Hey guys! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated. Things have gotten a lot worse at my house. My grandfather is in the hospital. I've been visiting him every day so I haven't really had the time to write. School has been crazy since I only have two more months till summer. And since my teachers are all bitches, they decide to give us triple the amount of work than usual. So I apologize for my lack of update. I promise I will try as hard as I can to update faster.

REMINDER: thing may be different from the actual movie.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean

~Chapter Four~

POV:

Francesca Jones

It has been five days since jack had saved me from the ship wreck. Five days since the last time I was beaten, raped, or pushed around by ghastly men. Five days since my father's little "pet" destroyed the slave ship I was on along with everyone else excluding myself. Five days since I decided to get revenge over my dead mother. During those five days, I had gotten a lot closer to Elizabeth, Will, Anamaria, and let's not forget my savior Captain Jack Sparrow.

Elizabeth and I became instant friends. We seem to understand each other. And during those five days at sea, I learned a lot about her. She told me that her father is Weatherby Swann, a governor in Port Royal. Her mother, Elizabeth Swann, who she was named after, had passed away at some point prior to the crossing of the Swann family from England to Port Royal. Meaning that she was supposed to be in the care of Davy Jones, but is probably in the locker somewhere. And during the crossing, they came across a wrecked ship and her fist ever pirate ship. The Black Pearl. But when she first seen it, it was being captained by the repulsive man that caused a mutiny against Jack. Hector Barbossa. That was also the time when she first met William Turner. Or Will, as he prefers to be called.

She also told me about how she stole Will's pirate medallion when they rescued him from the water so that he wouldn't have to face the gallows. Over the years, they had become close friends and had begun to grow intimate feelings for each other. She also told me that Port Royal was attacked by pirates and was taken because they thought that she was a Turner. She explained to me what Jack had not, about the curse that was set on the treasure of Cortés. That curse was being unable to die. And in the moon light, they were seen as what they truly were…the walking dead.

It just so happened that the medallion that she had taken from Will when they were younger was a piece of the treasure. It was given to Will by his father, William Turner. Or Bootstrap Bill Turner. After he gave it to Will, the crew pulled another mutiny. But this time, it was on Bootstrap. They tied him to a canon and through him overboard. Elizabeth says that he died. But if he had taken the treasure too, then he wouldn't have died. Which also means, he's either still at the bottom of the ocean or with Jones.

Anyway, Elizabeth was taken by pirates thinking that she was a Turner, because to free the pirates of the curse, they needed the blood of Bootstrap. But since they were stupid and pulled a mutiny against him, they couldn't get his blood. So, they got the next best thing, his daughter's blood. Or that's what they thought.

So while she was on the Black Pearl, Will and Jack where coming to rescue her. When they found her, they fought. Jack became cursed because he stole a medallion. He killed Barbossa when he wasn't expecting it. Then, they escaped the Isla de Muerta without the Royal Navy seeing them in the process, making Jack most wanted in Port Royal.

So now, we are on our way to Tortuga, a pirate port. Elizabeth said that her and Will are going to leave us at Tortuga and hitch a ride back to Port Royal to have a proper marriage. She asked me to go with them, to be a part of their wedding, but I turned her offer down. Not because of the fact that I'm after Jones, but because I can't see myself living on land.

Ever since I was a little girl, before being abducted, I always longed to be at sea. To travel all over the world and see all the wonderful places this world has to offer. To sail the seven seas for the rest of my life. I remember dreaming about being a pirate and playing pirate with my doll that mama made me when I was two. Mama would always laugh and play along with me when I was pretending. Those where the good days.

I also got to know Anamaria a lot better also. Anamaria had sailed with them prior to the mutiny, but then Jack had stolen her boat, the Jolly Mon—or, as Jack himself put it, "borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back", though he never did, as the Jolly Mon sank at the Port Royal harbor moments after Jack disembarked on the dock. I myself found Jack's reasoning quite funny.

