A/N: Chapter 1... i was gunna post it in a few days but meh ah well r&r

CHAPTER ONE

Captain Jack Sparrow stood atop of his mast as he entered the bay of Port Royal, his hand held above his eyes, shielding them from the blinding sun. He glanced down at the bottom of his boat and frowned, he noticed that it was quickly filling up with water, 'Last time I borrow without permission.' He thought derisively as he leapt down and proceeded to bail the water out with a bucket he had found, 'Next time I'll be sure to find out if it's a little more sea-worthy.'

After a few minutes he looked up his eyes scanning the vast approaching docks, he narrowed them when out of nowhere he saw a body float by the side of the small ship. Curious, he leant over to examine it, what he was met with both shocked and amazed him. It was a young girl! A child no more than sixteen or seventeen at least! 'That's rather strange…' He thought watching as she just floated, face down. "Oi girl!" he shouted, "Are you alive?" she gave no signs of moving and he absentmindedly began to stroke his plaited goatee in thought.

"Girl! I command you to awake and answer me!" he shouted again, but still she did not stir. "You insolent child!" he threw an extra bucket out and he grinned as it hit her in the head. "That'll teach you!" he smirked and continued on his way, resuming his task of bailing water out.

He sighed after a few moments; he was steadily becoming annoyed with water bailing. He looked up and winced, hanging by three nooses were three skeletons, all pirates, above them was sign reading, 'Pirates ye be warned', Jack nodded his head gravely, removing his tri-horned hat and placing it against his chest, paying a silent homage to his very much decayed comrades. 'Poor lads.' He thought sadly, 'Such a pitiful end.'

He looked ahead once more, hoping that maybe the girl he had so rudely thrown a bucket at was alright. 'Perhaps I should go back for her…' but as he saw the docks approaching he changed his mind.

He climbed back up onto the mast for the water in the bottom of his boat was being difficult, it simply wouldn't empty! Once close enough he stepped off the mast and onto the jetty as his boat fully submerged into the water. 'Faulty bloody vessel, guess I'll need another one.'

He walked up the jetty, swaggering slightly, ignoring the small harbour master who had taken it upon himself to follow Jack, with his oversized docking book. "What- Hey hold up there you!" Jack stopped walking mid step and turned to face the small man, his eyes raised in question; a smirk spreading itself across his tanned face. "It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock!"

Jack looked at him incredulously as they turned to look at the sinking ship, the tip of the mast just barely visible above the surface of the water. "And I shall need to know your name."

Jack fumbled around in his belt purse, his eyes wide, before extracting three shillings. He placed them on harbour masters book, swaying before he began to speak, his voice was thick and the small harbour master could smell the distinct aroma of rum on his breath. "What d'ye say to three shillings and we forget the name?"

The harbour master considered the pirate's offer before agreeing, "Welcome to Port Royal…Mr. Smith."

Jack bowed in thanks and turned and left, a slight spring in his step, but not before seeing the harbour master's purse, he smirked before filching it, jingling it slightly and pocketed it on his own belt. He chuckled to himself and continued to walk on, now all he had to do was commandeer himself a new ship.

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She did not know what awoke her, whether it was the was the waves carrying closer to the shore, or the splitting pain at the back of her skull as if something had hit her there. Either way the harsh sun beating down onto her skin was what finally awoke, arousing her from her dream like state.

Her eyes began to flicker as she entered the world between waking and sleeping. She didn't particularly want to open her eyes, she was afraid of what she might see.

She felt the water lapping at her feet as she finally washed up on shore, and slowly opened her eyes. She turned her head to the side and found a bucket had washed up on shore with her, as she tried to sit up she felt the searing pain in the back of her skull again, perhaps it was the bucket that had caused this?

