Disclaimer: Sadly as it is I do not own most of the characters in this little fanfic, though I do wish Jack were mine, he sadly is not. However, Kate is my own creation.

Author's note: 06/03/05- This is my first fanfic I have ever let people read that I didn't know, and also one I have not really read myself. Please leave review for I lvoe them dearly, or I think I will love them dearly. Anyway, this idea came from a dream, it was hard to write destroying soemthing I had come to love, but all wonderful things must die some day right?

The Storm

Winds howled and the sails flashed around violently, daring any sailor to crawl up the rope ladders and tame them. The orders of the captain were continually thrown out to sea and lost in her giant swells, which threw themselves against all sides of the lone ship. Blankets of rain covered the ship beating the men unmercilessly, grinning as it watched them run over the ship's decks. This seemed to be the heavens' way of stoning the wrong doers who crossed the line. All those aboard became deaf in the midst of this siren's song, attempting to catch a sailor off guard and pull him to the freezing death, which would be brought of by the cold waters of Davy Jones' Locker.

Struggling to stay aboard the ship as the cold water rushed over the starboard side, and would switch to the port, and back again, the crew had just barely managed to take down the sails, but were forced to cut one loose which had been far to wild to tame, unless they wished to be known as a former member of this ship's crew, and lost to sea.

The ship now was not moving as quickly as it had been, though they seemed to be out of the worst this sea so far had to offer. The swells were still throwing themselves against the ship's wooden boards, no longer reaching the deck itself and trying to drag away some company, or supplies. The rain however had thickened, and was no longer falling in blankets, but buckets of water. The sky seemed to be against those out at sea this wet day, and opened herself up to them, pouring everything she had over the ocean, her giant mouth drenching everything with water in sight.

Now the captain of the ship stood at the helm idly as his hair whipped around, the small collection of trinkets and beads thrashing around, beating his face, leaving small cuts that stung. His now pitch black hair began to resemble that of a drowned rat, now that the storm had appeared to let up, it sat limply on his head. The aged, beaten, but tough and durable leather hat that usually sat upon his head, was in a death grip of his fingers and a wooden peg of the wheel. The red bandana that hid under it appeared to be more of a maroon, than anything else. He gripped the wheel tightly, not dare letting go. He didn't want to lose his ship to the ocean, or anyone again.

His wicked mistress and her companion seemed to have taken a small break from beating his beloved ship. The crew as one let out a cheer thinking that they had once more survived another storm as a flash of lightening blinded anyone for a minute or two who had their eyes opened, as the thunder slammed its mighty hands together causing everyone to jump and look around, even those who claimed to be fearless, felt their hearts jump into their throats. They looked up to their captain as he turned the wheel away from a group of waves that seemed to be hiding a reef with swallow waters around some rocks, though you couldn't tell in a storm like this, but just best to play it safe. Soon the crew ran around and began some important tasks as the storm picked up, unleashing all her wrath.

"REEF!" The call came to late. The ship already hit the reef. Everyone braced something they found to be stable and prayed to live through this.

The captain's eyes widened as the call rang out and the sounds of wood shattering against the rocks echoed in his ears. He watched as the front of his ship slowly began to be torn apart as he gripped tightly onto the wheel. There was nothing more he could do then that, he was watching his beloved ship being destroyed in front of his eyes by a decision he had made, trying to keep her safe. He hung his head, looking down on her remaining, shrinking deck and let out a heavy sigh. His world only but an hour ago seemed perfect, clear skies and a good enough wind to keep them moving, but in that short amount of time, it all came crumbling down around him. Soon h his world had suddenly crashed as he felt the wood beneath him disappear. He looked to the sky and took a deep breath before he was submerged into the cold water. Within moments his body was flung against the rocks, knocking him out as his limp body continued to be beaten and battered and bruised. Through out cold, he didn't care what happened now, the Pearl, his love and life was gone.

