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CHAPTER 1

Victoria Carlynton had seen her share of scandal. In fact, seeing her drunken father beat her mother almost three times a week was hardly frightening anymore. After her best friend, Elizabeth, took to a low-class blacksmith and a ship in the Caribbean, her world nearly collapsed. And of course, the fact that she was to marry a Commodore in less than two weeks.

Commodore Norrington was originally betroved to Elizabeth for a mere week until she found her heart was in another place. After she had left Port Royal, the Commodore started making nice with her father in the afternoons, when he was sober, and before she even realized it, she was betrothed under her father's orders.

Her mother had almost no say in the matter, considering the fact that at nights she spent at royal galas with her husband, and then hidden away in the cupboard for the rest of the night. The days she spent sleeping, shopping, or finding herself in the garden, which she started herself.

Victoria had a very formal relation with her mother, as with her father as well; the only friend she ever had was Elizabeth Swann, her childhood playmate since she was a mere babe. It was she, Elizabeth, and Will, the man she ended up leaving Port Royal with. Will was so funny and kind, she loved him like a brother. But for him to take her best friend away from her, that was something Victoria never forgave him for. Now she had no one, to talk to or share secrets with. She just had herself, and that was plenty enough.

And in a few weeks, she would have the Commodore as well. Not like he did much talking to her anyway, but at least she would have someone.

As she sat on her four-poster bed and looked out to the ocean ahead, she thought of Elizabeth. What kind of ship she was on, where she was, what she was doing. How she missed her dear friend. It was rumored that she was aboard a pirate ship, but no one was able to prove this.

Her thoughts were disrupted at a knock at the door, her maid, Jennifer, coming in.

"Good morning, miss; I've brought you some tea."

"Thank you," Victoria sighed, barely lifting the cup to her lips.

Jack lifted the periscope to his eye, looking out towards Port Royal. They should be docking by about midnight, hoping that his plan would all work out. He turned, looking to see Elizabeth and Will sharing a kiss near the helm. Will was such a great friend to him, he was glad to have him as a 2nd mate aboard the Pearl.

Elizabeth, despite her female procedures, was quite a nice addition to the Pearl as well. She kept Will happy, and knew how to work the ship when needed. She also provided friendship to Anamaria, especially whenever her "time" came about once a month. Whatever that was about.

As he continued to look on to Elizabeth and Will, he wondered if he could pick up a woman or two in Port Royal. Doubtful, though, considering that Port Royal was such a nice town. He didn't believe that any brothels or whorehouses existed there. And he would know.

He hadn't been with a woman in so long, since they last dropped anchor in Tortuga.

"Scarlet was good," he mumbled to himself.

At that moment, Will and Elizabeth had broken their kiss and Elizabeth was on her way up to Jack.

"Jack? Jack? Are you alright?" Elizabeth questioned.

"Just dandy, luv. Just lookin' out towards Port Royal. We should be arriving this night."

"Oh good," she replied. "There's someone I need to visit."

"Visit?" Will asked as he came up behind Elizabeth, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yes, Will. I want to see someone. But don't worry darling, I won't be long."

"Okay," he said, walking off towards Gibbs.

Night fell quickly, Victoria stayed in her room all afternoon. Reading, writing, and dreaming a plan up.

Victoria decided that this life that she was living, wasn't what she wanted. She couldn't marry the Commodore, but she couldn't stay in her home, either. She decided she was going to escape.

Jeffery, the young coach driver, informed Victoria that a pirate ship was planning to dock this night, pillaging and plundering. It was where Victoria wanted to go. She was to escape and become a stowaway!

As her plan unfurled in her head, the maid came back to her room. She had told Jennifer her plan, and was eager to help Victoria escaped. Jennifer had seen the way Victoria's father treated her, and realized it would be better for Victoria this way. In she carried a small laundry bag.

"Here miss, this is small, and you can put your belongings you are to take with you in it."

"Thank you, Jennifer, I couldn't repay you enough."

"Don't mention it Miss Victoria," Jennifer replied, beginning to open up some of Victoria's drawers and putting some practical clothes in the laundry bag. "I see what you go through everyday and I know how they treat you. You deserve this."

"Thank you again, Jennifer," Victoria replied, hugging her maid with her laundry bag in her hands. She looked out the window seeing that the moon had risen over the sea. "I'm going. Goodbye."

"Goodbye miss, and good luck!" Jennifer called as Victoria shut her bedroom door. The maid, sighed, and began to make up Victoria's bed for the last time.

