A/N: Alright so far everyone is very intriguied with my story so I will continue with it. Here we go! Oh wait before I didn't get to mention that when Jasmine touches a person or animal, (or if someone touches her) she can see what they see. So she has a bit of magic involved in her case.

The musty smell of animal mixed with burnt iron greeted me as soon as I entered the room. I hadn't realized that there were steps and fell flat on my face onto the dirty flooring. The door creaked open and then closed shut again. The person walked in and tripped over me and fell down right beside me.

"Just because I can't use my eyes doesn't mean I don't need my head!" I groaned sitting upright.

"Well what would you be doing lying down on a floor missy?" A man replied, equally as ticked off.

The man then gasped and touched the side of my face. I was staring at myself, brown hair pulled up into a bun with several beads hanging down from strands of hair not pinned up. Dirty, ragged clothes, torn out at some sides which included the white shirt and black pants. My eyes glazed over, blindness.

"Jazzy? Is it really you?"

Only one person called me Jazzy.

"Jack? Dear old Captain Jack Sparrow its been awhile." I commented.

"Indeed it has been." He moved his hand away and I returned to the oblivious state. "But now is not the time to catch up. I need to get these cuffs off."

He shifted about, trying to find something that he could use to break them apart. The animal, a donkey most likely, cried out and gears started to crank.

"What did you do to the poor thing?" I demanded.

"Ha! They're off! Now come with me and I'll-"

Before Jack finished the door swung open again and creaked back shut. Someone else proceeded into the room and made the donkey stop.

"Who are you?" Another man asked.

"That would be a better question for me to ask you, seeing as I can't see you." I replied.

"What do you mean? I'm right in front of you." He said, footsteps approaching me.

"Are you?"

He stopped, possibly finally getting the hint or seeing something else that would cause him to avert his attention from me, which I was partially glad for. I hate being stared at.

"Is this your hat?" He asked.

Jack's hat! God, he's stupid.

"Uhh..."

A sword clacked, Jack proceeded out from his hiding place. No one messes with Jack's hat. Not even aboard that Black Pearl, he seemed to think his stupid Captain's hat was the most important thing on the face of this planet.

"You're the one their after, the pirate." The man said.

"You seem somewhat familiar have I threatened you before?" Jack asked.

"I make a point to avoid familiarity with pirates." The man replied.

His voice was strong, bold. He reminded me of Bootstrap, who, despite everything he went through, always found in necessary to speak up against something he didn't believe was right.

As the men fought, I reminicessed back to the good days of the Black Pearl, if I could really call them good days. I had been a part of the Black Pearl crew for as long as I can remember. Jack always refused to tell me how I came about being part of his crew, since I was very young during that time.

Jack was very strict with rules, but also fair. Bootstrap Bill and I became friends, and he would help me along.He saw Jack as a decent Captain, well at least no one could take his place. That's why we were both surprised the day of the mutiny. Maybe it was because once Jack dropped his hat in the water and he made first mate Barbossa jump ship to retrive it.

Whatever the cause, Bootstrap immidietaly voiced his opinion.

"This is wrong! Captain Jack has always been fair, why should he be treated in such manner?"

"One more crack out of ye Bootstrap and ye'll be joining Captain Jack at the bottom of Davey Jones' locker." Barbossa shouted back.

"But this isn't right! You're just a greedy bastard who wants everything for himself!" I shrieked.

Barbossa was clearly pissed off at me, and I just remember a grim smile coming across his face and then something colliding hard with my head. My name was being called, and then nothing. I only came to when Bootstrap dumped water on me.

"How's your head?" He asked.

"Feels like its been chewed on by a Kraken." I paused, noticing I couldn't see anything. "Bootstrap is it night fall?"

"No it's not. Why?"

"I...I can't see. Everything is dark."

That's how I became blind. I never saw the day they launched Bootstrap out of a cannon, but I heard every word and every plea being spoken. The cannon fire, the spalsh, and then the eerie silence that followed.

"Uh Jazzy, love, you might want to move." Jack's voice snapped me back into the present.

I listened to the direction of the footsteps and moved to the opposite end of where the men fought.

"Oh that's right Jack. You weren't there when I was BLIND!" I shouted at him, slightly annoyed.

"You're what!"

Glass shattered and the door shattered open. Several footsteps of people stormed in and guns clicked.

"Excellent work Mr. Brown. You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugivitve." Yet another man said.

"Just doing my civic duty sir."

"Well I'll trust you'll all remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped. Take him away."

Footsteps proceeded outward.

"Mr. Turner? Is this young woman with you?" The man asked.

So it was William Turner, I had found Bootstrap's son! But that meant Barbossa would find out where he was and need his blood to break the Aztec curse. I needed to guard Will with my life.

"Umm...yes she is." Will answered.

I breathed a sigh of relief and listened until the door shut again.

"I can obviously tell you're a pirate." He said quietly.

"Well then why didn't you rat me out to your governement so I would see the hangman's noose?" I asked.

"You're blind."

"Well if that's your reasoning then you are incredibly stupid. Still I did have bussiness to attend here."

I pulled out my sword, which was rusted and bent at the tip.

"I wish to purchase a new sword, one that's more useable."

"I usually don't make deals with pirates." He replied.

"Oh but I am no meer pirate. I can tell you everything you need to know about pirates, including a wee bit about your father."

"You know my father?" He perked up.

"Aye, I knew him. William Turner, and you are his son aren't you?"

I held the sword in my hands until Will reached out and took it.

"Don't fret. I'll pay you." I commented, sensing that was going to be his next question.

"What did you say your name was?" Was actaully his question.

"Jasmine Walsh." I told him.

"Well Jasmine, this might take awhile."

"I've got all the time in the world."

A/N: Alright that's it for now, please R&R and I'll try to update tomorrow!

-16aqua