The storm, to anyone who was out and awake, or alive noticed it was dying down. A reef usually signified land nearby. Indeed there was, Port Royal in fact. The beach was covered in pieces of wood that had once been the Pearl. Out of the crew of twenty-five, only two had made it onto the beach of this well known port. The captain was lying there bleeding around his head and tangled in seaweed and had a thin layer of sand covering him, appearing to be an odd textured skin. Ten feet from him lay the only other member of his crew that was washed ashore. Raven black hair covered their face though you could see a patch of red under a section of hair. They wore what most pirates did, white shirt and black or dark brown pants with leather boots.

Jack groaned in pain and slowly opened his eyes, growling at the sun as it burnt his eyes. Slowly the pain all began to crawl back and then go all out. He could barely move a muscle but was able to turn his head, groaning as he did, frowning at the sight of wood surrounding him. His heart sank deeper into the black pit, which it already sat as he looked around. It wasn't a dream, the Pearl truly was gone, and so far he hadn't seen anyone from his former crew. Painfully, he turned his head to the opposite side. At first he didn't notice anything but more remains of his ship. As his eyes adjusted he noticed he was no longer alone on the beach. He guessed that nearly ten feet from him lay the only other crewmember to be washed ashore. His burning eyes scanned over the body, first thinking it to be the body of one of the younger crewmen, but staring at the shape longer, he recognized the body as Kate. She had started off as a member of his crew and good friends with the only other female member in the crew. As time wore on and Annamaria had sadly left the crew due to unknown reasons, he and Kate had gotten close within a year, even become lovers. Though he tried, he strayed from her each time they had landed in Tortuga, though it was rare. He had discovered she had done the same thing whenever she found out. Neither seemed to mind a great deal if it happened, just as long as it didn't become habit. The past six months however, neither had wavered in being loyal. After letting those thoughts run though his mind he stared at her, watching carefully for any signs of life but failed to find any. He let his head rest limply in the sand ignoring the immense pain searing through his back and limbs. His eyes shut for what seemed to be an eternity until he heard coughing. His eyes slowly opened to see Kate coughing up seawater.

After clearing her lungs she too began to feel the after effects of the storm. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, shutting themselves quickly to the intensity of the sun's bright gaze and groaned faintly in pain unable to express it in anyway known to her or mankind, the pain she was going through. She slowly opened her eyes again and looked in front of her, since she was resting on her side. She looked over the wood chunks she knew to be the Pearl, and spotted her captain. The two locked eyes and stared at each other as the sun rose higher into the sky.

"Jack?" she asked weakly, forcing the sound to be loud enough to be heard. Jack looked at her surprised she could even speak. The silence once more settled until he opened his mouth. At first no sound came out, but eventually he managed to make some sound.

"Kate—" he groaned, glancing over her battered, slender form. "Ye aright?" he asked her, finding himself worried about the silence she had fallen under. After ten minutes had passed and he received no answer, he tried again. "Kate," he said, a bit more urgently. His body seemed to sigh in relief once she lifted her head up slowly from the sand. He saw her look at him a forced a lopsided grin that was as forced as it looked.

"Jack," she repeated, her voice dry and somewhat cracked like the pieces of his ship now embedded in the sand around them. "What happened?" She knew very well what had happened but wasn't sure what had happened after she saw the front of the ship beaten into pieces. She barely remembered running up to the helm, calling and yelling to Jack. He began to turn, but it went black from there until now.

He stared at her. Surely she knew what had gone on. He wished so much to wake up from this wretched dream, but the pain. He knew the pain was too much to be a dream. "The Pearl," he muttered, "she's gone." The last words seemed more forced than any others his had ever spoken, The words tore at him, his heart ached as those two words echoed in his mind as it played the scene of the Black Pearl being blown to pieces.

"I'm sorry Jack," she said, coughing up some water. She tried rolling to her back but it was pointless. She laid there and shut her eyes wishing that she had died. Anything was better than this, even the branding she had been forced to get by the East India Trading Company was better than this and she would gladly do it again if it would stop the rest of the pain. "I wish I had died," she said flatly. Jack stared at her with wide eyes. Though he felt the same way he didn't think she would admit to it, for he never would. He watched her eyes fall shut.

