Hey guys, this is kind of a filler chapter, so I can introduce you to two new characters! I hope you like it anyway. These two will be important for the later plot.

Chapter Four: Charlotte Reid

Charlotte made her way slowly down the hallway, in her arms three baskets full of bread, fruit and other sweat smelling food from town. It all smelled so good, her stomach growled loudly in answer to the smell wafting up to her nose.

She entered the kitchen and set them down on the counter, next to the large cook, who was peeling potatoes and cursing loudly. "Charlotte." He said, pointing to the pan on the counter. "Grab that and bring it here." Charlotte sighed, ducked under Eloise who was carrying a box of apples into the cellar.

"Watch where you're going, Charlotte!" She cried as one of the apples fell off the box, unnoticed to anyone else. Charlotte caught it, stuffed it in the pocket of her dress, and kept moving. Grabbing the pot, she threw it to the cook and then left the kitchen, looking for Mary.

The two had been friends for years and both had found a job here, working in the Commodore's large home as cooking staff. Tonight was a big night, in Norrington's eyes, as he was having Elizabeth, Will and Ruth Turner over for dinner.

The two enjoyed the apple for a while and then sat talking about many things, mainly the coming dinner. "I think he still loves her." Mary whispered, pointing at the Commodore. They could just see him down in the grass below, practicing sword techniques with one of his men.

"Well, if he asks me to poison Will Turner's food…" Charlotte replied. Smiling, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, letting the warm sun flood over her face. She had long, thin dark hair, almost black in hue. Her green eyes blazed in her face, exaggerating her finely chiseled features. She'd known her mother, Emily, until she had died a few years ago. They'd moved to Port Royal, from Tortuga when Charlotte had turned eight. She knew she looked like her father, which was what all the wanted posters said…

Charlotte's attention slipped back to the present as she heard loud cursing inside the kitchen. She and Mary poked their heads in to see the cook at the fire, flames spurting under the pot and smoke rising all around him. Giggling, she rushed into the room with her friend to help extinguish the blaze.

Daniel Morraine sighed and leaned against the railing of the Blue Sphere, newly christened Rising Tide. It was Bill Turner's ship, and a great place to work. Captain Turner crossed the deck and leaned against the railing beside him.

"Home sick, Morriane?" He asked. Daniel, startled, looked up at the captain. Nodding, he let his eyes wander away again, to the sea. "I was like that myself." He said.

"You, sir?" Daniel asked. Bill nodded and laughed.

"I had my brother with me then, however. My brother, Jack." A smile crossed his face. "You know what will get rid of your homesickness?" Daniel shook his head, eager and apprehensive at the same time. Suddenly, Bill produced a bucket of soapy water and a brush from behind his back, passing them off to Daniel who felt his heart sink. "Cleaning the deck. We'll be in Port Royal soon, so you might want to hurry." With that he was gone, making his way across the deck to keep tabs on the other men. Daniel growled under his breath and fell to his knees, working hard.

Night had fallen; Port Royal was bathed in dusky, quiet gloom. Will held Ruth's hand as he led her up the white steps and onto the wide, sweeping porch of the Commodore's home, Elizabeth following behind them.

"How do I look?" Elizabeth asked, straightening her clothes. Will smiled at her.

"You look fine." He said. Below him, Ruth nodded.

"Yes, mommy, you look great." Elizabeth ran a hand down her daughter's cheek and nodded to Will who knocked on the large white door. A butler pulled it wide and bowed his head, motioning them inside.

The house was about as large as theirs, only less grand and with the definite feeling of a mansion looking for a family. The butler led them into the main room and left, entering a side passage and disappearing from their sight. There was silence all around them.

"It reminds me of an ambush." Will whispered, making Ruth giggle and Elizabeth glare. Light footsteps behind them made them turn to see a dark haired girl, probably in her teens, race across the far end of the room towards the kitchens. She had dark brown hair framing a beautiful face. She glanced at them for a second, smiled, and disappeared. Will stared after her with a strange look on his face.

"What's wrong, Will?" Elizabeth asked, tapping him on the arm. Will shook his head, as though to clear it, and smiled back at her.

"Nothing…she just looked an awful lot like…" Norrington's approach down the stairs from the second floor stopped him. The Commodore was dressed in Navy blue, his white wig standing out against the fabric touching his shoulder. He smiled warmly at them.

