from Jack). As she left, she smashed the bottle on the ground. Jack went back to watching people walk and swagger around.

Kylia turned the corner and made her way down the side of the inn. A door flew open and a pirate known as Anamaria, part of the Black Pearl's crew, exited and spotted Kylia.

"Hey, mate!" Anamaria greeted, going to Kylia. "Been a while! How are you?"

"Terrible." Kylia replied, rubbing her forehead.

"Why is that?" Anamaria asked, concerned.

"Suppose the word doesn't get around like it used to." Kylia said doggedly. "Mutiny."

"Oh, no…"

"Aye, remember my first mate? Thought he was my closest friend turns out that's not true." Kylia explained. "Basically, they left me on an island pistol with one shot and all that."

"How did you get off the island?" Anamaria asked curiously.

"Made a fire by rubbing two sticks together and then I burnt some crabgrass to make a signal fire." Kylia told her. "Luckily, a pirate ship came by and picked me up instead of a navy ship. Captain Cartel."

"So, what are you doing now?" Anamaria asked. "Do you have a place to go or a crew to join or something?" Kylia shook her head. "Oh… well… look, Jack's a nice guy. He'll let you stay with us."

"That would be great." Kylia replied. "I hate being helpless. Anything to get me back on my feet so I can get my Estrella back." They started walking to the Black Pearl. "I've never met Jack Sparrow before what's he like?"

"One thing: never call him Jack Sparrow. It's Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow. And… he's… interesting… Daft as a dog, but a good man altogether. He's really"

"No, no, what I mean is… is he handsome?" Kylia interrupted.

Anamaria laughed. "You'll see for yourself. "Oh, and by the way, don't make any indication that you're not pretty dominant. If you look dependant in any way, he might make you put out once or twice."

"Well, if he's handsome, maybe I'll volunteer." Kylia joked. They laughed.

They got to the ship and Anamaria gave Kylia the room next to hers the Pearl had tons of rooms, many unused. Kylia decided to take a bath and prepared it. She soaked in the large wooden tub for a while and decided to go back to her room. She wrapped a towel around her and stepped out of the room running smack into Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Oh, sorry." Kylia said offhandedly. She looked up at who she ran into and realized how good looking he was. He had the most beautiful brown eyes she'd ever seen. "Oh, wow, I'm not so sorry." she said with a smile, holding out her hand to him. "Kylia Halen. Pleasure hopefully."

Jack raised an eyebrow interestedly and took her hand and kissed it. "Captain Jack Sparrow, Miss Halen. Certainly a pleasure from where I'm standin'." He noticed how beautiful this woman was. She had the most interesting eyes he'd ever seen. They weren't blue, but weren't gray. More of an icy gray blue. Beautiful. Her hair was cut short to chin-length (which curled out at the ends when it wasn't wet), and was brown with a reddish tint to it. Her skin was tan from spending so much time in the sun. She looked slim and fit and had very long legs; she was also endowed with a fairly large bust (which attracted Jack's attention at once). "Might I ask you why I'm graced with your company on my ship?"

'Wow, this guy is good.' Kylia thought.

"Well," Kylia began, "I'm an old friend of Anamaria's. I'm sort of down on my luck right now, so she said I could join your crew. I'm a hard worker I promise." Jack was counting on this, though, probably not in the same way Kylia meant it…

"Tha's righ' tha's where I know you from." Jack remembered. "I saw you outside The Faithful Bride. Looked pretty distressed."

"Aye…" she replied. "Well, you know how it is. You of all people do. I used to be captain of the beautiful ship Estrella Grande, but my crew did a mutiny. Left on an island to rot you know the story."

"Oh, I know exactly 'ow that is. Terrible feelin'." Jack said. A moment of silence passed. "So where do you 'ail from, love?"

"New York." she told him, leaning up against the wall, ignoring the fact that she was dripping wet. "America was great. So strict about piracy, though. That's why I moved here."

"Ah, I see never been to America… too strict about piracy." he said. They laughed.

