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Commentary: Hey, I know it's been a while. Sorry about that. Thanks, Magota, for the favorite! This story is going to pick up speed soon, I promise! Also, I haven't seen the third Pirates of the Carribean movie so I might get a few things wrong here and there.

Clairice's POV

We began towards the Black Pearl. The familiar scent of salt and fish made me cringe. The sound of stomping feet to the rythem of an old sailor's song wasn't exactly appealing to me, either. Oh well, if I was going to get what I wanted, I'd have to grit my teeth and bare it. We came aboard the Black Pearl. Toothy grins were shout my way as well as suggestive glances that I chose to ignore.

I quickly checked my apparel and sighed. My clothes from my last life were about as flashy as a wet cardboard box. Black, zip up, sleeveless shirt, black pants with a chain on them, black tennis shoes, and of course my silver necklace with a heart dangling from it. But I never go anywhere without my necklace.

I'd need to get new clothes soon. Something in white or navy blue I would hope.

A dirty hand waving in my face brought me out of my thoughts. "Are you going to sit?" Jack asked, a chair pulled out in front of me.

I smiled at him, "Yes, yes of course." He took seat across from me.

"What do you want to talk about?" He took a large gulp of rum.

I leaned over the table so only he could hear me. "Have you heard of the Keyblade Master?" I whispered. He cocked an eyebrow.

"You mean the kid with the spiky brown hair? Well, yes, I have." I smirked.

"Good. So have you heard about his heart?" I personally didn't know who the chosen one was nor did I care. I knew things about him even he didn't know. Besides, the only thing about him that appealed to me was his heart. Jack shook his head. "His heart is the complete definition of neutral."

There was a pause. "So? His heart's normal, what's that got to do with anything?"

I rolled my eyes. Jack could be so naive sometimes. "His heart is the control," I told him, "His heart is completely and utterly un altered by light or darkness. It's what everyone compares their hearts to. If your heart is darker than his, it's dark. If your heart is lighter than his, it's light. Of course," Jack sighed, knowing I was about to go into a diatribe, "pure darkness or light is hard to measure. But when someone has it, it radiates from them."

"And your heart is?" Jack asked.

"What?" I said, slightly thrown off guard.

Jack repeated his question, "What type of heart do you have?" He said slowly.

I looked at my shoes for a moment before answering. "I don't know." I said simply. My heart was... different. It always had been. There was only one thing in common with all of my lives. My main objective was always to find out more about my heart. Whatever made me how I was... whatever made me this... this thing... this atrocity... I'd figure it out from my heart.

"I see," He whispered into his cup, "So that makes you an outcast." He laughed.

"I suppose you could look at it that way."

"Mm... don't do anything stupid, girl," He instructed me.

I pretended to care about what he'd said. "Hm..." I tapped my chin, "I've got a license to kill, I've ran with the worst of thw worst, and I've no parents... You're right, when a single, middle aged, alchoholic pirate tells me to not do something stupid I really should listen." I nodded to my words in mock understanding.

He stodd, offended. "I am NOT middle aged!" He screamed. I laughed bitterly. It made him uneasy and the whole ship suddenly quieted.

"I hope you have more on your mind, Captain Jack Sparrow, than the insults of a teenager! Because if I'm not mistaken, something very precious to you is being targeted this very moment by an old friend and a new enemy." I loved my laugh. It was spiteful and malicious, so dripping with laothing it is that everyone in the vacinity hushes up to see what's happened. It always gave me time to publicly embarrass someone, or publicly warn them. Both of which cause mass hysteria.

Jack glared at me and slowly slinked off. I couldn't blame him, he had something to protect for the time being. I pushed in my chair and Jack's before going to the vacant room that once belonged to Barbosa and pretending to sleep. The hum of gossip about my outbreak carried on through the night until the last candle was snuffed out and the still of the darkness swallowed everything.

I arose from the chair and walked silently and swiftly across the deck towards Jack's cabin. I opened the door and took a quick scan of the room. There it was, in his hands but the poor fellow'd fallen asleep. I removed it from his grasp with ease. I didn't care if he awoke. I wasn't afraid of Jack or any other pirate on this ship. I was Clairice and as far as I was concerned, I was unsatisfied and wouldn't be brought down until that was changed.

I snuck back on deck and smiled down at the compass in my hand. It spun around fast until coming to a stop ahead of me into the sea. Behind me I heard a noise, the shuffling of feet. I turned my head slightly and moved my eyes to see a horde of pirates lead by Jack behind me. I turned all the way aroung upon recognition. I grinned.

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Commentary: I like this! Yaaaay! Thanks, Jwan for helping me work up those creative juices!