Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
Author's Note: Hey! I'm really excited about doing this because I recently went to the POTC 2 premier and saw the movie and was really inspired to do this. I'm reassuring you all now since I get this quite a bit… this is not a Mary Sue! I hope you all enjoy! This is my first Pirates fic! I'm kind of making it up as I go along and it is meant to be the fourth installment to the Pirates films. I have no idea how the third film is supposed to go so I'm honestly guessing at everything. Unless I can't possibly finish this before the third film, then I will wait and finish it then.
Tortuga was calm in the morning air. The sun was barely rising behind overcast clouds and the pirates were crashed out along the muddy streets, passed out in their own drunkenness. The strong scent of alcohol rose from their breaths as they slept.
One pirate however was walking along the bodies in haste. He had a kind of beat to his step, rhythmic but quick. The mud splashed beneath his worn out boots. He rounded a corner and was now walking along an alleyway towards the docks. Only a few men lay against the wall watching him as he passed.
Suddenly a crash of barrels and boxes splashed and cracked in the thick mud. Someone had knocked them over. The wandering pirate whipped around alertly searching the dark alley with his keen eyes for whoever it may be that was following him.
His rhythmic footsteps picked up in pace. Splashing of mud was heard behind him, made by footsteps other than his own. He turned around. Nothing. Nothing but drunken men in their filth. He sighed in relief then turned and strode faster.
More footsteps were heard but this time they were the clicking of heels on a stonewall. They were quick. He went behind a corner knowing he wouldn't be seen.
A girl came rushing down the alley with her cutlass drawn. Her blackish-brown hair flowed behind her and her stray tufts of hair whipped her in the face. Her breath was steady but quite attempting not to get the pirate's attention as he hid.
Suddenly he swung out, slashing his own blade against hers. She bounced back and away, facing him with a white grin. He returned the smile.
"You think this wise, lass?" he called out, "Challenging the great Captain Jack Sparrow?" He laughed. She had a strong stance even as her boots sank in the mud.
"Aye! I be challenging you Captain!" she rang out with a strong feminine voice. Somehow this girl reminded Jack of someone he knew, but he couldn't quite place who or where he might've seen her before.
"Alright girl. Why challenge me?" Jack asked, standing tall.
She crouched, swaying her sword. "Fight me and I'll tell you!" the girl smirked, running off towards the docks. Jack followed her, turning corners and slipping in the mud at slick turns. He fell once hard in the thick dirt and the girl came leaping down with her sword. Jack pulled out his own blade just in time to block the assault. She swung down but was parried and she staggered backwards. Jack leapt to his feet with his cutlass at his ready. They circled each other like stalking wolves preparing to attack their prey. But hey had a kind of playful persona in this battle. This fight wasn't to shed blood but merely out of fun. The girl was especially playful, pouncing back and forth and smiling all the while, flashing her unusually white teeth.
Finally, she pounced forward with her blade raised, slashing. Jack easily parried every blow, swinging his sword towards the direction of her swings. They lunged back and forth thrusting their blades wildly. The competition was equally matched in skill. But how? The girl was clearly less than half Jack's age. Her swordsmanship was incredible. Her form was tight and graceful and the footwork was rather fancy and light-toed. She almost danced as she fought fearlessly. Her style was much like a cat's.
Jack parried yet another swipe. The girl fell back then took off running towards the docks again. Once again, Jack followed, taking a short cut. An opening gave way and Jack found himself several feet ahead of the girl as she ran along the wall.
A ship was at the docks with a ramp connecting it from the sea to the port. Ropes hung loosely about the ship and lying on the dock in short coils. The girl ran through the few men carrying barrels and livestock, leaping over boxes, and sliding through the sailors' legs. She turned quickly to see if Jack was following her still only to find her self knocked off her feet into the water between the dock and the ship by a strong force.
Jack slid off his rope onto the deck after he knocked the girl into the water. He looked over the side to make sure he hadn't drowned her. A couple bubbles floated to the surface as he peered over. He grew a little concerned as he got on his hands and knees for a better look into the water. Suddenly the girl sprang out of the water and shot a spray of water in his face.
He wiped away the water from his face then looked at her. She laughed then dove back under the water. Leaping to his feet, he ran for the rope, climbing on a few boxes to get a bit of height. He guessed she might climb up a submerged rope and as he suspected she rose out of the water scaling the anchor's chains. His footing was adjusted before jumping off the boxes and swinging onto the deck of the ship. It was rather slippery upon his landing as his feet slid from underneath him. He staggered to his feet and looked over the side of the ship o see that the girl was gone. A sudden poke stabbed his behind. The feeling sent him jumping around and shouting in surprise. He turned and saw the girl with her sword point aimed at where his butt was and laughing at her joke.
"You found that amusing, aye?" Jack asked between being annoyed and laughing at himself. The girl shook her head in agreement and said, "AYE!"
Like Jack, she didn't realize how slick the deck was so she fell in her glee, laughing even as she lay on the swabbed floor. Jack saw his chance to attack as he glided towards her poised to attack. But he didn't expect to find himself on the floor same as her in a mere moment. She had swung her legs in a rotational movement, knocking him off his feet and sliding across the deck and into some empty boxes. She slid across towards him on her belly like a penguin right next to where he had landed.
She laughed, "Alright mate, I'd say that was fair. I'm satisfied with your performance!" She laughed harder at the sight of the box sitting atop his head like a captain's hat. Jack looked at her with an exhausted expression. She stood up and held out her hand to help him up. "C'mon," she said pulling him to his feet, "Lets go to the tavern for a drink shall we?"
Walking back to the tavern, the girl looked over to Jack and smiled again. "My name is Rouge. They call me Le Rogue Rouge." She said.
"The Red Rogue? Quite an interesting name." Jack said. "So you live here in Tortuga? Or are you sailing?"
"I've sailed here and there. Had my fair share of swordplay and looting. Actually I was hoping to sail under your command, Captain."
"I suppose I can let you aboard. I'll have to ask you a few questions so I know you'll be worthy for my crew."