AN: I'm so happy that so many of you have taken a liking to this story. I was so worried! I know all of you wanted to know who the mystery guest was that Jack wanted them to meet, and now, you will! Here she is, the mystery guest! I hope all of you like her character!

"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist."

Kevin Spacey; The Usual Suspects

Demon Called Deception

Chapter Three: Captain Emory Wyatt

Emory Wyatt entered the busy tavern, her boot heels clicking on the dusty floor. The El Pirata y El Perico had become a bustling tavern in the last fifteen years. Of course, she had been a loyal customer for the last five years, having known the patrons since she was a child.

Emory could feel the eyes of several men looking her over, most of them probably undressing her with their eyes. She smirked, looking down at the outfit that she wore. Her red shirt hung partly off of her shoulders, supported by the loosely tied black stomacher that she wore. Her black breeches hung loosely at her hips, revealing to the world the small tattoo of a skull and crossed bones on her hip. Her black boots were up to her knees, hiding the two daggers strapped to her shins.

Emory gave a mock salute to one of her crew that she spotted sitting among the crowd, a woman sitting on his lap. He lifted his mug of rum to her, acknowledging her. A shrill whistle caught her attention, causing her to look away from her comrade. A smile crossed her face as her eyes noticed the owner of the tavern gesturing at her, telling her to come to him.

"Evenin' lass," he said loudly as soon as she neared him. "Someone 'ere ta see ya. 'E's been askin' about ya all night."

The smile fell from her lips quickly, her eyes narrowing. "Who?"

He pointed to a corner across the room, nodding his head slightly. "Man in the corner. Red bandana. 'E's been waitin' awhile."

Emory turned away from him, her eyes searching the room until she found the man he was pointing at. "Thanks," she muttered, pushing away from the bar and walking purposefully towards the mystery man.

He sat, playing a game of poker with three other men, and by the looks of it, he was winning. Piles of silver and gold sat stacked in front of him, flickering in the lamp-light.

Emory stopped in back of one of the men, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes looked into the face of the man sitting before her. One of the other men looked up and jumped slightly, his eyes widening. She jerked her head up quickly. The man understood the message immediately, grabbing what little money he had left and scrambled away, the other two men quickly following suit. Emory had become the type of person everyone knew never to mess with if they valued their lives. She wasn't one to play around with.

Emory turned a chair around and sat in it backwards, resting her arms on the back of the chair. She stared into the face of this mystery man as he counted his winnings, a grin creeping over his face. He looked up at her and then at the two empty seats next to him.

"Ya sure know 'ow ta empty a room lass."

Emory shrugged. "They know me."

"'M sure they do."

Her eyes narrowed. "Is there something ya wanted Mr. . . ."

His eyes brightened as a grin lit his face. "Captain. Captain Sparrow."

"I don't appreciate being stalked, Captain Sparrow."

"Wasn't stalkin' ya love," he replied, sliding his money into his money pouch. "Jus' have a proposition fer ya."

Emory looked over at him. She had this odd feeling that she had met him before, but she couldn't figure out where. She flipped a hand at him. "Go on."

"There's someone I want ya ta meet. I need ya ta meet me in Port Royal in two weeks."

"Why?"

"Ye'll find out when ya get there."

"I never said I would go."

"Ah," he replied, "but ya will. The prospect of sneakin' into Port Royal appeals ta any pirate. I should know. I do it at least twice a year," he shrugged. "'Sides, it's under new management. The new commodore isn't as bright as the ol' one."

Emory stared into his laughing eyes. was he insane? Why would she honestly want to risk her life and the life of her crew to break into a heavily guarded port?

On the other hand, it could be fun.

She smirked over at him. "We 'ave an accord," she answered.

Sparrow grinned back at her. "Aye. We 'ave an accord," he replied, sticking out his hand. Emory took it, shaking his hand quickly.

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"Ya think it's wise Cap'n?"

"What?"

"Trustin' this bloke claimin' ta be Cap'n Sparrow."

"Are ya questionin' me, Mr. Conway?" Emory asked, sliding down further in her high backed chair.

