I dont know if I need a disclaimer, but here goes!

I do not own POTC or any characters/plot affiliated with it. I only own Scarlett my OC :)

ENJOY! -StardustChaser2012

Scarlett awoke on the Interceptor, she had found herself tossing and turning all night so she never got a good sleep. Her dreams were mainly filled with nightmares since her last encounter in England; the authorities were not exactly gentle when arresting her. She rubbed her head, wincing when she felt her scar, and continued to feel her hair. Her back ached; she'd forgotten how uncomfortable the crew decks were. She quickly undid the knot which held her hair together and proceeded to put it back into place. Grabbing her sword, (Jack had returned it to her after the fight), she made her way up the stairs to the top deck, the sun warmed her pale skin and the breeze made her feel alive. She'd missed the smell of the sea, the sound of the waves, but she definitely didn't miss the sleeping arrangements. Seeing Will, she walked over to him and said 'Goodness, I'd forgotten about sleeping on ships, I got a better night's sleep on the streets of Tortuga, bet this is a change from the luxury of Port Royal?'

He smiled and said, 'Well, I wasn't part of the wealthy class, I was a blacksmith or a blacksmith's apprentice'

'Ah really? Did you make that sword?' inquired Scarlett, looking at the gleaming metal he sported on his left side.

Will was shocked at her interest, he guessed that he was just used to being inferior to people like Governor Swann and Elizabeth. 'Yes I did actually, I've been practising for years as an apprentice for Mr Brown, and he practically raised me.'

'What happened to your real family?' asked the girl.

'My mother died in England and my father was a-'he hesitated, remembering his earlier argument with Jack on this subject, 'a sailor, Bill Turner?'

'Your father was Bootstrap Bill Turner? Wow, last time I saw him was on the Pearl. You look just like him'

Will scoffed, 'everyone keeps saying that yes, what about your family?'

'My family? Er, there's not much to tell, I can't remember them.' Sensing young William's confusion and interest, she decided to continue. 'When I was very young, I ran away, didn't want to be part of a stuffy upper class family, so I took to a row-boat and never returned. '

'How did you survive in a row boat?'

'Well, I nearly didn't, just about when my supplies had run out, a large ship with black sails passed by and picked me up. I didn't know until a few days later that they were pirates, but they looked after me and made me the 'Cabin Boy'. Hence how I ended up on the Pearl, and met Jack.'

'So, you can't remember your own family, nothing at all?'

'Well, I remember my mother died in childbirth, my father was still alive… and I think… I had a sister of some sort, or a brother? I just can't remember. Not even my last name. The crew of the Pearl became my family, and when I got my crew they pretty much became my world.' A moment passed whilst her story sunk in, sensing the mood had dropped dramatically, she thought she could have some fun, 'so, are you going to show me that sword in action or not?'

Will stood up and smiled 'I wouldn't want to fight a-'

Scarlett cut in, 'A what? A girl? Come on show me what you've got Turner.' She pulled out her sword in a playful fashion and readied herself for sparring. Will laughed and brought out his sword, the two circled each other, both with bright smiles on their faces. Suddenly, Scarlett lunged at Will but was quickly blocked. The swords kept clanging off of each other, the pair were running around the ship, attacking and dodging, they were evenly matched. That is, until Will made one last lunge at Scarlett, who circled her sword around his and lifted up, it made his sword fly across the deck whilst she twisted her leg behind his knee. Will quickly fell backwards, slamming down onto the wood below, Scarlett joining him onto one knee with her sword pointed at his neck. 'I win, Mr Turner' she smiled and got up, holding out her hand to William, who was gracious in defeat. Both looked at each other laughing and panting, when a hand touched Scarlett's shoulder.

