A/N: Any character or theme or name and anything else from the movie I DO NOT OWN. The plot for this story I do own, as well as Veriea and the species Forenien. These two are my creatations and mine alone so NO TOUCHIE! If anyone rips off my character or species I will send the real Veriea after them; she may not be a blood hound but she will still find you.

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To InTooDepp, glad you apreciate the pronouncation, I figured it would be helpful as I like making weird and wonderful names.

To Gaeliceyes, I read in a fan fic that PotC was set in the 17th century, which is actualy the 1600's, the 1700'swere the 18th century. If the century is incorrect I appoligise. I was going on what I knew and guessed at the exact year. If you have information on the correct year I will gladly fix the error.

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Pronouncation:

Veriea: Verr-ree-a(i)

Forenien: For-en-ee-en

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Chapter 5 – The Mage.

"No, probably not." Veriea agreed. "I can stay a fox as long as I want but I can't do that with my human form. I have to become the fox once a day and if don't I seem to go a bit, well, feral."

"Is that is?" He asked, exasperated and then wished he hadn't.

"I get stuck as a fox for a couple days when, err – um…….'once a month'……" She tried to look anywhere but at Jack as she said this, very glad her fur was red so that her blush wasn't noticeable.

"Gods, I dun wanna know." Jack muttered, kneading his temples. "This is exactly why you shouldn't bring women on ships."

"But I have perks," Veriea said, trying to look cute. "I can heal people…and I can see in the dark really good…and I can do this!"

She pulled one of her shirts, seemingly, out of thin air.

"How the bloody Hell did you do that?" Jack asked, his eyebrows almost disappearing under his hat.

"Not a clue but I can do it." She shrugged. "It's one of the first things I found I could do after I changed; it's how I carry all my stuff with me.

"Well, you just proved that you're worth the extra trouble."

"It's funny, when I was little I always wanted to be a pirate." She giggled.

"Well let's figure out how to keep your little secret from the rest of the crew and then you can be a pirate." Jack reasoned.

She looked at him and blinked.

"Why do I have to keep it a secret? I mean, if I'm going to be using my other magic why do we have to keep that a secret?"

"Well, let's just say we recently had a run in with a curse and while your other, wotcha' call it, is beneficial, the crew won't like the changing thing and a quite likely to throw you overboard without a second thought."

"Gee, that's comforting." She grimaced.

"Tha's life luv." Jack grinned. "So any thoughts?"

"The simplest thing would be for me to just sleep as a fox and remain human during the day but that would mean I need private sleeping quarters and if I remember anything about ships, it's that the crew have shared quarters." Veriea pondered.

"That's easy to solve," Jack said as he rummaged around for one of his bottles of rum. " Just stay in here. No one allowed in with out my say so."

"Sorry but I don't think I trust you that much, Jack."

"Please, even pirates have some scruples and that's Captain to you, now. You're safe with me and being Captain Jack Sparrow, my presence is a deterrent for others who might have less inhibitions as me. Savvy?" He grinned at her, now brandishing a bottle of rum. "Drink luv?"

"Uh, no. I've never had anything stronger thaｎ coffee and alcohol isn't good on an empty stomach." She wasn't so sure she trusted his intentions either.

"Suit yourself luv." He knocked back an eighth of the bottle in one go. "I suggest you learn to like the drink though, if you want to be a pirate."

"I've already thought of that; I can pretend to be a mage from Cyprus. That explains the magic, means I don't have to drink alcohol andit can cover my monthly disappearances." She said smugly.

"Cyprus? Never heard of it." Jack slurred, half the rum gone already.

"Well, that means the rest aren't likely to have either." She grinned.

"Clever luv, even better than my plan."

"What's your plan?" Veriea asked, curious.

Jack leaned closer in a conspiritive manner, motioning for her to do the same and then looped an arm around her shoulders.

"I go out, get everyone completely drunk off their faces and then no one remembers where you came from…but I like your plan better; more rum for me."

Veriea resisted the urge to roll her eyes and raised a hand to stifle a giggle, disguising it as a cough.

"Well I suppose we should get on with it." She prompted.

"Right you are luv."

Jack straightened up and did something with the tips of his mustache while Veriea returned to her human form.

This was it. She was final going to re-enter the social world, maybe as a pirate(and possibly somehow lost in time), but she saw that as a way to get revenge on the world for being so unfairly cruel to her. It had made her what she was, a freak and an outcast and now she was going to get her own back.

Jack led out the door and Veriea followed, head held high, trying not to show how nervous she was; one person was a big deal after 6 years of having to hide from the world, this was an entire crew of people. It seemed like an age before anyone noticed that she was there and when they did they stopped.

"Listen up everybody," Jack slurred loudly and those who weren't already looking craned their heads around to see. "We've got ourselves a new crew member. Her name's Veriea Faux and she-"

"Don't tell us you've brought another woman on the ship!"

- End Ch 4

Yes, I'm very evil. Hope you liked it and the next chapter is on it's way!