Hey people! So this is the first chapter of the story. This story is going to be a short story. So each chapter will be relatively shorter. Although it's short, I will have two seasons. Well, at least I have planned for two seasons. I'll tell you the sequel name as I only have a few chapters in each season. Season two will be named 'Infatuated'. I hope you will like it. I will change the ratings as this story is going to have sexual preferences.

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Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or their characters except for 'Helen'.

Chapter one. First Step January, 1695

Her hands were bound tight behind her back with ropes.

Refusing to kneel down before the captain Jack Sparrow, a crew member kicked her behind the knee to force her to. She gritted her teeth and willed herself not to cry out as her knee slammed on the wooden floorbed. If only they knew I was a girl... She thought. But she didn't continue the thought, she knew they would never find out.

Her black hair was pulled back into a messy, loose braid and tucked into her hat. Her face was darkened with makeup. The only distinguishable feature was bound tightly by a cloth. It pained her greatly, but she decided it was worth it. He strolled casually around her. "What did she do?" He asked the crewmember who kicked her.

"What? You can't even ask me to my face?" She asked, annoyed. Her voice slightly deep for a girl, but just right for a boy. She was sent across the ship by the a crew member. She crashed into the barrels, bringing her hand up to her head, she checked for blood- there was none.

The captain pulled her up by her hair. She winced in pain, but she was simutaneously afraid that someone would recognize her as a girl. "So you might want to tell me what you did and who you are?" He said, leaning close to her face.

She stopped breathing. He leaned away and a slow smile spread across her face. "My name is Zachary. I killed one of your crewmember who was trying to steal my food."

He nodded. "And now what do ye think we should do to ye?" He asked, faking thoughtfullnes. "I want in to your crew. If you would be so kind to take me." She said forcefully, glancing down at the floor to avoid the Captain seeing her expression- full of hatred.

He laughed. "Ye killed a crewmember, and yet expect I take you?" He asked incredously. She continued breathing. "Ye surely playin'."

"What should we do?" Captain Sparrow yelled around the ship.

"Kill 'im!"

"Throw 'im aboard!"

She squeezed my eyes together. If I die doing this, I'll die being a White. She thought. She'll be able to see her family and she'll be forever ridded of this world so cruel. She'll no longer have to pretend to be strong and cold. She would no longer-

"Well, then..." He drawled as he drew up a gun, pointing it to her head. Kill me then, and make it fast. She tried not to be afraid as she looked up at the captain, who was smiling. She laughed at the irony that everyone in her family will end this way. Instead of meeting the death that should have happened, she heard clapping.

"Brave, lad." His voice cut into her thoughts and her eyes flew open in surprise. "Give ye one chance. Mess it up, ye die." He said as he threw my hat back to her. She slapped it on her head, and smiled. "Aye, Captain." He nodded towards an older man and he came forwards to bring me to a cabin. "Clothes in cabinet, ask me if you don't know anything." He smiled, melting the ice in her heart a little.

"If you'll excuse me..." She trailed off, insinuating that he should leave her be on her own with the clothes. He nodded and closed the door. Reaching for the fresh change of clothes, she slipped them on. She rebraided her braid and left it out, as there was no use putting it inside her hat as the crew had already seen her with it.

She opened the door and walked out. She got the feeling that the crew didn't like her for they glared as she passed by. "You're glancing at...?" She asked, faking politeness. There were eye rolls and head turnings. She smirked to herself and walked on. She found a women who was dressed as a pirate, and wondered why any girl would want to become a pirate. The women caught her staring. "What'cha starin' at?" She snapped, walking towards her. "Who are you?"

"Anamaria, Captain Sparrow's second mate." She said, still glaring at her. She smiled. "Nice to meet you." She started to walk away. Anamaria took a step forward. She stopped and turned around. "Can I help you with something...?" She asked. "You are not a boy." She accused her. Her head snapped up to look at her. "What?"

"You're a girl. I can see through ye disguises. What be your name?" She asked her. She blanked. "My name... my... all right. My name is Helen." She stuttered. Anamaria raised her eyebrows. "Ye don't seem quite sure." She commented. Helen sighed. "I am not sure I can tell you." She told her, oddly confiding in this women. Anamaria nodded. "All right. You shall tell me when you are ready." She said. Helen nodded. "Thank you."

Helen cleaned the deck, just as Captain Jack Sparrow ordered her to. Ordered. Sooner or later, mate, he will be under her order. Unless, of course, he chose not be be cooperative. Then she'd kill him. A smile found its way to her mouth and her lips curled into a brilliant grin. She'll get him. If it costs her life, she'll get him.