Hey everyone! I swear, the whole adventure will start in the next chapter…I hope.

Chapter 3: Cheating

Rebecca helped the strange man walk up the beach and into the small outside houses of Port Royal. Only the poorest of the poor lived here but Rebecca pointed out the Governor's large house on the hill, only a small white speck above them through the trees.

"Does that look familiar to you?" She asked. The man stared at it for a moment and then shook his head, eyes straying to the fort and a dark chill passed over his face. Rebecca let her eyes rove the high walls and little red pinpricks moving back and forth.

"That does though." The man muttered as she pushed through the low door of her three room house, paint chipping away under her touch and fall in white flakes on the threshold.

The house was quiet, dim yellow light peering in through the dirty windows. Rebecca helped the man to a bed in her brother's room and then went into the kitchen, grabbing a small wood bowl from the scrubbed table.

"My brother could be home any minute now." Rebecca called. She grabbed what little food she could scrounge and went back into the room. The man was struggling with his wet shirt so Rebecca helped him remove it, her eyes widening as they settled on a large purple bruise running from his hip to just under his rib cage.

"Oh my…" Rebecca breathed as the man touched the bruise. It didn't seem to hurt him that much but she was still worried about it. "Here…" She began to rip up an old blanket but he stopped her.

"No, I don't want that." He said gruffly, pulling his legs onto the bed and leaning against the wall.

"Well…" Rebecca said, putting the blanket down and moving to his side. She sat down on the bed and stared at him. "Let's try to remember your name." The man closed his eyes and didn't answer her. "How about…William?" The man made a face and shook his head. "Okay, how about John?" He shook his head again. "Paul?" Again he shook his head. "James?"

He opened his eyes and stared at her. "How dare you." He said. Rebecca, unsure of his reaction, stared at him. "No…" He seemed to have gained his composure. "That's not it."

"Well, I can't think what to call you." Rebecca said. Slowly, her eyes moved to his arm and laid on his arm. There was a tattoo there, with a bird flying over water on the backdrop of a sunset. Underneath was the word, 'Jack'. "How about Jack?" She asked.

"I don't remember it." He said with a sigh. "It's not a bad name, really…" He didn't look convinced, however. Rebecca sat down beside him and stared at the floor.

"Okay, well, there's a mirror over there and a pitcher with water. Wash yourself up and by then I should have dinner made." She smiled and then left, closing the door behind her.

The man inside, newly christened Jack, got up and went to the mirror. A dirty, salt crusted man stared back at him, dreadlocks falling limply around his face. A bandana was pulled tightly across his forehead and various beads were laced through his hair. Black kohl ran down his eyes, smudged and halfway on his cheeks. He rubbed it off and examined the tanned skin beneath his fingertips. The two braids on his chin and his mustache were strange and nothing like a normal person would have. But…he kind of liked them.

There was a razor lying beside the bowl of water. He picked it up and stared at it for a moment before setting it down. He really didn't want to lose the facial hair but the beads and dreadlocks were heavy and awkward. Slowly, he pulled the bandana off his forehead and threw it onto his bed before slowly unwrapping the beads. After a few minutes his head felt lighter and slowly he began pulling at the dreadlocks.

He looked like a different person when they were all gone and smiled, astonished to find gold teeth in his mouth. He played with them for a moment before examining the rest of his body. There were bullet scars on his chest along with a long scar running up his left arm and a branded 'P' on his right arm.

He stared at it for a moment. What respectable man would have a 'p' branded on his arm? He was a pirate. Jack rubbed at it, disgusted but slightly proud of this new insight.

"Rebecca?" It was a male voice in the other room, calling for the woman who had been helping him. Jack stared at the closed doorway, hardly daring to move. "Rebecca?" The doorknob turned and a man stepped in. He was taller, taller then Jack with dirty blond hair. Sweat prickled his face and he smelled strongly as fish. He stopped in the doorway, his pack half slung over his shoulder, and stared.

Quick as a flash, the man dropped his pack and unsheathed a sword at his side. Jack sprang to his feet and grabbed his sword from the bed, holding it in front of him. Steps and fighting techniques flashed through his mind and he realized, if he had been a pirate, he would have known how to fight.

The man lunged with a growl and Jack sidestepped him, grabbing a bowl off the table and throwing it at him. The bowl hit the wall beside the man and smashed. Moving around the bed, Jack grabbed his shoe and threw it to. This time his aim was true and it hit the man in the shoulder as he came around the bed.