Her hair was matted to her face and thick tendrils, sand was all over her, she could feel the tiny granules moving through the strands of her hair. She winced in pain when she finally sat up, shielding her eyes from the violent sunlight. 'Where am I?' she thought, her eyes gradually adjusting to the sunlight, 'clearly I'm not…'

But she didn't finish her thought, her eyes had landed on the three hanging skeletons. She stood up, her eyes fixated upon them, and the nooses they were hanging from. "What spastic world has that mongrel bastard put me in?" she muttered before turning around, wincing at the pain in her muscles, limbs and skull, "when I get my hands on him…I'll wring his scrawny little neck and hang him up by his ears some where very high!"

She stumbled off the beach, her feet connecting with the warm concrete, she hadn't even realized she had no shoes on! Her eyesight was still slightly blurred as she walked along the street, not really paying attention to her surroundings. "Filthy homeless street rat!" someone muttered disdainfully as they passed her, she hadn't even realized she had walked into someone.

She was about to apologize until she glanced up at their retreating back. Her eyed didn't need focusing, the woman took up enough room any-way as it was. She was rather rotund, and the corset she wore wasn't even complimenting her, in fact, she had a rather large roll of fat hanging over the top of it, it looked as though it were going to give way at any given moment. 'Pigs in a Blanket.' She thought with a smirk, that's what she was reminded of as she watched the fat woman walk away, 'wonder what sty she escaped from? Clearly someone wouldn't have let something that fat loose…freely! Maybe she ate them…no wonder she's fat.'

She sniggered as she leant against a palm tree casually for support trying to figure out where to go from there. She looked about her surroundings, screwing up her nose in annoyance, she was surrounded by palm trees, water and sand but as she looked eastwards she could see the small town leering before her.

Her stomach began to rumble and she groaned she'd need food soon. But how was she to get any when she didn't have one single cent? 'F'n Merk…' she thought irritably as she walked away, her bare feet burning slightly, the heat upon the concrete was simply unbearable. 'F'n…' she started to run, hopping a bit, now she knew how fire walkers felt!

"You there girl! Shouldn't you be working at the Governors house?" a dignified woman's voice shouted at her, Reena thought the owner of the voice must have a pole shoved up there ass!

She turned to shout back at them but stopped, it was the Pigs in a Blanket woman from before! She narrowed her eyes into a vicious glare as she gritted her teeth together, she was thinking of what to say when it hit her. She smiled maliciously at the fat woman and lightly tapped her finger tips on her lips, thinking it over.

"Now listen here you fat twit! I don't know who you think you are telling me where I should be because I believe you should be back in your sty where you belong." She said her grin growing wider; the woman's face was going purple slightly with her contained anger, hiding more of her non-existent neck, "I don't even come from here! So before you start throwing your weight around, because clearly you have enough of it to share around fifty people, you should have the common courtesy to ask before shouting your fat mouth off!"

The woman's eyes were practically bulging out of her head; Reena was suddenly reminded of a toad waiting to leap upon its prey. It was obvious that the fat woman had never been spoken to like that before. "You impudent child!" she croaked, Sireena's imagery of a toad was confirmed, and it took all of her will power to not break out into a fit of giggles, "Have you any ideas of who I am?"

"No. Why? Should I?" She retorted in mock concern, "Wait can I guess? Now let me see…" she sized the woman up, inwardly gagging at her, "You're the president of Fat Fighters United!" she clasped her hands together as she smirked, her eyes twinkling in mirth. She figured her answer was highly amusing.

She could see that the woman was continuing to swell in her anger, and Sireena thought that if she swelled any larger she might explode and she didn't particularly want essence of Fat Woman splattered against her. "Oh and for further reference I'm seventeen so I'm not a 'child' as you so kindly put it, you however, you look as though you've well passed your expiry date."

The woman had clenched her hands into fists by her side, her face now a rich puce colour, Reena had to shrink back slightly. Her bravery was slowly dissipating the more the woman swelled up.

By now she was breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring making her look even more pig like, maybe even a pig crossed with a bull. "W-well it's the truth." She stammered her courage flailing.

The woman noticed this and a malicious smile appeared on her face, "Not so brave now are you?" she sneered, she was about to continue when a young man strode up from behind Sireena, "Ah Mrs. Winterbourne I see you've met my cousin, Leila."