Sorry for such a late update! This is a new story I'm writing. Yes, it's a crossover of Just My Luck (McFLY) and Pirates of the Caribbean. Hopefully you'll all enjoy it! I do not own McFLY or Pirates of the Caribbean.

Chapter 3:

"Thomas! Thomas!" A young girl with long blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes ran around the small town of Port Royal. "Thomas, where are you?" She called as she peeked into every shop, but found no sign of her older brother.

She was just a simple town's girl living on her own with her older brother, Tom Fletcher. He likes to go by Tom, but because at this very moment, she couldn't find her dear brother. She calls him by his given name hoping he'll show up and yell at her for using his full name.

She ran down the street of the town and over a small bridge that led to the Royal Navy headquarters of Port Royal. Of course, there she found her brother, signing up to join the Royal Navy.

"TOM!"

She began running as fast as she could to her brother, but as soon as she set foot on the fancy concrete that the Royal Navy's sign-up tent rested, she was blocked off by two guards.

"Let me through, that's my brother!" She ordered as she tried pushing past the two guards. She didn't have much luck. Both guards grabbed each arm and picked her off the ground. "TOM!"

Finally her brother heard her call. He turned around; his brown eyes that looked just like her own were filled with worry once he saw his little sister in danger.

"Charlotte!" He dropped the quill he was writing with and pushed the guards. "Let her go, that's my sister!" The guards did as he asked. However, their release wasn't gentle. They simply released her arms, letting her fall on the ground, landing on her butt.

"Well that was easy." Tom said. Except, Charlotte was thinking otherwise.

"Is that how you would treat your wife or mother?" She questioned the guards, rather loudly, but they just walked away, ignoring her complaints.

Charlotte huffed to herself and stood up. She dusted off her worn out peasant dress and fixed her hair that was once in a bun.

"Charlotte, what are you doing here?" Charlotte suddenly remembered she was angry with Tom for running off without telling where he was going and of course…

"DID YOU JOIN THE ROYAL NAVY?" Tom groaned and began walking ahead of her as she continued to overflow with rage. "Why would you do such a thing? They'll send you out to sea to kill pirates!" Charlotte continued, but that did stop Tom from walking.

"They won't, besides I'll be able to bring in more money."

"You were doing fine at the market. Besides we still have the money mother left us." The mention of their mother really hit Tom and it made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Charlotte we are never using that money." Tom ordered in a dead serious tone.

"Why not? She gave us so much!"

"She earned that with her body!" Tom finally snapped. "That's whore money." Tom spat out the words and he continued walking ahead.

"Well at least she didn't die because the Royal Navy mistook her as a pirate!"

Tom froze again. The image of their father being hung in town square entered his mind. He was only eight when he saw his dad die in front of him. Charlotte was only six. Their father was wrongly accused as a pirate that was named after a bird…and their last name is Fletcher...

"All the more reasons for me to kill the real pirate." Tom said in almost a whisper. Then he continued walking until he came to the door of the Port Royal pub.

"You're going to kill yourself Thomas Michael Fletcher!" Charlotte yelled once more just as her brother entered the pub.

"Bloody hell, your sister is always shouting her head off." A brunette from the bar said as Tom took a seat next to him.

"Yeah, she's angry at me…I signed up for the Royal Navy." Silence fell between the two, but then the brunette soon spoke up again.

"Well…you better find a man for Charlotte so she doesn't follow you!" The two young men burst into a fit of laughter.

"True. Well Danny, would you like to marry my sister?" Tom asked just as Danny took a sip of his pint only to choke on it. Tom laughed at his friend's reaction. Danny smiled and wiped the alcoholic foam from his lips.

"No offense mate, but I'd rather marry a pirate then your sister."

"Don't worry I understand completely." The two friends laughed again together.

The two of them chatted for a long time about how their days were. They stayed at the pub for so long they were practically the last ones there, besides the bartender. They completely lost track of time and Danny was getting rather tipsy.

"Alright mate, I think it's time to call it a night." Tom said as he stood up, grabbing Danny's left arm and helping his friend to stand as well. "Let's get you home."

"Thanks mate." Danny said as he leaned against his best friend as they both exited the pub. However, the ground suddenly shook causing both of them to fall to the ground. Both Tom and Danny exchanged looks. "Um…I'm pretty sure you haven't had as much to drink as me." There was a sudden explosion sound and the ground shook again. Both their eyes widened and they both stood up and ran straight to the pier.

"No way…" Tom said when they finally made it.

Even though the pier was full of Royal Navy troops, both young men could see clearly that Port Royal was being attacked, by pirates. Out in the sea in front of them was a black ship with blood red sails. It was the most ruthless pirates of all.

"Blackbeard…"