I climbed over the side of the ship Sparrow and Will were sailing away on.

Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way! We'd have had a hard time of it by ourselves!" Jack shouted. A man was swinging over. I snatched up a pistol from off the deck and shot the rope. I noticed Sparrow and Will looking at me in shock but ignored them briefly as I headed up the helm and jumped on the railing. Bullets whizzed past my head.

"Commodore!" I shouted.

"It's Miss Smith! Hold your fire!" I heard someone yell.

"If father returns home early please inform him that I will most likely not be home for dinner." I said with a smirk. I jumped down turning away as the current carried us farther and farther away from that hell hole.

"If I may have the chance to inquire what all this is about?" Sparrow asked. Will seemed confused. I knew he would be. I stood before them in an off white poet's shirt, pale blue cotton skirt that fell just past the middle of my caft, and some boots I may have lifted off the Port Royal Cobbler.

"This." I indicated to my outfit, "is something more proper for sailing and pirating." I told Sparrow with a smirk. "And that-" I pointed back toward Port Royal, "-that was something personal." I leaned against the helm.

"Pirating, eh?" Sparrow said with a smirk. Will was busy looking for a wet stone to sharpen his sword.

"Yes pirating." I answered him. I pulled my canteen from my hip. The caribbean sun was hot.

"Does a proper lady even know how to pirate?" I stopped the canteen a breath away from my lips.

"Bite me Sparrow." I said before taking a sip. "Want some?" I asked. He snatched the canteen from my hand and took a gulp. He almost choked on it wide eyed. "I'd never expect the great Captain Jack Sparrow to not be able to hold his rum." His eyes narrowed, a gold spotted smile filled his face, and he took another huge gulp, now expecting the sugary alcohol.

"You continue to surprise me." He said. I heard the sounds of a sword on a stone. Will. I moved away from Sparrow quickly.

It was quiet for a while as we sailed toward whatever destination Sparrow had in mind. The captain continued on with various tasks as I slacked off and Will did his own thing.

"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself," said Will. "After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."

"Is that so?" Jack sounded bored. I leaned against the railing.

"My father, Will Turner," Will began to follow Jack up to the helm, with a bit of suspicion in his voice. "it was only after you'd learned my name that you agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton, Jack. You knew my father."

"I knew him," Jack stated, "Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill." I moved from my spot leaning against the railing, coming toward them slowly.

"Bootstrap?" Will said in confusion.

"Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him."

"It's not true," Will denied. "He was a merchant sailor. A good, respectable man who obeyed the law!"

"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag!" Jack fired back.

"Will, we are in open water. Do you really want to piss off the big, scary pirate that could throw us overboard at any second?" He ignored me. And Jack mouthed 'Big scary pirate.'

"My father was not a pirate!" Will declared, pulling out his sword.

"Put it away, son," Jack said, "It's not worth you getting beat again."

"Will." I interjected.

"Do not take his side!" Will glared at me. "You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you!"

"Well, that's not much incentive for me to fight fair then, is it?" Jack retorted, he pulled me down. After a turn of the helm, the boom turned sharply, knocking Will off his feet, and sweeping him out over the open ocean. I jerked to move it back and Sparrow snatched me up, trapping my arms and hands folded up between our bodies.

"Let. Me. Go." I growled. Sparrow completely ignored me.

"Now as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention," Jack ordered to Will, "The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do, and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man, or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me for example, I can let you drown. But I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesie with the little lady, savvy?" He turned the helm again and Will fell back onto the deck. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?" He handed Will his sword back.

"Tortuga?" Will asked with curiosity.

"Tortuga," Jack answered. I was getting annoyed with all this restraining and nipped the closest bit of flesh on Sparrow. He made a noise deep in his throat and let me go sharply, his hand moving to cover the side of his neck. I chuckled and found my place back at the railing. Will scampered off and I heard Sparrow approaching me once again. "That was not nice luv." His hand lingered on the small of my back before he turned away from my smirking face.

We neared the island.

"You sure about this Sparrow?"

"So, dinner?" He countered. I was confused for a moment. I looked around and Will was below deck somewhere.