"Aye, their law system has some persistent jerks." Kylia added. "I think the price on my head in New York is the highest they've ever had."

"Oh, you must be proud." Jack told her, impressed.

"Very." she replied with a smile. "Well, it was nice meeting you." she said, stepping away from the wall. "Goodnight." she headed back to her room.

"Goodnigh'." he replied, watching her the whole way. She shut her door and he shook himself back into reality. He hurried to Anamaria's room.

"Oh, Jack." Anamaria said, glad to see him. "I wanted to tell you"

"Wait a minute I 'ave to say somethin' first." he stated. "It's about this girl…"

"Oh, Kylia… aye, well, she"

"Is completely gorgeous an' I'm thankin' you for bringin' 'er on me ship." he interrupted.

"Oh… oh, well, that's… good." Anamaria stuttered, glad he wasn't angry. "She's really a great person you two have a lot in common, you know."

"She's told me a bit about 'er. I like what I 'ear so far."

The next day, Jack went up on deck (incredibly early like captains do) only to find Kylia standing up on deck, watching the ocean.

"Mornin', Miss Halen." Jack greeted.

"Hey, Captain." she replied. "And call me Kylia."

"Kylia." he said, joining her at the ship's railings. "Tha's a different name what kind of name is it?"

"A good one, I like to think."

"Well, I mean"

"I know what you mean." she interrupted. "I don't know." She stared out at the ocean, the sun starting to rise. Contrary to the towel Jack saw her in on the previous day, she was in her usual garb: a white, loose pirate shirt that cut off at the lower waist, showing her midriff, black pants (worn around her hips with a brown belt) that tucked into brown, knee-high boots, and a dark blue tri-corner hat on her head.

"Level with me, darling." he piped in. "Did you join me crew jus' so you can get your ship back? Honestly?"

She looked at him. "Honestly?" He nodded. "Aye." She returned her gaze to the ocean. "I love that ship more than I've ever loved any man."

"Well, what say I 'elp you get your ship back?"

"I'm not sleeping with you." she stated bluntly.

"Well, I'm not askin' that I know what it's like to be missin' a ship." he told her, though, that did answer a question that had been burning in his mind. "I need an adventure I'm gettin' restless jus' sailin' around an' loungin' in Tortuga."

"Lounging, huh?" she asked quizzically. "Not enjoying all the possibilities?"

"No, definitely enjoyin' 'em, but bored of 'em." he replied.

"Bored of the possibilities!" she exclaimed. She paused for a moment. "Aye, me too… It's good to be on a ship again…" she sighed. "No matter how many 'possibilities' you enjoy, you can't really escape life. Last night, I really did try, but I couldn't stop thinking about how my ship is in the hands of someone else…"

"Ahh, I wasted ten years o' me life waitin' for the 'possibilities' to 'elp me fill me ship's absence. Never worked. …Can't say it wasn' fun, though."

"Oh, no, I'm not saying it isn't fun it's just not helping like I hoped it would." she said. "Ah, well. Life happens." She squinted out, looking at the end of the large pole that stuck horizontally out of the mast that supported the ends of the sails. "Looks like one of the ropes needs retying."

"Oh, really?" Jack asked, following her gaze.

"Aye I'll fix it." she said. She went to pole and climbed on top of it, inching to the end of it. She sat straddling it so she could tie the knot correctly. She retied the rope and looked back at Jack who looked almost a little tormented. She sighed. "Is that all that's on this man's mind?" she muttered. She cleared her expression and raised her voice. "Finished!" She climbed back on deck and brushed her hands off.

"Thanks." he told her.

"Anytime." she replied. "Thanks for the help with finding my ship. I'll give you 30 of the treasure I have on my ship for this."

"I can't refuse that." he said. They went to the dining hall for breakfast and came back up on deck. They set sail in cloudy skies. Jack and Kylia were at the helm discussing ship stuff when, suddenly, it started raining.

"Ah, rain." Jack said, holding his hands out to feel the rain.