"Kate!" he yelled, wanting to keep her awake. Somehow he managed to push himself up slowly and sat up. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him.

"I do Jack," she said with a hint of sadness and disappointment in her voice. She tried to sit up but failed as she tried again and looked around from her new angle, staring out to the ocean and over to Jack, the two of them sitting there in silence.

The beach was littered in chunks of wood that they both knew belonged to the Pearl. From behind, a young boy stood there watching the two pirates lay there and then sit up, talking to each other now and then. He stood there with his mouth slightly ajar, as his eyes remained glued to the figures in front of him. In his left hand, he was carrying a small stick. There was a thin line next to the small prints of feet in the sand that led to him. He remained quiet as he watched them. The girl had said something and turned slowly as she and the boy made eye contact. Silence once more instilled itself around them and in the surrounding air. The man soon turned to see what had caught her attention and glanced over the boy and turned around, staring back out to the ocean. He grumbled something under his breath as the girl replied. The boy looked at the girl again, noticing a pistol and ran off screaming, heading straight to the center of the town.

"Jack, we should move," she said, as best she could. "He is bound to inform the guards." Jack turned to Kate, his eyes appearing bloodshot and tired. He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head.

"Kate, ye can 'ardly move. What makes ye think we can get out o' sight afore the lad brings the guards back? We can't run this time," he sighed defeated. "The Pearl is gone. There's no place the go or run to."

She frowned slightly and fell back into the sand. "So we wait then eh?" she asked looking over to him, cringing as she felt her muscles scream out in pain from her sudden movements, setting themselves aflame.

Jack didn't answer but fell back into the sand. He felt defeated. His life, the Black Pearl, was now gone. This wasn't like the time there had been a mutiny and Barbossa took his ship. He knew he could get her back; it was just a matter of getting off the island and tracking him down. It took ten years, yes, but to him, it had been well worth it. This time there was no getting her back. She lay in pieces around him and the rest was in her watery grave in Davy Jones' Locker, never to arise again. The navy would be glad to discover that in time. He looked up as the sun in his face was replaced by shade. He glanced over to Kate, and discovered her being held up with irons around her petit wrists.

"Looks like we caught you again Sparrow. Planning another remarkable escape?" asked an all to familiar voice. As he was dragged to his feet and the irons slammed roughly onto his wrists he looked at the man who had spoken and noticed it was none other than Commodore Norrington. The guards now surrounding the two pirates gave a hearty laugh.

"And you thought it would be difficult to find and catch 'im again Commodore," a middle aged soldier said, looking down upon Jack. "This wasn't hard at all, nice of the boy to inform us. And nice of them for staying put," he grinned.

Norrington nodded in agreement. "Aye, we should thank that Turner's boy for his loyalty." His smile seemed to turn a bit at the mentioning of Turner's son, though it returned too normal as the pirates were kicked, moving them forward.

Despite his current position, Jack seemed rather entertained with the fact that Elizabeth now had a child with Will. "So I take it Elizabeth went off with the whelp," he grinned.

"That's Mrs. Turner," he said, spitting at the last name.

Jack still grinned to the fact it bugged him so, though a bolt of pain surged though his working muscles. "She went off with him after all. How does that make ye feel?" he asked but his question went unanswered.

People stopped in the streets watching the group of ten or so guards drag off the two pirates to the fort. Whispers went on, on what would now happen to the two pirates the next day. It was common that he day after being caught, the pirates would be hung, but the way the guards had acted in making sure they wouldn't escape, it may be sooner.

They were tossed into the rock hard cell and left there. Kate groaned as her head came on contact with the cold floor, but wouldn't get, up, wanting to stop the movement and burning of her muscles. Jack had managed to walk in, but fell to the floor, slowly, and laid there, looking to Kate who seemed to be staring at the ground thinking of something, but he didn't ask. For now he would rest. There was nothing to fight for, or be worried about getting out, he knew his time would come some day, and he figured it was now.