Hey hey hey. Okay, so this is chapter 7. Enjoy.

This chapter is dedicated to:

christinarr

My new reviewer who has gotten the last quote! WOO HOO!

Also NazqulQueen- ohhh so close, but thank you for trying! And I am very sorry that the OC is no longer a boy. Maybe another story…

Alenor Peredhel- read on to find out.

I don't own PotC. James/Kate, Mr. Morris, and Officer Davies are mine, so don't even think about it.

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"Now, where were we?"

Kate thought over what she was doing. This isn't going to be easy.

Jack noticed her hesitation and tried to coax her to continue.

"I promised that I wouldn't tell anyone Kate. That also goes for whatever you have to say."

With her words of encouragement, she took a deep breath, and began to speak.

-Flashback-

Kate looked around her, taking in her surroundings. Barrels, boxes, not much to use. She had no weapons, but luckily neither did her opponent.

Paul Morris made a lunge at her, but she easily stepped up on one of the boxes and out of the way. He turned and began to run at her, and again she moved out of his path. Her move caused her to lose balance and fall to the ground. Morris walked slowly towards her, backing her against a wall. He leaned over, his arm raised and ready to strike.

"I'll teach you to steal from me boy!" She smirked and easily kicked the fat man in the stomach, sending him toppling over.

The accusations he had made were false, almost. She had distracted the shopkeeper while some of her friends took a few things, that's all. She herself hadn't stolen a thing.

She jumped over to the man and began to punch him. She hated being called a thief, even though she had participated in such activities. And besides, she needed to relieve some stress. The punching continued while a small crowd gathered. None of them bothered to interfere. They all knew who she was.

'That Turner girl' was her title to the well to do of Port Maria. To her friends and brothers she was Kat or K. At home she was just plain old Kate.

That's why she liked it on the street. When she was there she was different, she was freer.

She fit in here. All hope she had of fitting into society had gone out the window a long time ago. She had tossed it gladly. Too many memories went with it.

A tall man approached the crowd of people. He knew exactly what was inside it. He grabbed the fighting girl around the waist and pulled her up. She kept swinging and tried to hit both the shopkeeper and the officer holding her back.

"What is going on here Mr. Morris?"

"He stole my wares!" Both men looked down angrily at Kate, waiting for a response.

"I did not steal them. We were talking and someone else took them. I had nothing to do with it."

"He worked with 'em! He was there to distract me!" the man yelled as he got to his feet and wiped his bloody nose. The officer sighed.

"Where are they Kate?" the shopkeeper's jaw dropped.

"Well I sure as hell don't know!"

"Wait, she?" Morris interrupted. She smiled and nodded.

"You got beat by a girl." She said proudly.

"That's enough Kate. Mr. Morris I will be back in a few minutes to help you sort this out." He pulled the girl away from the crowd and towards her home. He sighed again.

"Why do you do this Kate? This is the third time this week that I've had to drag you away from a fight."

"I do what I want. Not like anyone really cares." She muttered in response.

"Your father cares." She laughed. No one cared about her.

Kate Turner had been terrorizing the town for almost a year and a half. There were stories of how bad she was in Port Royal, that the family had actually been sent away because of her.

Officer Davies had first met the girl a year ago, when the police force in Port Maria was established using soldiers from the army. She ran into him when she was running from someone else.

He too had not recognized her as a girl. She wore clothes that were identical to any other boy's, and her hair was always stuck up in a bandana. Her fighting skills were actually quite good for her age and sex. She had learned from her brothers and other boys on the street.

They arrived at her house and he knocked loudly on the door. Her father, Will Turner answered.

"Hello Officer. What can I do for you?"

"Came to bring back your daughter. Caught her fighting again." Will's eyes flicked down to Kate, held there by her forearm, arms crossed across her chest and eyes on the ground. She stalked inside and sat down, her legs hung over the arm of the chair.

"Who was she fighting with this time?"

"Paul Morris. He accuses her of stealing." Kate rolled her eyes at their hushed tone. Like that really does any good. Her father sighed.

"I'm sorry Mr. Turner, but if her behavior continues this way, I'll have no choice but to put her in jail. After that it's not up to me. For all I know she could be hung, her record is so long." She scoffed at the idea. No one could hang her.

"Thank you Officer." He closed the door and rubbed his forehead with his hand.

"Kate, how many times have I told you to stay out of trouble?" She mouthed the words with him. The number was up in the hundreds. He noticed this and became very angry.

"Do not act that way Kate! This is serious! Didn't you hear Officer Davies?" She gave no reply as she inspected her finger nails. He grabbed her shoulders.

"What would your mother think if she could see you like this? This isn't how she would want you to live." His eyes filled with tears. She pushed him away.

"There you go again, using her to get me to do what you want!"

"Katie please listen to me-"

"No, don't call me that! I won't listen! I've had enough of this stupid life!" She ran up the stairs to her room and slammed the door. Pulling out her bag, she tore apart her room looking for things to stuff in. She decided to take a dress, just in case. If she needed some extra money, she could sell it. Scanning the room, her eyes stopped on the bookshelf across from her. She pulled of a book and gently tucked it in the bag. She got dressed for the next day and pushed the bag under the bed.

Later that night she heard her father's heavy footsteps climb up the stairs towards her room. He opened the door and sighed. She pretended to sleep until she heard the door close and heard Will's footsteps move away. She waited a few minutes, and then got up. Grabbing her bag, she tiptoed across the floor towards the door. Taking one last look around the house, she left.

At the harbor she was lucky enough to find a merchant ship. She snuck on and hid herself behind the bags and barrels in the hold. There she stayed for 12 hour the trip to Port Royal.

From there, Kate moved on to another ship, The Tiger. She was caught, but luckily the Captain had allowed her to remain on the ship if she worked her keep. They dropped her off on the docks of Tortuga and sailed away.

-End Flashback-

"So that's how I got here." Jack looked at her in amazement. There was no way she was Will's daughter. She was so strong and outgoing. He was… well he wasn't.

Kate sat in the chair and wiped at her eyes with her sleeve. It had been awhile since she had thought that much about what she had done. Her father being there, looking for her, made her think. Maybe Officer Davies was right and someone did care about her.

"Please don't tell him Uncle Jack. If he does find out, I want him to hear it from me."

He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I promised you I wouldn't." She buried her face in his shoulder and began to cry for the first time in three years.

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Awww, that's so sad (tear tear).

So last chapter's quote was from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (please note that this is not Charlie and the chocolate factory). The line was said by Charlie's teacher Mr. Turkentine, played by David Battley.

I can't find a good quote for this chapter, so I have decided to skip it this week.

R+R- Chicaga