The sun was just beginning to settle, as the day grew shorter. The winds were dieing, so the swaying of the Barracuda lessened. Voices could be heard from both the workers on deck and the feasting crewmembers on the dining deck. Marietta was sitting behind her desk in the Captain's Quarters with her legs crossed on her desk. She was playing around with the locket around her neck, remembering the person who had given it to her. A tear rolled from her eye as the memories replayed numerous times in her head.

Then, a knock pulled Marietta from her thoughts. She kept playing with her locket, but held back from thinking. She couldn't risk showing any weakness, especially in front of her crew.

"Come in." Marietta called out, keeping her eyes locked on the window in front of her.

She heard the door squeak open and click close. Then, she could hear the careful, yet graceful steps of her first mate, Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy has been in Marietta's room so many times that Marietta has the ability to know when it's Poison Ivy and when it's not. Poison Ivy steps with the roughness of a pirate, but at the same time, the elegance of a Governor's daughter. She was, at one point in time, a Governor's daughter, but Marietta had kidnapped her for a ransom scheme. During their stay together, Poison became a dedicated pirate and a loyal first mate.

"Speak your business." Marietta ordered.

"If you don't mind, Cap'n, but some of the crew be wondering if we can make berth at Tortuga." Poison bravely asked, hiding the fear in her voice.

Marietta stayed silent to think. She dropped her locket on her chest and sighed heavily. Taking down her feet, Marietta stood with a purpose, placing her hands behind her back. She slowly walked to the front of her desk as her boots thumped across the wood below her feet.

Leaning on her desk and crossing her arms, she looked at Poison. Poison was bowing before her and her long wavy light brown hair draped over her shoulders, a reddish-brown bandana kept her hair out of her face.. She was wearing a long-sleeved off-the-shoulder white blouse with a long brown skirt and boots. Poison looked like a gypsy.

"Give me good reason for why I should be allowing this."

"The crew, including myself, are tired of our sea legs and would like to stretch out our land legs and we believe a night in Tortuga would be good for us."

Poison was one of the few girls who could still speak in perfect grammar. Marietta had to think once again. She, herself, had many enemies that were ready to kill her at first sight, but she knew that Poison was right. They had been at sea for months since their last raid had been a great success.

Then, she walked back to sit behind her desk once more.

"Ye can be telling the crew we be making berth in Tortuga, but only for the night." Marietta granted them.

"Thank you, Cap'n." Poison held back her happiness.

"Off with you." Marietta commanded, motioning her to leave.

After she heard Poison leave, Marietta got up and leaned on the frame of the window, staring into the ocean. Crossing her arms and legs; she couldn't help but think of the similarities between Poison and Regina.

"If only you knew." Marietta said to the wind.

Night had come faster than Marietta knew. By the time she left her room and onto the main deck, most of the crew was gone. She sighed heavily before walking up to the helm deck to look over the ocean and the town. Tortuga reminded Marietta greatly of where she grew up. Whores scavenging for their neck clients, drunks running amok across the streets, and even the animals that seemed to want to escape all the violence that was occurring in their small town.

Marietta hung her head in thought, but returned to look at the horizon. One ship caught her eye. It was the famous Black Pearl, the ship captained by her mortal enemy. She quickly ran back down to her cabin to grab her one-shot pistol and sword.

"Tonight's the night, Mr. Sparrow." Marietta said to herself confidently, sliding her sword into its sheath.

She ran back out onto the main deck, but heard something out of the ordinary: someone singing at the helm. She turned around, her hand still on the hilt of her sword. She could make out the figure of a person with dreadlock type hair wearing a tricorne and fashioning a pirate's wardrobe.

"Who be ye?" Marietta asked the suspicious figure.

"I think the question here is who be ye because I'm not mistaken this is Captain Crow's ship, is it not?" The figure asked back with a drunken slur.

"Ye be right and seeing as I, myself, am Captain Crow, I order that ye brand yourself before I condemn you to Davy Jones locker." Marietta growled, annoyed that the figure was avoiding the question.

"The name's Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, do mind you." The figure bowed, one of his hands still on the wheel.

A cloud moved from in front of the moon and the light illuminated the figure. There stood Jack Sparrow at the helm, being as smug as ever. Anger built up within Marietta's small body, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword.

"So the famous Captain Jack Sparrow was planning on commandeering me ship, eh?" Marietta asked, slowly approaching Jack, her hand at ready.

"You caught me, love." Jack happily said, walking his famous drunken stagger a ways over to Marietta.

"Ye best be watching yer step, Mr. Sparrow." Marietta threatened Jack, drawing her sword and putting the point up to the center of Jack's throat. "One more step closer and ye will be finding yourself at the bottom of the ocean."

"Parlay?" Jack asked, putting his hands up.

"I'm in no mood to be making accords with the likes of you." Marietta growled, taking a step forward and pushing Jack back.

"Well then, may I at least know my crime because this all seems a bit rash." Jack tried laughing off the situation, but only found the point of Marietta's sword closer to his neck.

"I have my own reasons." Marietta quietly answered.

Suddenly, Jack's eyes landed on Marietta's locket. His eyes widened as his hand pointed at the locket. Marietta took a quick glance at it, but resolved her focus with Jack's eyes once more. She was starting to get nervous, yet did not allow it to show.

"I reckon that locket was given to you by Kristoff David?" Jack pointed out.

"What business is it of yours?" Marietta wondered, lightening her threatening point.

"Seeing as you're about to kill me, there really is no reason in my telling you, now is there?" Jack sinisterly replied, a smirk appearing on his lips.

Marietta lowered her sword and slid it back into the scabbard. She crossed her arms, but kept her eyes locked on Jack. He acted as if he had won the battle, but Marietta acted as if she were about to barter.

"So what is it that you are willing to be wagering?" Marietta asked, finally taking Jack up on his Parlay.

"You and your crew join up with my crew, you sail behind me own, and I'll tell you anything you want to know about Kristoff." Jack offered, making wide hand gestures.

"I also want fifty percent of all of your plunder." Marietta added on to the offer, leaning on the helm.

"Twenty."

"Forty-five."

"Thirty."

"Forty-five and I let you keep your worthless life. Do we have an accord?" Marietta finished offering, extending her hand in agreement.

"Ay! Agreed." Jack Sparrow shook on it.

Marietta decided to interrogate Jack in the morning. She stayed by the helm as Jack went back to his own ship. Marietta couldn't believe what she had done. She had made an alliance with her enemy over a person from her past. She mentally slapped her self repeatedly before she returned to her cabin to turn in for the night.