So, how goes my story, oh readers? Not good? Boring? Terrible? I shall do my best not to make it so.

Let's rub a little magical beliefs in this one…

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Pirates Of The Caribbean OR the writer Jin Rong's books.

Word – Meaning - Pronunciation

Jing ge ge – look to previous chapter

Huang Rong – look to previous chapter

Qing-gong/Lightness kungfu – A type of advanced kungfu (semi-legendary) involving things like supernatural fast running and super-human leaps of a levitational kind – (cheeng) (goongas in 'book')

Chapter 2: Arrival At Port Royal

Falling. Falling. Falling.

The wind rushed past her ears and face, her forehead welcoming death's embrace. Falling.

She looked up at the receding light, fading into the sky. Falling.

Then, she felt time stop. She was going to die in a matter of seconds.

Or...not?

She sat in a garden full of sunlight, the flowers radiant around her. In front of her sat a being, neither mortal nor visible, but you could feel it's presence.

"Hello." The voice as strong as a raging fire, swift as a coursing river, and more mysterious than the dark side of the moon said.

"Hello." She replied. What more could you say to a god? For that was what the being was.

"Why do you wish to die? Your friends are looking for you, your father madder than the beginning."

"I have no will left to live. Jing ge ge is dead. Please, let me die in peace."

"You fear love. True?"

She could not lie. "True."

"Then I will send you to one who knows no love of humans either. To a place far, far away in the future. I send you with these gifts. Yourself, some instruments and objects of China you are familiar with, the understanding of languages and all your knowledge and kungfu. Good blessings be with you!"

Then she was falling again. She fell...and landed in the furious torrent of a sea storm.

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"Cap'n! Hoi there, yer lousy-legged, greedy-gutted, lily-livered excuse fer a sailor! Go 'n rouse the Cap'n, fer a life's sake. Go on!" John Finn hollered at a passing crewman.

"The Captain is sleeping. Please follow my orders while he is at his rest," an educated voice said behind him.

John spun round. "Lieutenant," he said, quivering under the man's gaze. "Th-there's a girl in black in the water."

"Having any nasty thoughts, Mr. Finn?" Lieutenant Lonan Christensen winked at John. He turned to the crew and shouted out orders.

The Lieutenant himself brought up the girl, who looked 25 or above. Her long hair which reached her rear covered her face. She coughed.

"It's bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir, leastways that's wot me ole pa used ter say." Stated a young man.

The girl opened her eyes, saw the Lieutenant's arm around her, screamed and scrabbled away from them. The men looked at her face and also screamed.

The reason? Huang Rong was Chinese and looked completely different than them. Though her forehead was high for a Chinese, compared to these people it was still low. Her skin was white, sort of like the men but it looked yellow. Her eyes were small as were her nose and mouth. The qualities of a Chinese, not European, beauty.

"It's a witch, a banshee! Throw her overboard, men!" shouted the young man.

Huang Rong's eyes widened. The gift of the god was working on her. She understood what they had just said! But the man in the odd hat had touched her.

She took a deep breath and yelled, "NO!".

Then there was silence. There were a few whispered murmurs.

"She just spoke in English!"

"D'you suppose she really is a witch?"

"Oh, just throw her overboard!"

"You can do that, I'm not touchin' 'er!"

"SILENCE!" Shouted the Lieutenant.

Everyone turned to stare at him. "Everyone, back to your duties! I am not having any fuss over one girl on my ship-"

"Your ship?" queried a deep voice.

"Captain!" the whole crew saluted to Captain Easton Ace.

"Now, just where is this girl you were all talking about?"

The sailors looked at the railing where Huang Rong had previously been...

...But nothing was there.

"She's a witch!" cried one man.

"Vanished in plain sight!" yelled another.

All in all, there was turmoil on the Caparificate, a ship of the royal fleet, headed for Port Royal.

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It was a week after Huang Rong had been rescued, and the ship had just docked herself at Port Royal. In fact, she had not vanished, but had fled to the crows' nest. She had kept herself alive by stealing food and water, and on the third day, a man had been put outside the food room to guard it.

She pretended to be a banshee, her hair draped over her face, dabbing flour on her skin. Shuffling, she moaned and wailed until the sailor ran off screaming, "It's her! The banshee! The Sea Bogey! A ghost! The banBogey! The Seashee! No, it wasn't, it was the ghostshee! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

As all the sailors were give shore leave, Huang Rong wandered through the many streets of Port Royal, her hood over her face to prevent frightening anyone. A nursemaid came running down the street, chasing a little boy in muddy smocks and calling, "Charlie! Master Charlie! Come back!"

Just then, a man with a noticeably red bandana around his head came running through, and bowled Charlie over. The poor boy's head was just about to crash into the wall and the nursemaid was too far behind to stop him. Using her Inner Force to project speed, she kicked off the stone floor, seemingly floated in the air speedily with her arm outstretched and scooped the boy away. She stood him up and gently stroked his head and patted the dirt off him.

The nursemaid had watched the whole scene, her mouth agape.

"Thank you for rescuing him! But-but how did you do that? You flew five metres in the air and stopped immediately faster than a man takes a step!" In a more tentative voice, she said, "My job would've ended had it not been for you. Thank you!" She grabbed the crying boy's hand and shuffled away.

Huang Rong smiled after them. At least there were some civilized people in this world, even if they did wear funny clothes.

She turned to stare at the fading figure of the red-bandana man. But then, some people weren't so civilized.

She gave chase once more, using this time, her qing-gong, or the Lightness kungfu.