Aaaaaaand chappie 4. hope you liked the last one. A bit proud of it myself.

I don't own anyone except Keira.

Keira was just about to get up when a shot echoed through the ceiling. She hurled herself aside. The bullet pinged her goblet, where she had been sitting just a minute ago. Her heart skipped a beat. She walked over a picked up the bullet. It was hot. But she didn't care. On it, was a small pattern, like a hangman's noose mounted on a cross (think Egyptian ankh). In gold. She shuddered involuntarily and lifted her sleeve up to her wrist to see the same pattern, burnt into her skin.

She sighed and shook her head to get rid of bad memories but images of a tall man with a smoldering iron kept flashing into her head. She helped herself to somebody's drink and plopped down on a chair.

Just then, Will walked in. the first thing that caught his attention was her hair. It was blacker than the night with locks of silver in random places. It reached to about her shoulder blade. It was straight then wavy at the bottom. She spun around on the chair, whistling a haunting tune, Jack used to hum it too. He saw her oval shaped face. It was framed by her lustrous hair. Her eyes were poison green, lined with so much kohl it was comparable to Jack's. She 'pffed' at her fringe to get it out of her eyes.

His eyes studied her. She had a tiny frame, he could have held her waist in two hands. She wasn't voluptuous, and wasn't flat either. Her legs muscles rippled when she moved. She was wearing a loose you-think-it's-transparent kind of shirt, the same as Jack used to wear and breeched, stuffed into black leather boots. One of her ears was supporting a huge silver hoop. As he pondered over her, and turned back to her, he was surprised to find that she wasn't there.

Suddenly, a calloused hand clapped over his mouth and gripped his hands together. "keep quiet. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" a voice hissed. She loosened the grip on his mouth.

"Nothing." Will said. "looking for Jack Sparrows."

"what?" she asked and dropped him.

"I'm looking for Jack Sparrows." He repeated massaging his wrists.

"no I heard that." She snapped. "why?"

"because."

"oh just tell me. I'm looking for him too."

"you are? Well then, let's look together. I'm William turner, Will."

"ok." She said hesitantly. "I'm Keira. Sparrows." She added.

"ahhhh. You're not his wife are you?" Will asked, just making sure.

"nonono, cripes no. I'm his daughter. Only, he doesn't know me."

"ahhhh. Why do you want him?"

"a girl, even though she's a pirate, needs her father sometimes." And started to walk off.

"where are you going?" Will demanded.

"that's for me to know, and for you to find out." She grinned cunningly.

Will sighed and followed. "yepp. Definitely Jack's Daughter."

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