Warning: This is a time travel fic BUT I promise there will be no loud, hysterically in love, pop culture obsessed teens, nor any angst driven Mary Sues. So, wanna give it a try?

Disclaimer: Note that I do not own, I repeat, do not own anything that has to do with Pirates Of the Caribbean. Anything you recognize is not mine, but any material unfamiliar to you is my property.

Well, now that we got that out of the way, please enjoy!

Boutique in Paris, France

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The beeping sound was coming from the other side of the store and was pounding an insistent pattern in Aubergine's already preoccupied mind.

Jeez, I get it already! There's a bomb, but give me a minute to get there!

An irate Aubergine was currently executing a complicated judo move on the 300-pound man in front of her.

She watched with amusement as the guy's eyes widened in surprise as he went sailing in the air. He landed with an oomph on his back and didn't move after that.

By the time she had made sure the giant of a man was down and out, three more had snuck up and surrounded her.

"Well, really now!" said an exasperated Aubergine. She had just thrown a man three times her weight over her shoulder, not to mention she had a bomb to diffuse, and now his just as big friends had shown up. To say that she was annoyed would have been an understatement.

Honestly, she didn't even know how she ended up in these kinds of situations. One minute she's shopping for new clothes and the next she's being dragged into a fight!

"Oh, shit. No time to ponder my misfortunes then." muttered Aubergine. Seeing as the three armed and dangerous, would be NFL linebackers, had started charging at her.

The first had thrown a punch with his right fist, so she simply dodged left and let his own momentum carry him forward while her right knee went up to connect with his diaphragm.

The assailant had the air forced out of his lungs and went down wheezing. Aubergine managed to turn around in time to see a meaty hand reach toward her neck. She ducked and attempted to sweep his feet out from under him. Unfortunately, the attacker stepped away and this time had managed to grasp her in his chunky arms. But he misjudged her speed and found an elbow in his solar plexus.

Aubergine stepped away and blew her bangs away from her face. Now where was that bomb?

Ah, there it is. The bomb was hiding in a bin of…thongs? Aubergine started towards the overflowing bin, but was sidetracked as a massive fist connected with her left cheek. Aubergine felt as if one side of her face was on fire.

"Son of a bitch!" Was all she uttered as she got up holding the offended cheek. But before she could pay him back for that punch, the thug had pulled out some kind of remote. Uh oh… remote to the bomb I presume. It seemed that punch had scrambled her thoughts a bit.

As she made for the remote, thug number three pressed a button and activated something… but it wasn't a bomb. Kind of funny, as how Aubergine was half expecting a boom and one-way ticket to the great beyond. Guess not…

Many of the patrons who were still in the store began screaming and running. Aubergine looked over at the source of their terror to find a gaping hole (there really was no better way to describe it) where the bin of thongs had been.

"What on earth…?" gasped an astounded Aubergine.

She was so distracted by the hole that she yelped in surprise as she felt two large hands picking her up. As she struggled to get out of the grasp of the thug, she realized, with dread and fear, that he intended to throw her into said hole.

"Wait! Stop! I don't know who you are, but couldn't we talk this out like two rational adults!" Pleaded Aubergine. She had a bad feeling about that hole and…

Her train of thought was cut off as she suddenly found herself dangling over the hole.

"The boss wanted me to give you this." Grunted the thug as he stuffed an envelope in her rumpled Burberry jacket. And with one last sneer on his hideous face, he dropped her in.

Aubergine found herself falling, and falling, and well falling, but before she knew it, she found herself landing on something hard.

Commodore Norrington's office in Port Royal, Jamaica

As she managed to gather herself from her undignified heap, she realized something. Well, a lot of somethings. One, she wasn't dead. Two, she wasn't in the bottom of some large hole like she thought. And three, she wasn't in Paris anymore; she was in— okay, so she didn't know where she was. I suppose that's where I should start.

Okay, well, I'm obviously… in an office? And on a desk, a rather nice one too… As Aubergine looked around, she noticed that whomever this office belonged to was obviously in charge of a navy, or an army. Yes, that made sense considering all the charts and other paperwork. But that's were things got confusing. Everything around her looked as if it belonged in the 17th century.

Well, I could have landed in a museum… but then why do I smell the ocean?

Aubergine mused over this fact and would have continued looking around were it not for the sounds of footsteps outside the door. She rushed to hide behind the door as it opened. In stepped a man that wore an officer's uniform and wig. Aubergine noted what he looked like and slipped out while the man was still turned around. She also managed to catch the name of the man as he walked in. The papers in his hands were written to a Commodore Norrington…

Once outside, she noted that she was in a fort of some kind that overlooked the ocean on top of a steep wall. The surrounding palm trees and vast expanse of clear blue ocean water suggested that she was somewhere tropical.

Aubergine was confused and well… a bit freaked out. She definitely wasn't in Paris anymore, and from what she could deduce, she wasn't even in her own time period! How is that even possible? She thought as she made her way down to the docks. I didn't even know they could do time travel yet! That was a bomb back there in the shop, wasn't it?

Needless to say, Aubergine was very, very upset, and had a lot of unanswered questions. In her dazed state of mind, she had completely forgotten the envelope in her jacket, which could have provided some answers.

So, Aubergine continued with her frenzied thoughts until she once again reached the question of how she got into these situations.

Sure she could blame the government, but wasn't it her choice to take the job? It wasn't as if she didn't know the consequences. Vengeful enemies, being on the hit list of many terrorists all over the world, dangerous missions… and the list continued, but it's part of the job.

One might ask what kind of job entailed such risks. And to that, Aubergine would always answer, an assassin.

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Feel free to leave constructive criticisms, and If you're nice, I'll add a whole lot of Captain Jack Sparrow yumminess in the next chapter!