Kylia stared at the sky. "Looks like a real storm…"

"Not big enough to drop canvas, though." Jack told her. The rain started to fall heavily and thunder and lightning came. Now it was a full fledged storm. Rain hit them harder and it began to be difficult to see. Jack's hands slipped off the helm and he fell over from the force of the storm. Kylia grabbed onto the helm in his stead and steered the ship for him. He kept trying to get up, but water continually splashed over on him and threw him back. He grabbed onto a rope so he wouldn't get thrown off the ship by the momentous waves.

She steered the ship for a good long time, until they escaped the storm. The crew breathed a collected sigh of relief when they escaped the storm. Kylia arrogantly leaned up against the helm, looking at Jack, who was still recovering from being thrown about so.

"You alright?" she asked, smiling.

"Fine." he replied, a little embarrassed, but trying to hide it. "I jus' got off my game a bit there… an' then I didn' want to ruin your fun."

"Sure." she said, tossing back her wet hair. "This ship steers funny I don't like it."

"'ey, the Pearl is perfect!" Jack retorted.

"Not as perfect as my Estrella." Kylia told him calmly.

"I don' even 'ave to see your crummy ol' ship to know that the Pearl is much better." Jack stated.

"Don't go there." Kylia stated. "You insult my ship, you insult me."

"Then I'm insultin' you."

"I hate you." she stated out of nowhere. "I officially hate you."

"Well, the feelin' is mutual, wench." Jack replied angrily.

"You want to settle this?" she asked, egging him on.

"I think I do."

"Alright I've got the perfect idea." Kylia told him. "We settle it with a little drinking game. Whoever passes out or gives up first loses."

Jack laughed. "Fine whatever floats your boat."

"That was a really bad pun, you know that?" she said, annoyed.

They went to the dining room and got out two bottles of rum. They sat down across from each other with some tin mugs. Kylia put her feet up on the table and relaxed back into her chair.

"You sure you want to do this, love?" Jack asked, pouring rum into the mugs.

"Of course." she replied, taking a mug from him.

"You seem like a pretty good girl you sure you can 'andle this?"

"Good girl!" she exclaimed, laughing. "Please! You don't seem to realize the extent of my piracy. My name isn't famous because I don't tell the people I rob who I am they don't know me in the first place, why spoil it? I've sacked seven major ports without getting a scratch on me. I steal, I lie, I cheat, I plunder, I deceive, everything you do, Captain. Besides, I can handle anything you dish out."

"Well, that remains to be seen." he told her. "I'll go first."

He chugged down the rum and gestured for her to do the same, which she did. This contest when on for a while. Kylia was getting a bit tipsy and Jack was close to passing out.

"You can't win, Chia, face it." Jack slurred.

"Chia, huh?" she asked. "I suppose you're winning, then, right? I mean, you must be more sober than I am."

"O' course I am!" he exclaimed. She smiled and chugged down more rum. He lifted his mug to her and started to drink his rum down. Unfortunately, that was the end of the line for him, he fell over backwards just as he was drinking the last drops and fell to the floor; out cold. She laughed and went to him.

"I think I win that one." she said, kneeling next to him. She looked at him for a moment. "As much as I hate you, I can't help but like you a lot…" They did have a lot in common and understood each other pretty well. Besides, he was completely gorgeous. Definitely someone she wanted to be around.

The next day, Jack woke up, still in the dining room. He sat up, rubbing his head. He was groggy from the hangover he was suffering and didn't want to stand up right away. He found a note placed on his stomach; he picked it up and read it.

'Don't insult my ship again. You were some competition yesterday, but no one beats me at drinking. Still, let's forget all that and try to get along. I can't say I don't enjoy your company.

Sincerely, "Chia"'

'Haha, I did say that, didn' I?' he thought. 'I suppose I enjoy 'er company as well… This should be an interesting adventure.'

Done! Okay, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I had fun writing it. I like Kylia. She is fun! Okay, anyway, PLEASE REVIEW!

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