'Look love, if you're going to fight someone' he pulled out his sword. 'Fight someone good, or in my case, unbelievably attractive and good' he smirked, as did Scarlett who turned around and began to spar with Jack. Needless to say he was a lot better than Will, but she knew to expect anything from Jack, being a Pirate and all. As the sparring commenced, they were both running round, jumping on top of barrels, swinging round the mast and getting hotter and more out of breath the more they fought. Scarlett tried the move which helped her beat William, but the force of Jack also bringing his sword up caused both swords to speed across the deck. Thinking quickly both went into a rough-house position and started to struggle against one another, Jack tripped up Scarlett but they both fell onto the floor. Scarlett was lying on her back, whilst Jack was on his knees, straddling her so she couldn't fight back. 'I think I win, Miss Scarlett.

Being a sore loser, Scarlett quickly thought to push-off the floor, causing Jack to fall to the side and Scarlett echoed his position on top of her. 'Try again, Sparrow.' Jack then rolled her over again, the crew sniggering at the couple, rolling around on the floor, neither letting go. Jack thought fast and grabbed both her wrists, holding them to the ground so she couldn't move at all. She struggled, but couldn't do anything; sighing in defeat she put her head back onto the floor. 'You win this time Jack' she smiled, as did he, both staring into each other's eyes, their hearts in sync either from the fighting or attraction. The moment they shared staring into the other's soul lasted a bit too long, and both realising this suddenly broke apart and got up. Jack started proclaiming his victory to the crew, earning a cheer from the men, whilst Scarlett glanced around trying to figure out what they just shared. Jack glanced back at the girl and smiled, before returning to the wheel.

'What was that about?' asked Will as Scarlett walked over and sat on a barrel next to his.

'I don't know…' she replied. The day passed all too quickly, everyone was busy with maintaining the sail and performing their new jobs. Gibbs told stories of the deep, and his superstitions whilst Scarlett and Jack stayed away from each other, both were still confused what had happened earlier.

The night fell and the crew retired to bed, but Jack stayed up to watch the wheel. Scarlett lay in her hammock and fell asleep, she just dreamt of the sea and the new adventure she embarked upon. However the face of the man who arrested her kept flashing in her mind, she tossed and turned and eventually woke herself up. She groaned, the lack of sleep taking its effect, she climbed out of the hammock and decided to take a walk. Getting on the top deck she looked to see if she was alone and she couldn't see Jack anywhere. She leant against the side of the ship and looked at the crashing waves below, they were so hypnotizing to her and the sound lulled her into a dreamlike state of ecstasy, she did secretly adore being a pirate. She looked up at the upper deck where the wheel was; she had not been a captain for so long and so hadn't been at the helm of a ship since. Walking towards it, she ascended up the small stairs so that she was standing in place of the captain, who was nowhere to be seen. She reached out her hand and held onto one of the spokes of the wheel, feeling the hard wood beneath her fingers, every crevice or splinter and brought her other hand up, placing it on the opposite side.

As her fingers glided across it, Jack appeared from behind; 'we need to change the heading, two moves west' Scarlett jumped and removed her hands, like a child caught by its parent. 'You do it' she looked back at the wheel and raised her hands to it, but hesitated before moving it, she was so out of practice with ship work. Jack walked forward until he was directly behind her, his head moving into the space between her shoulder and her head whilst his hands snaked down her arms to her hands, holding the spokes of the wheel. His hands on top of hers, felt her warmth and by resting his head on her neck, he could feel her pulse quickening at his close proximity. Together, they moved the wheel to the new heading, even after they had finished their hands remained entwined. Scarlett turned her head to Jack, their eyes locked, and Scarlett turned in his arms so they were face to face. With his arms on either side of her body, both breathing deeply, they moved their faces closer, and closer, until their lips collided in a romantic display of built up passion. Jack then wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss.

They felt like the kiss would last forever, until thunder sounded, and they were blanketed by rain. The storm had well and truly started.

A/N Hello readers! Sorry I dont know much about ships so I could be getting the terms completely wrong! Thanks for reading anyway, Please review! - StardustChaser2012