Hiii. I've watched On Stranger's Tides! Have you? I liked it, but the previous ones were better. I didn't really like Penelope Cruz.

Sithlord8665: Sorry, yeah I changed the ratings. There'll be minor sexual contents in later chapters. I swear it's not graphic though.

xJill Lovett: Yeah, I think it's She's The Man. I haven't seen the movie though. So, yeah...

So ya'll thought it was cliche didn't you? Wait until the later chaps.

OKay, you didn't say it was but I just wanted to say that.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything from POTC. Own 'Helen' and 'Zachary'. Her name's revealed in this chappie.

Chapter three. Revenge, or Failure? July, 1695

Her posture was tall and menacing as she straightened up. "Jack. Sparrow." She spat out his name like it was something disgusting. He smiled and raised his eyebrow as a 'what'? She smiled scornfully. "I want revenge." He laughed and stepped towards her, closing in the space. "And what makes you think you'll achieve it?" He asked.

She narrowed her eyes. "2 years ago my family was perfect. My brother, my parents. You came and stole everything from me. You killed my family, and you tried to take me." She smiled bitterly. She paused while she thought. "I spent almost 2 years on the street. Our roles switched. I had to be the poor beggar in the street and rich people would look down on me. And I decided, I wanted revenge. I wanted what you took me from. I want your life."

He laughed at her, amused. "You want my life? That ain't so easy." He pulled his sword out and raised it at her. Finally, she thought. It was about time. Better do it before she started to really like him.

The fight was even matched on both sides. She was fast and tiny, but he was skilled and strong. Sometimes she missed by inches, sometimes he missed by inches.

But now, she was maimed with revenge, nothing could stop her. No, not the rain pouring down on them, not anything. Her anger caught her and she knocked down a barrel, knocking his sword to the floor. Her sword went to his neck. He laughed. "You don't have the courage to kill meh, lad." He said. She narrowed her eyes. "Or do I?" She asked him.

He nodded, amused. She glared at him irritatedly. "Then you are so wro-" She stopped short, thinking about when he spared her life. He never knew she was a girl, but nevertheless, she was attracted to him. She couldn't kill him, she couldn't.

Because she realized, she loved him. She hated him and liked him at the same time. She wanted him dead, but she didn't. He had stolen her heart in just a few months. If he died, she died. The sword that was on the captain's neck slowly lowered, and she dropped it. There was a loud clank.

The next thing she knew, the sword was on her neck. "I told you. We'll decide tomorrow if fate likes you, you live. If it doesn't, you die. Into the brig." He smirked and pulled her by her arm down to the brig. He slammed the door. "Good luck lad. You'll need it." She slumped down to the floor, crying. She knew it would do her no good to fall in love with Jack Sparrow. She wiped her tears and sniffed.

She let out another breath. She would no doubt, die tomorrow. But she wanted to die a White. She wanted to die a girl. She didn't want to die as Zachary, but as Katherine White. She released her hair from the braid, she unwrapped the cloth around her chest and she wiped the makeup off. "Katherine. Katherine White. You will be strong and you will be yourself. You may die tomorrow and it will all be good."

Smiling to herself, she set down on the floor, forgetting what might await her tomorrow. She fell into a deep sleep.

The footsteps woke her up next morning. "Such a pity. You were so brave and you..." He said as he walked down the stairs. He stopped short as he caught sight of her. "Who are you? Where is Zachary?" He snapped.

"Surprised?" She asked, walking closer to him. "Zachary White. Don't you remember the girl who ran away from the house? Don't you remember that there was only one boy?" She asked him. He paled. "Are you a ghost?"

She laughed. "No. I am that girl. She is not dead. My name is Katherine White. I am Zachary." She chose this name because it meant pure, like her name, Katherine, did. Realization crossed over his face and he smiled. "Ah... I was around a pretty girl all the time and I didn't realize." He stated, walking closer. He put a hand on the cell bar. "Why would you kill me?"

She laughed again. "I didn't. It was a mistake. It ruined me. Love, a disastrious thing." She paused to look at him. "Of course, my Jack Sparrow charms." He grinned, reaching in and touching her cheek. She didn't move away. "Maybe, yes. You'll never understand. You know why? You don't have a heart, Jack Sparrow. You've never loved before, have you? You don't understand the power." She sighed.

"You ruined me, Jack Sparrow. You ruined my chance to avenge my family. All because of you. All because I fell in love with you. I couldn't kill you. I am a total failure. Now, to pay for it, I'll have to die." She said, half crying, half laughing. Captain Jack Sparrow stared at the girl. The only thing he thought was, she was crazy. Crazed by revenge and love. Love made her crazy, and he was glad it did, it spared his life. However, he could not deny how beautiful this girl was. Maybe, just maybe he could have her before he killed her...

He reached and unlocked the door. Uncertainly, she stepped outside. He took a step back, wondering what this unpredictable girl would do. "Just... let me." She muttered as she walked towards him, her arms locked around his neck and pressed her lips against his. He was taken by surprise, but he responded by kissing back. After a few minutes or so, she pulled back. Jack Sparrow grinned. "That was amazing, love, but you still have to die though. After all, you still tried to kill me." He whispered next to her ear.

She stepped away, touching her lips. "I know. Before I die, I wanted to... do that." She said softly. "Come on, darling. The crew will be excited to meet you." He said as he pulled her out to the deck. The crew whispered among themselves as they saw her. Captain Sparrow smirked.

"Meet Katherine White, or... Zachary White." He announced, pushing her forwards. More exclaims broke out in the crowd and the captain shushed them. "Quiet!" He yelled. He smiled slyly. "I'd like to have my clothes back." He said. She took one look at the crew members before quietly removing her shirt and eventually her boots and pants slowly. The crew yelled in protest as they saw she was in a bodice.

Jack Sparrow pulled her arm, pressing him to her back. He began tying her hands together. "I'm sorry to waste such beautiful girl." He whispered next to her ear. Her eyes closed involuntarily and she felt something moist leak out of her eyes.

"Now go walk the plank." He said as he once again pushed her towards the wooden board. She stepped on it. Before she stepped off, she turned back and smiled hauntingly. "Bye, Jack. Don't forget me. Or... do." She closed her eyes once again and she stepped off the plank. She heard cheers, and the whoosh of the wind against her ears... She hit the water. She could swim, without her wrists bounded together.

She decided to just give up. Water rushed into her lungs. She remembered saying sorry to her mother, father and brother. She remembered saying I love you to Jack. She remembered blaming herself once against for her failure. And then she remembered nothing. Nothingness filled her as she could not make the difference out of the salty seawater and her salty tears.

Up aboard, Jack Sparrow stared into the dark waters. He shook his head. Pity the pretty girl tried to kill him, or he would have kept her. Sudden guilt filled him as he remembered how she kissed him and how bitter she felt.

Shrugging it off, he tried not to remember her saying 'Don't forget me. Or...do.' It haunted him for a moment. What was the pretty lass' name again? Caroline? Oh well, he needed to go on. His schedule was running late.

Why am I so obsessed with the name Caroline? I don't know. It just sounds... I don't really like that name. Ooo, her name's Katherine White.