"Alright mates," Jack spoke as his crewmembers were lined up against the ship's deck. "You know what you need to do. Take what you need, be back halfway 'till sunrise. If things start to look bad, if the damn King's Navy starts to catch up, we'll get out of here quickly."

As Jack walked down the line of men, he met up with Gibbs, then Anamaria, the Will, and--

"Elizabeth! Surely, luv, you won't be goin'!"

"Why not Jack?" Elizabeth pleaded. "I can fight as well as any other man and-" Will interrupted.

"Jack, I couldn't say no. I'll stay close by her, I promise."

"You're 'er husband, I should hope so," Jack muttered. "All right men (and women), get goin' you scurvy dogs!"

The crew jogged down the gangplank and ran into the port. Some had torches and others had their guns. As Jack gathered his affects, he began to go down the gangplank, but then stopped.

Jack had been in a phase for about a month now, he had been searching for something, but he didn't know what. Rum didn't satisfy it; neither did whores or just the amazing feel of the sea. Jack walked up to his cabin, sat down at his desk and lay his head down. After just a few seconds, he was asleep.

Victoria snuck through the garden, listening to her mother's screams and sounds of breaking glass. She stopped, thinking to go back and help her mother. But no. That was a waste. She had tried it countless amounts of times, but always ended up being endangered herself, getting a black eye here, and severe cut there. Useless. Victoria continued to sneak along the path, now making her way into Port Royal.

She smelled smoke, and saw many men running amongst the cobblestone roads. Some buildings were torched, others had broken windows and many had men going inside them, taking jewels and other items.

It looked as if a man with a gray beard and short, stubby, build was coming towards her, so she quickly ducted behind a building, into darkness. The man stopped, looked around, and continued to run.

Victoria turned to see a woman, who looked strangely enough like Elizabeth, carrying jewels and other trinkets out of the building.

"No…" Victoria said to herself. "It can't be, must be a mirage."

Victoria turned the other way and made way for the docks. Many large English ships were there. But farther near the end was an extra large ship, with black sails, and was old and weathered.

"That must be the pirate ship!" Victoria whispered. "My ticket out of Port Royal!"

There were two men, talking near the ship; they looked like pirates, obviously keeping guard. Victoria hid next to the Dauntless, an English ship anchored next to it.

She saw another man, coming up to the side of the ship near the top. He was an odd lot that one.

He wore a tri-corned hat, and looked as if he had strange dreadlocks as hair, braided with many beads and baubles. He had twin beards braided down from his chin. He wore a dark leather coat, with an open shirt tied with a sash near his pants. He had a belt adorned a pistol, sword, and possibly a compass. He wore large old leathered boots as well.

"These are the types of crazed people Elizabeth runs around with?!" Victoria thought. She listened as he gave orders to the two men.

"Go get the crew! Bring 'em back, we're getting out of here."

"Aye, Captain," The larger man replied as the two ran off past Victoria.

She continued to spy and see the Captain walk off the deck into the dark. She quickly crept up the gangplank, almost tripping with her large skirt on. Damn, she shouldn't have worn this crazy outfit. Hopefully Jennifer packed some more suitable clothing.

Victoria made her way up the deck, looking over the masts and sails. From far away, the ship looked old and haggard. But up close, it was actually quite…beautiful.

Victoria had only been on a ship once, and how she loved every minute of it. As she basked in the lustrous sea air, she threw he head back and laughed. She made it! She made it onto a real-life pirate ship!

But just as she was finally beginning to feel happy, she heard footsteps, coming up the gangplank. It was the crew, coming back to the ship with their loot.

Frantically, Victoria turned, and opened up the nearest door and slammed it shut. Her breathing was heavy as she heard men run by and yell out phrases.

"Pull up the anchor!'

"Hoist the sails!"

"Where be the captain?"

"Right 'ere," a voice mumbled. Victoria gasped as she slowly turned around. She saw the man she saw before, the captain probably, half-asleep on a bed. This was obviously the captain's quarters.

She looked around the perimeter of the room. It was fairly sizable, complete with a desk, a few chairs, some type of closet, dresser, a bed, a few portholes near the door, and a large mantle on the wall, stacked with numerous bottles of rum.

If I can get to the closet and hide, he might not find me until we're out at sea Victoria thought to herself.

She crept towards the other side of the room, cursing if she steeped on a squeaky floorboard.

Victoria was at the closet and breathed a sigh of relief. She turned the doorknob and slowly pulled the door open.

CREAKKKK.

"Shit!" Victoria whispered as she turned to the see the Captain, standing up off of his bed.

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