"Welcome," He said in his usual monotonous voice. "You're a little early." Elizabeth blushed and grinned.

"We were unsure of the time." She said. Norrington shook his head, still grinning.

"No need to apologize." He said, coming to the bottom of the stairs and crossing the floor in a few wide steps. "It's great to have you here, no matter the time." He kissed Elizabeth's hand before turning to Will and shaking his. "Come, supper is ready."

The meal was laid out before them when they arrived in the dinning room. It smelled great, and made Will want to gag for some reason. Norrington was seated at the head of the table, Elizabeth on the right hand side next to him, then Ruth and then Will beside her on the left hand side. Will ignore the itching feeling in his stomach at the seating arrangement and instead, focused his attention on his daughter's meat, cutting it into sizable bites for her to chew.

The evening seemed to drag on, Elizabeth and Norrington talking animatedly about this or that. Soon, Will was left to entertain Ruth with fork and spoon shows which culminated in Will stabbing himself in the hand, much to Ruth's delight. She squealed loudly with laughter, making the other two adults look up at them for the first time all night.

With his finger in his mouth, Will smiled innocently up at Elizabeth who was watching him with a murderous glare on her face. "Mr. Turner." Norrington said in slight surprise, as though he'd just noticed him there. "Tell me, how is your business going lately?"

In the kitchen, Charlotte was just leaving with Mary for the night, her job over and done with. They walked together down the street, talking about many things, mainly how cute Will Turner was. Rounding a corner, they were just making their way down garbage laden alleyway, when a man stepped out of the darkness.

Gasping in surprise, Charlotte grabbed Mary and pulled her away from the man as he bore down on them slowly from the darkness. "Hello, my dears." He said gruffly. They couldn't see his face; his whole body was one big shadow. "I'm looking for Morgan Sparrow."

"There is no Morgan Sparrow here." Mary snapped. Her sudden spurt of bravery evaporated, she shrunk back to her usual size at Charlotte's side. The man laughed a chilling sound that made the hairs on Charlotte's neck stand up on end.

"Very well, Charlotte Reid then." Charlotte gulped but stayed silent. "I know which one of you that is, the little pickpocket with black hair." Charlotte could tell he was smiling at her. "Tell your father, when he arrives, that his old friend, Marko is watching him very, very closely."

"My…father?" Charlotte squeaked. The man laughed.

"Yes, your father. Tell him I'm coming for him and soon…I'll have his head hanging from my mast."

"Tell him yourself." Charlotte snapped. The man suddenly raised his hand, metal flashed, there was a shot and Mary fell to Charlotte's feet. Screaming, she dropped to her knees and groped in the darkness for her friend. Thick, warm blood smeared her hands, leaking from an unseen, gooey wound in Mary's chest. "No!" Charlotte cried.

"That will be him…and you, soon my little Sparrow…soon." And then he was gone, melting into the darkness of the alley way once more. Charlotte grabbed her friend's arm and dragged her back out to the street. Mary's entire upper half was covered in blood.

"Oh!" Charlotte gasped, "Oh, Mary! Mary! Hold on please." Pulling her friend to the wall of the nearest shop, Charlotte took off down the street towards the doctor's house. She cursed now, her given name of Morgan Sparrow. It had been the death of her friend and the reason she had hidden it from others and herself for so long.

To My Reviewer:

meowface: Thanks, I'm glad you like it. Sorry this chappie was so bad and so far between the others. I'm having such a busy June! Thanks for the review!

forceflow46: well, I'm now calculating how old Morgan is now and comparing it to Norrington. She's gotta be about Elizabeth's age so…u'll see. It would be funny.

Blackmagic: (Chapter 1 and 3) Did you really cry? Awe, that's touching. I was sad writing it! Believe me. Thank you for the compliment, you made me blush. Keep reading, this was a sucky chappie but it'll get better.

Oocssuck: LOL, I think Jack may have learned his lesson a little. Be careful around Ana! Oh, Ana will punish him. Men have to learn their places. Kidding, of course. LOL, if I were Ana, I would forgive Jack and get to the naughtiness…lol. Your suspicions on Liddy are very interging…if I had a beard not only would I look funny but I'd be stroking it in pondering, evil author thought.

Johnny-cakes-Depp: LOL, I love all the names. Yes, 3 women but there may be more. Poor Gibbs will have a heart attack, eh? Keep reading.