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Someone yelling and a thump woke me up. I bolted upright and looked around. This wasn't my room... it was William's. A head peeked at me from over the bed. I realized what had happened. I fell asleep and changed back. Will woke up, saw me, yelled, and fell off the bed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked dryly while getting up. I did what any pirate would do. I lied.

"Well I came here looking for my black cat… she ran away from me when I was in here. I tripped and bumped my head on the ground so I crawled over to the pile of pillows and fell asleep."

"How did you know I had her?"

"I saw you feed her in a tavern. I even saw when she almost got killed! I was so worried."

"If you were there why didn't you take her back?"

"I knew she would come home… but I didn't know you were going to lock her in your house!"

"Ah Ha! I finally caught you!"

"Wha…" I trailed off. He knew I was a werecat!

"You just said that the doors and windows were locked! How did you get in?"

"Uh! Uh!" My mind wasn't working anymore. I fainted and knew no more.

When I awoke I was laying on the soft bed in William's home. I sat up but was too dizzy to stay that way. I waited a minute and tried again. Will was not in the small shack. I cocked my head.

I wondered where he was when the governor and Will burst through the door. I rolled my eyes knowing that the governor had not a lot of power. I knew there was a small jail for pirates who got into brawls but I had a feeling I was going there.

"There she is!" Will accused, pointing a finger at me.

"What did I do?" I asked trying to sound innocent.

"Sir, this girl broke into my house!"

"Oh, brother, dear are you trying to get me, your dear sister, arrested?" I asked. Maybe it would work. After all we did look a little alike….

"You are not my sister," he said through gritted teeth. I looked at the governor who made himself comfortable in a chair by the door.

"Stop lying, brother dear! I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Well," the governor started, "it seems as like I don't need to be 'ere no more," he said sleepily and got up. He brushed off his pants and tromped out the door.

"I hate you," Will said.

"I know!" I said cheerfully and skipped out the door. However, before I reached the opening I tripped and walked the rest of the way.

I walked through the busy town until I found the place I was looking for. Big Jim's Tattoo Parlor. I walked in and found it was nearly empty. There was one big man covered in tattoos of every thing you could think of.

The other man was very skinny and pale was getting a small tattoo on his arm. It looked like a skull, but I wasn't too sure.

I sat in one of the few chairs placed by the entrance and waited my turn. Fortunately the skinny guy was almost done so I didn't have to wait long. When he left I walked over to the chair where the tattoo equipment was.

"'ello, little lady! What can I do for ye today?" He asked with a jolly voice. He didn't question about my age or anything!

"Um… I believe you gave my father a tattoo," I asked.

"Aye. I might've. I give tattoos to a lot of people. Tell me who was yer father?"

"Jack Sparrow."

He gasped, "Aye… I did give him a tattoo… why do ye ask?"

"I would like ye to give me tattoo on my arm. Right in this spot. The exact same tattoo you gave him," I told him hopefully. I wanted him to remember. No one believes me when they say I am Jack Sparrow's daughter but now everyone will no who I am.

"Aye."

He started the process. It was indeed painful but, being a small tattoo, it didn't take to long. I watched in awe as lines appeared on my skin like magic.

"There you go, lass!"

"Thank you very much! Umm… how much will I need to pay you?" I hoped it wasn't much for I didn't have a lot of money.

He laughed.

"Don't worry, darling! This one's on the house!"

"Thank you very much, sir!" Oh sure I was using my manners. Even though a pirate I still am a young lady.

I ran out of the shop and waited for the stinging to stop. In my mind, though, my only thoughts were of William Turner III.

I was walking leisurely to the docks like I do everyday. But on my way I saw a gypsy's wagon. I walked inside and looked at all the magnificent decorations.

"Good day, little woman," a woman at a table greeted me in a heavy Jamaican accent, "Let me tell you your fortune!"

I nodded and sat across from her. She beckoned me to give her my palm and she made it face towards the ceiling. She stared at for a few moments and I noticed her lips started moving. It sounded like she was mumbling something, but I couldn't quite make out the words. I stared at her in awe.

She looked at me and dropped my hand. This was unexpected and it landed on the table with a thump.

"I see many different things in your future. There is romance," my heart leaped, "and there is much danger. Avoid strangers at all costs and do not trust anybody except your kin."

"When you say my kin… does that mean I will see someone of my family soon?"

"Perhaps… but only you control your destiny."

I walked out puzzled by what the woman meant. I was wondered if she was a fake and she just babbled randomly. After what Will did to me I knew he would never love me.

I continued my way to the dock anyway. I stopped by a tree were I found my tri-corned hat was buried by. I put it on my head being sure to tuck most my hair into it.

I knew that no one was going to get me a job if I looked like a girl so I rubbed some dirt on my face and clothes and walked bravely to the dock.