"Admiral Smith isn't my actual father. They found me washed up on the beach, I was maybe five or six. They were going to send me back into England, to an orphanage. He stopped them, said he needed some light around his home that only a woman or a girl could bring. He was a very," I paused looking for the right words. "-vile old man. He dismissed all other people from the house, except a blind old maid, that was so no one could stop him. He would watch me bathe every morning, doing….well Captain Sparrow you can take some guesses as to what exactly he was doing at this point in time, if i was allowed to dress for the day it was always something entirely too short. I'm not being modest, the way he had them alter the dresses there was barely any material for a skirt, nothing was covered, people suspected the dresses were to teach me to sew. No one saw me in this time period, no one asked why. As I got older, matured and realized it was anything but normal, I found ways around his little...habits. I also began to have to be present at events, so people saw me, they realized I was older and if he had them make one of his special dresses they would, hopefully, notice. But strangely and disgustingly enough his habits lessened the older I got, but dinner was always a very strict rule. Dinner is basically me, laying there naked. He'd stare me down while he ate. He'd say and sometimes do disgusting things." I shuddered at the horrible memories, "Saying he'd be the only man to bed me, impregnate me. He told me once that when he got the chance to rape me he would and once I had the child if it was a boy he'd kill it if it was a girl he'd defile her as well."

"Did he ever get the chance?"

"I never let him." Sparrow seemed really pissed. His knuckles were white on the spokes of the helm, his eyes hard. "He would do disgusting things. Touching me, forcing me to touch myself, making me say things. At one point dumping wine on me and having a paid woman come and lick it off." His eyes darted to mine, "That wasn't so bad, well it wouldn't have been if he wasn't watching." I said with a smirk. Sparrow looked over to me.

"Surprises surprises." He mumbled, "So you like women?" He asked, "Bad luck for poor little William if the Governor's daughter doesn't work out."

"I don't only like women, Captain." I said with a laugh, "But I do find stuff like that with another woman to be sensual."

"And your husband in all your fun times, where would he be?" Sparrow asked.

"Wherever he wants to be." I answered.

"Good luck for stupid bloody William if the Governor's daughter doesn't work out." he grumbled

"For your information Captain, Will isn't my type of man." I said with a laugh, turning back away from him.

"What is your type?" He asked.

"I want a man that is like the sea. Wild, untamable, filled with lots of surprises and mysteries. Slim pickings, eh?" I copied him.

"I am sorry for what he did to you." Sparrow turned serious. "If I ever come across this Admiral Smith I will personally cut off what makes him a man." I turned my head and smiled at him.

"What if there's more then one?" I asked.

"All of them will be missing an important body part." He answered. I laughed at him. There was a period of silence as the ship docked.

"...What if I knew a man such as that?"

"As what?"

"Wild, untameable, filled with lots of surprises and mysteries."

"Oh. Do you?" I asked, "Maybe you could introduce me to him someday?" I smirked at him over my shoulder, "I think him and I could get along nicely." I faced the fleeting sun yet again.

"He's not an honest man, love. He'd most likely bed you and leave you." Sparrow warned

"I don't want a husband, Captain." I answered, picking at the wood of the railing, "I don't have to be loved."

"Do you really think so little of yourself, darling?"

"No," I laughed, "It's just not what I want in life." Sparrow leaned against the railing next to me.

"What do you want in life?"

"I want to live. I want to travel the world, see things I never could have known existed." I looked over to Sparrow who was looking back at me, "I want my freedom. I've been trapped for so long." I went back to picking at the ship railing, "What to know something stupid?" I asked him.

"Tell me." He answered.

"The maid used to tell me I was a pearl. That one day a clam shell spit me up on the beach and in the moonlight I grew into a girl. Most days all I feel is loss as if some part of me is missing. I sneak away and go down to the ocean and I walk out as far as I can and let the water sway me back and forth. Like it wants to take me away, far away, but it can't. And when I leave it still calls to me."

"It's not stupid."

"You once captained the Black Pearl didn't you? You were mutinied upon?" Jack looked up at me surprised "I worked it out. Last night those cursed pirates recognised you and addressed you as if they knew you. You told them that there is a reserved circle of hell for betrayers and mutineers. They abandoned you on that 'spit of land' they were talking about."

"You are rather clever aren't you, love?" He asked me in return and I nodded.

"You're going to use Will to break the curse, aren't you, those men turning skeletal? He's connected to this in some crazy way." Sparrow said nothing, I breathed deeply, "Jack, I won't tell him, but you have to promise me that he will not get killed." Sparrow looked sharply at me when I used his given name. "Captain, you have to swear it to me and your word must be honest."

"I swear love. Death shall not befall young William."

"I trust you Captain Sparrow, don't make me regret it."

"Jack. Call me Jack."

"Then I trust you, Captain Jack." I teased him