Hi, sorry for the long wait, I just wanted to finish and re-read it once first. The story plot really is quite dark and it does not have a happy ending. There's only eight chaps. There is a sequel, I've already started on it already.

Sithlord8665: Nah, it's me who was unclear. Sorry!

SailorSorcerer: She's strong now. She might not be later. But I hope you like that.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from POTC. I own 'Helen' and 'Zachary'. BTW, are you curious about her real name yet?

Chapter two. What is it you feel? March, 1695

They stepped off the ship together. Months had gone by, even if Jack Sparrow didn't like his new cabin boy, he had to admit he was a good help. Of course, he picked fights with him and messed with him quite a lot, but he was unbelievably good at cooking. And a lot of chores he wouldn't have suspected in that boy. Maybe he was wrong.

No, captain Jack Sparrow was never wrong.

They were getting ready to raid a rich family. Zachary was dressed as a little boy and Jack as his brother. "Don't you dare mess this up, lad." He hissed to the boy. Zachary rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, captain. I will certainly mess this up for you." He said, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Jack rolled his eyes at his immaturity.

They fought with the butlers, and Jack stopped for a moment to watch the boy fight. Hm, he was kind of good. He guessed he was a lot mistaken about this little guy. He definitely had something about him. But he knew he was hiding something. That boy was planning something, and he had to keep caution.

As they finished up, they charged back to the ship to avoid being caught. Jack grinned at his cabin boy. "Thought you would be terrified of killin'. " He commented. Zachary rolled his eyes at him. Little did Jack know that he didn't actually kill anyone. He only knocked them unconcious. Jack patted the boy on his back. "Good guy." He said, walking away.

Zachary, or Helen, felt a tug from the bottom of her stomach as he walked away. She couldn't stop herself from staring at him as he walked into the cabin. She sighed. This was not a good sign. Not a good sign. Her brain repeated it.

Helen was out of her pirate clothing in a hotel room. She untied the cloth around her breasts. She sighed, she finally felt like a girl again. She put on her bodice and her corset, tightening the strings further and she drew in another sharp breath. Suffer for this. Her head told her. She let out the breath and went through her clothes, putting on a pale blue dress.

She walked out of her room and bumped into Jack Sparrow. "Watch your-" He started as he looked up at her. His frown melted into a grin. "Careful now, love. Might've fallen into some desperate guy's hands." Helen smiled fakely. "Well, how will I now if you are not one myself, Captain...?" She trailed off as if to inquire his name.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, love. Glad you got the captain part right." He smirked and tried to steal an arm around her. She slipped away elegantly. Jack raised an eyebrow. "Not easy, are you?" He asked, walking closer to her. She shook her head. "No. I am not." She answered as she turned and walked away. A voice screamed at her to go back and stay with him, but she ignored him and followed her brain, as always.

He didn't follow her, but he thought she seemed a little familiar. He couldn't quite place her face in his mind, but no doubt thought her quite amusing. Maybe he could catch her tomorrow or something... He sighed. He can't get infatuated with a mere girl when he has better things to pursue.

He looked for the girl he saw yesterday. He grabbed her by the arm as she tried to walk past him. "What be yer name?" He asked. She turned to him. "Helen." She answered, amused. He frowned. "How much do you charge?" He asked. She slapped him across the face. "I'm not sure I deserved that." He muttered. She smiled sarcastically. "I'm not a wench!" She exclaimed.

He watched her go again. Why was she so familiar to him?