Conway shook his head. "'Course not Cap'n. Ya know I wouldn't."

"Then why're ya askin' me these questions?"

"Ya said the man ya talked to was young. Maybe ten years older than yerself."

"Aye," Emory replied, nodding slowly.

"The Sparrow I've 'eard of would be near on sixty by now. 'E can't be the Cap'n Sparrow," Conway insisted.

Emory shrugged. "Maybe 'e's 'is son."

He shook his head. "Hasn't got one. Or so the rumors go."

Emory stared up into Conway's eyes, her own odd eyes flickering. He had a point and she understood his concerns. She could easily be leading her crew into a trap. Her eyes narrowed. And yet, for some reason, she felt she could trust this man claiming to be Captain Sparrow.

And now they were sailing toward Port Royal, questions coursing through her mind as to who she was supposed to meet. Emory was confused and she didn't like to feel that way. She always liked to feel in control of a situation. Hell, she was captain after all.

"I understand yer concerns Mr. Conway, but I have to go. There's . . . somethin' callin' ta me," she shook her head slowly, the tangles of her red-black hair waving. "'Sides, 'e's made me curious. Ya know 'ow I get when I'm curious," she finished, a grin crossing her face.

Conway stared down at his captain, watching as her eyes brightened. He found her grin catching and allowed a smile to cross his own face. "Aye, lass, I know 'ow ya get."

Emory nodded, grabbing hold of two bottles of rum, holding one out to Conway. His grin widened, gratefully accepting her offer.

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"Thomas, you should get back to the fort. Commodore Thomson will begin to wonder where you are."

"Commodore Thomson can wait. Right now I am spending time with the woman I love."

"Thomas," the girl replied, playfully shoving his shoulder.

Thomas grabbed hold of her hand, kissing the top of it lightly. "Are you trying to push me away Miss Rebecca? Are you trying to make way for your other lover?"

Rebecca laughed, kissing him gently. "Oh, Thomas, you know I would never do that to you. It is just that neither of our parents know of us."

"It is not as if they would disapprove," he replied. "Besides, I have a question I need to ask you."

Rebecca's eyes widened as she waited for him to speak. She gazed up lovingly into his eyes, hoping against hope that he would ask her the one question she had longed to hear for the past year.

"Rebecca, I . . ." he began.

Thomas' words were cut off as a dull boom echoed from the port, followed closely by another boom, this one louder, closer. In all of her now twenty years, Rebecca had never heard a sound more terrifying.

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Elizabeth couldn't believe this was happening. Not again after so many years of living peacefully in Port Royal. Now here it was again, nearly dark, the sun having just set. Canons fired around her, blasting bright fire into the dark night.

"Not again," she whispered.

Everything led to one conclusion. Pirates.

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A loud thumping roused Emory from a light slumber. "What?" she cried grumpily. Could she never get any sleep?

"Cap'n. Port Royal dead ahead," a female voice said.

Emory opened her eyes to see Destiny standing in her doorway. Destiny was one of three of Emory's female crew, one of the best fighters and pirates she had ever met. She'd never met a man that Destiny couldn't beat.

Emory gazed into Destiny's dark eyes. there was more she wasn't saying. "What is it?" she asked, sitting up slowly, propping herself up on her elbows.

"There's somethin' else Cap'n," Destiny replied hesitantly. "But ya ain't gonna like it."

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Up Next! Chapter Four: Pirates Again. What's gonna happen next? Who is it that's attacking Port Royal this time? What will Emory and Company do? Where are Jack and the rest? Find out next time!

DaydreamBeliever14: I hope you liked the chapter! I'm glad you're intrigued and I hope this satiated your intrigue! You'll learn more about her later!

Dawnie-7: Oh yes, everything will be revealed in later chapters. Of course, there were hints in Silver and Gold as to why he isn't aging, but . . . well . . . that's another matter! Hope you liked it!

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The DuTchess of Doom: Aw! Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! It seems everyone has so far. I'm so happy that everyone likes this story! By the way, I was hoping I could use that quote at one point in the story! I would greatly appreciate it!

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