Author's note: Hi people, I thought I'd write a POTC fanfic- quite frankly there are too many hp ones! So I thought up a story, and here it is! Sorry I haven't done a comment before lol, this is my first fic. Hope you all like it, and thanks to the commenters!

Chapter 3- Scarlet

"OI! OIIII! In the name of the Lord Scarlet, WAKE UP! I need to clean the floor and you lying on it ai'nt gonna help me darlin'"

A small grunt came from the tatty blanket on the ship's floor. Bobbsy (as he was known on the ship) sighed, reached down, and tugged at the blanket. A hand crept out of the folds and pulled back, and a small groan came from inside. Bobbsy pulled harder. The lump pulled harder. This continued for a few minutes, then in true Bobbsy style, he took a long piece of rope, tied one end tightly around the end of the blanket, and the other round one of the spokes on the ship's wheel. Then, in one quick movement, he spun the wheel as hard as he could. There was a screech from the blanket, as it was pulled across the floor, taking its contents with it. Finally, the lump gave way, and the blanket flew off, to be deftly caught in Bobbsy's hand. He smiled triumphantly.

"Mornin my lovely!"

"You're inhuman! You're pure evil Bobbsy!"

Bobbsy took a bow "Why thank you my dear"

The girl sighed heavily, and shuffled over to her cabin. She opened the door and collapsed into her chair. Just because this had become a frequent occurrence (it happened every morning), it didn't make it any less tiring. Bloody Bobbsy. Scarlet looked lazily around the room, catching sight of herself in the mirror. She sighed, and pulled her dark glossy hair back into a simple plait, leaving a few strands out, for fiddling with. She rubbed her dark brown eyes, in an attempt to wake herself up a bit more, and splashed water over her heart shaped face. She washed herself, pulled on her trusty white shirt and brown trousers, and pushed her feet into her comfy brown boots. Time to face the day, she thought.

She opened the door, a broad, rather fake smile on her face, which showed off her perfectly straight set of white teeth. She bent down towards Bobbsy, who hadn't noticed her presence yet, and shouted "THANKS FOR THE WAKEUP MY LOVELY!" Bobbsy physically jumped, then smiled the smile she loved. Bobbsy was an good friend, who had been with her ever since she'd joined the ship. She'd joined The Swooping Swallow about seven months ago now. Strange name, she knew, but the people on the ship were lovely. She couldn't wish for a better crew. But out of them all, Bobbsy was her best friend. He was like a father, a brother and a friend rolled into one. He was great.

"So where are we?" Scarlet clambered up the rigging to get a better view of their surroundings. Sea, sea, more sea….land! She pulled out her telescope to get a better look. Quite a nice place she thought…quite friendly…nice community…stupid people marching round in suits- they'd be good for a bit of fun…big house and fort… good jetty for mooring the boat…

Bobbsy saw Scarlet looking interestedly at Port Royal. "Port Royal" he said. "Nice place. Not good for us though".

Scarlet, still looking, said "Ahh, you mean they're not too keen on pirates?" Bobbsy sighed.

"That's one way of looking at it." Scarlet looked at him enquiringly. Bobbsy continued.

"Basically, there's this bloke Norrington who hates anyone branded with the pirate mark, and will have them hanged".

"Well then, it's a good job I'm not branded yet!" Scarlet leapt up to the wheel, and shouted "CREWWWW!" at the top of her voice. One head popped out from the crow's nest, a few doors opened and heads popped out of them. There was uproar of "SCARLET?"- It was tradition if the crew was called for them to call the name of the caller (if that makes sense). It was a tradition Scarlet would miss.

"I've got a proposal. I propose that we take a slight detour to Port Royal, so that I can…leave the ship. As you all know, I'm on a mission for answers, and I have a feeling that they're there, in Port Royal. So, any objections or opinions?" Scarlet looked round in apprehension. This was the moment when her whole plan could be demolished.

After a pause, Bobbsy spoke up. "I'll be goin' with Scarlet- can't leave you on your own now can I! He put his arm round her shoulder and smiled protectively. "Any objections?" he asked. The crew shook their heads, and so then started the farewell party. Scarlet looked out to sea, towards Port Royal, and whispered, "I know you're there, I can feel it", and rubbed the silver pendant strung around her neck- a tiny bird, with an S engraved on its body.