OK, I said no more original stories until I finished the sequals, but this one just popped into my mind. I shall finsish Jez, then this, and finally do the sequals. I wouldl ike the viewers to tell me which one to do first. It shall be by the most requested.

Chapter one: Attack

Then warm sea breeze was refreshing, and blew my red hair around like a string. I sat on the deck of the Sea Mermaid, writing in my new journal. My father had given it to me when I left Ireland, saying I need to keep my thoughts in one place, and not have them running around, causing havoc. My quill was scratching delightfully, and I was lost in my own thoughts.

"Ma'am?" A voice said above me. I looked up to see the handsome face of James Smith. His blonde hair that fell just to his collar was also blown about in the wind. His clear blue eyes seemed sharper then usual. As I squinted up to get a better view of his features(the sun was just overhead), my heart was pounding. I was surprised he didn't hear the dull thuds that felt like my heart was hitting the wall of my chest.

"Oh, James," I said, a bit flustered. I was in a stained smock that did not suit me well, an ugly orange color that clashed horribly with my bright red hair. "I've been painting, and then I decided to write," I explained, and he helped me up from my seat.

"May we walk?" He asked, and offered his arm. I graciously took it, marveling at his warmth that radiated from his body.

"So," He said, as we began walking the length of the great merchant ship that retired, and was now carting about passengers to the Carribean and from England, and vice versa. "You never told me why you are heading to...what was it? Oh yes, Port Royal..."

"Well, my father, thought there might be something better for me there. Only Lord knows what. He will be joining me when I get a house, and get settled down. He has hopes that by that time, I might have...prospects." My eyes went down, and my lashes veiled the look that said, I didn't want prospects...I wanted Mr. Smith.

"And you are from Ireland, I presume," He said, nodding to my hair, and pale skin. "But I do not see how you could have black eyes?" I laughed.

"Well, you see, my mother, she had a bit of Spanish blood in her." I said, and my heart sunk at the thought of my dear mother.

"Ah, that could explain it." He said, and he was about to say more, when a cry came from the crows nest.

"PIRATES!" The man yelled as loud as he could. The passengers on board started scrambling around, and I saw a massive black ship on the horizon, very quickly making its way towards us. In an instant, James had taken my hand and was dragging me away from the deck, and down below to my small cabin.

"Stay here!" He said in a firm voice. "Do not come out, I will come and get you, alright?" He made to leave, then checked himself. Suddenly his lips were on mine, and then he was gone again. I sat down on my bunk, and stared at the door.

Pirates! The idea intrigued me, then also scared me half to death. I wondered if this ship had any artillary. But just as I was thinking that, I heard a loud cannon fire. It took me a moment to register that it was our ship that had shot the cannon. It was so loud, the cannons, that I dived in my bunk, and put the pillow over my head. I stayed that way until everything was suddenly silent. I slowly crept out from the bed, and listened hard, to see if I could hear anyone coming.

I did. I heard heavy footsteps, and I thought, It must be James! I ripped off the smock and quickly threw on a better dress. A blue one that went well with every part of my body. Just as I was aranging my hair, the door swung opened, and I screamed.

"Bloody hell woman!" A very scruffy and odd looking man cried, shielding his face, as if I hit him. "I come in here, thinking I found a beautiful sea siren, and she screamed like a banshee...You culd have caused me hearing damage, you know." I backed up, until I hit my bed, and fell over on it. This man was very off looking. He had dreds, with little things woven into them. HIs hat covered a high forehead, and shaded dark brown eyes. He had some slight stuble, and his little animal growing on his chin was braided in two braids. His clothes were a bit ripped and torn, and he had a swager, like he was perpetually drunk. I swallowed.

"Please, take whatever you want, but don't kill, or rape me," I said in a weak voice. I threw his head back and laughed. It was a nice laugh, but I was so petrified.

"Love, I wouldn't ever touch a woman like that." He took a few steps towards me, and when he saw me flinch, checked himself. "The name is Captain Jack Sparrow, I suppose you heard of me?" He saked proudly.

"Er..." I thought...no that name didn't ring any church bells. "No, I don't think so."

"You 'dont think so'? I am the most feared pirate in these waters. Where are you from, woman?" I opened my mouth, that shut it with a little "clup".

"I asked you a question." He said, his face slowly turning sour, from his happy mood.

"Ireland." I finally spat out. He didn't say or do anything, but stood there staring at me.

"Where is James?" I asked, thinking he might know where my beloved was. Well, he wasn't really my beloved, but I really really felt something for him.

"Describe him." He said shortly. He put his finger to his chin, concentrating.

"Well, he has longish wavyish hair, a light blonde color, that is almost golden in the sunlight. His eyes are the clearest of sea blue, and turn dark when he is mad. And he is very tall. His lips are--" He cut me off.

"Jesus, woman," He said disgusted. "What, do you love him? I think I know who your talking about. Sort of a dishy bloke, yeah? He is in the brig at this moment. With the rest of the crew." He said it so casually, I almost didn't catch it. But when I did, I shot up from my position on the bed.

"Whatdoyoumeanheisinjail!" I screamed in a rush. "Whathappenedtothecrew? Didyoureallycapturethemall?" IT took him a moment to decifer what I said.

"Yeah, we did. But, now that I see you are part of the passengers, you are coming back with me on my ship. I shall put you in the first mates cabin, which is farely large, with the rest of the women who were taken hostage." He put his hand on my shoulder and started to steer me out and up onto the deck.

"Are you going to let us go?" I demanded, after slipping in a bit of bloody and water.

"Maybe. Do you have any family who is willing to pay your ransom?" I bit my lip. My father could never afford paying ransom for me. I was the one who was supposed to be making money for us both, so we could be comfortable in Port Royal.

"No," I said quietly. A look of pity flashed so briefly, that I thought I imagined it.

"Then, you will stay aboard, untill you do have someone." He said, looking forward.

"This is insane!" I cried, trying to pull away from his grip on my shoulder. "You cant do this! Its againts the law!"

"Listen woman," He said, grabbing my forearm, and giving me a shake. "We are pirates. We do whatever the hell we want to do. Who cares if it is againts the law. Makes it more fun anyhow. So, if you corroperate, you will have a better chance of survival. There are only one rule that applies. And that is what we can and cant do. So, make your choice. Dy here of starvation, or come onto my ship, and live until someone has enough money to pay your way home safely." I looked around wildly. Hoping some sailor on the merchant ship would come up and punch this guy to let me free. But none came. I believed this man when he said the crew was down in the brig captured.

"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. He took a rope from one of the sails, and grabbed me by the waist. He swung from the merchant ship, to the great black one that was just besides it. I screamed in terror, but it was over before I knew it.

"Welcome to the Black Pearl, Miss--?"

"Shane. My name is Mackensy Shane." I said, holding my head up hight.

"Well, Mack, welcome aboard the Black Pearl." I shuddered.