Jack leaped onto the mattress and was running to the other side when his feet got tangled in the blanket and he fell off the bed, hitting the dirty floor with a loud bang that jarred his whole body. The man sprang onto the bed to and Jack's pistol fell off and onto his stomach. Grabbing it, he pointed it up just as the man raised a sword. He stopped in mid action.

A memory suddenly came to him as he waved the pistol in front of him at the man. He remembered a dim and stuffy room. A young man stood before him, hair pulled back covered in a fine brown powder. Jack could see the pistol raised and the young man looking confused. "You cheated." The young man had said.

"Pirate." Jack could remember answering. A scream jarred him from his thoughts and he turned his eyes to the doorway. Rebecca stood there, shocked, surveying the scene with her mouth open.

She crossed the room and jumped on the bed which groaned loudly with her and the man's combined weight. Grabbing his arm, she tried to wrench the sword out of his hand. "Let me have it, Charlie, give it to me." The man let it go reluctantly but Jack didn't drop his pistol.

"Jack." Rebecca hissed, staring down at him. "Drop it." Jack glanced at her and slowly lowered the gun. The color returned to Rebecca's beautiful face and jumped off the bed. Jack began kicking at the blankets but just got caught up worse. Rebecca sighed, handed the sword back to her brother and then helped Jack get his feet lose.

"Who is he and what is he doing here?" Charlie asked, climbing off the bed to. Rebecca pulled Jack to his feet and tried to steady him as he tilted dangerously to the right.

"His name is Jack." Rebecca said. She smiled at Jack and pointed to the water bowl and razor. "Wash up Jack, shave and meet us in the kitchen." She then grabbed her brother's hand and led him into the kitchen. Shutting the door she turned to him and snapped, "You almost killed him."

"What is he doing here?" Charlie asked again, sitting down at the table.

"He can't remember who he is. I found him on the beach." Charlie rubbed his face hard with his hands.

"He's not staying here. We'll let the Navy have him." Rebecca shook her head.

"We can't." She said. "He's a pirate, I know it." Charlie growled.

"Then we have to hand him over to the Navy." He said, banging his hand on the table. "We hardly make enough money as is. If I go to jail…and hang, what then?" Rebecca shook her head.

"We'll keep him hidden." She said. Charlie shook his head and was about to say something when the bedroom door opened and Jack stepped out. He'd trimmed his beard right down to his chin and only a small tuft of hair was there. His mustache remained and his hair was pulled back in a tail at the back of his head. "Jack, I'll get your shirt." Rebecca said, jumping up. She looked at her brother and then left to retrieve the pirate's shirt.

Charlie stared at Jack as he sat down at the table. "I hope you're happy, you may have charmed my little sister but you won't get me, Jack." Jack's brow furrowed and he stared at him.

"I see we haven't got off to a great start." Jack said simply.

TO MY REVEIWERS:

erosgirl: Thanks for the review and I hope you liked this chapter. More soon, I hope. Keep reading a reviewing.

Flute Damioh: Yep, Jack has amnesia. I can't tell you anymore then that, that would give to much away but I left a clue in there that you wont get until you read more. I'll have more clues before I reveal it to, at least that's what I'm planning.

Chem: Thanks, I hope you like it.

Holliday1081: Hey. Yep, Jack don't know he's the sexiest pirate in the whole world! I hope you don't mind the few changes to his appearance. He'll get everything back later, I just had to show subtle changes and it is important to the plot. Yes, you'll find out what happened to the rest of the crew, especially Ana because she's one of my favorites.

Morph: Thank you. I hope this was updated fast enough. I hope you like it.

Johnny'shumiliatedgrape: LOL, yes. Well, Jack can't be immune to everything but he's hot so I can't do to much to him…well, I can but…LOL. Yep, it's inevitable that they will get married eventually but Jack keeps ruining their life in all my stories it seems. Jack, respectable! What kind of monster do you think I am? Kidding but no, Jack can never be respectable, he has to much respect for himself. I hope you don't mind the changes that I made in this chapter but they will all come back, their as Jack Sparrow as rum.

Oocssuck: Hey! Ana and the rest of the crew are…you'll just have to wait and see. Yes, Jack is just to hot to be majorly hurt…for long. I love Jack/Ana stories to. If you like Jack/Ana stories check out my other story Fated Parting, it's Jack and Ana and it gets off to a very rough start.

Jack-from-Cairo No, Jack's memory is shot but hey, he still has his looks. I'm glad you like it and I hope you stick with it.

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