This deed was not forgotten by Anamaria, who made a point of reminding Jack of his transgression when they met again in Tortuga when Jack and Will were looking for a crew to help save Elizabeth and to get his beloved vessel back. In an attempt to placate her, and ensure she would join his crew, Jack promised to give her another vessel, which, due to Will's intervention, he was forced to concede would be the Interceptor.

Indeed, Anamaria steered the ship after Will rescued Elizabeth, since Jack had fallen behind during the rescue on Isla de Muerta. She was able to outrun the Black Pearl for a time, and engaged its cursed pirates in combat when Barbossa's ship caught up. The crew was ultimately captured and the Interceptor destroyed, and soon after Anamaria and the others found themselves locked in the brig of the Black Pearl.

When the ship returned to Isla de Muerta, Elizabeth infiltrated the Pearland rescued Jack's crew, hoping they would help her rescue Will. However, being the cowards that they were, wanted to just leave with the Pearl while they had the chance. But Elizabeth convinced them otherwise.

The rest was pretty much the same thing Elizabeth had told me before.

Now with Will…well, the only reason I became close to him, was because of Elizabeth. I was unsure about him… well, all the men on the ship for that matter. But after a lot of convincing that Will was a good, respectable man, I began to trust Elizabeth. But from what she told me, I could tell for myself that I could loosen up around him and not have to worry.

Also during the last five days, I had begun to plot my revenge. I plan to use the crew of the Black Pearl to help me find the chest of Davy Jones and the key. Once I have them in my possession, I'm going to stab the heart, killing Jones, and taking over the job he has of ferrying souls. Because, unlike him, I won't neglect my duties and punish innocent souls.

~xXx~

I was sitting on the steps that led up to the quarterdeck, humming an Italian lullaby my mother used to sing to me while looking out to the open ocean.

"T-that's a beautiful song, M-miss Jones," I heard a man say. If it was just any man, I would have tensed up. But, with the help of Elizabeth, I no longer fear men… well, men on this specific ship, that is. I looked up to see a tall man… well, taller than me anyway. He had to be about 5 foot 9. He had short dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Well, it's really a blue eye and a wooden one, since he lost his right eye and replaced it with a wooden one. He wore a burgundy button down shirt, half the buttons open, with a brown coat on top. He also wore pants the same color as the coat that stopped mid calf. And around his waist held a belt with a sword attached to it. Ragetti, I think his name is.

I gave him a small smile and said, "Thank you. My mother used to sing it to me when I was just a girl. And, please, call me Francesca." I was really beginning to get annoyed with having to repeat myself. Everyone on this blasted ship wants to call me "Miss. Jones", with the exception of Will, Elizabeth, Anamaria and Jack, when I insist they call me by my first name or even my nick name!

"Sorry, F-Francesca. I seem to forget a lot…" he replied, seeming a little nervous. Why would he be nervous? I thought to myself.

I looked around awkwardly. I spotted a short man on the other side of the ship, looking intensely at us. Pintel, Ragetti's uncle. (AN yes, he really is his uncle. If you don't believe me, go to PotC encyclopedia… I have to admit, before I found that website, I had no clue about half the things in there! the link to the site is on my profile!)

"Would you like to sit, Ragetti?" I asked, trying to be polite and ease the tension.

He looked at me hesitantly before sitting down beside me.

"So… may I ask as to why you came to me?" I asked, curiously.

He looked hesitant before saying, "I… You… Uhh… I wanted to tell you… that uhh… you look very beautiful this evening. And I was… uh…wondering if… you would have dinner with me once we arrive at Tortuga…"

I was taken aback, to say the least. Did he really just ask me to have dinner with him? And was that the reason he was so nervous? What do I do! What do I say! Oh God!

"Listen… You're really nice and all, bu-,"

I was cut off by Mr. Gibbs yelling, "Land ho!"

"Yes!" I said, excited to finally be on land after so many years.

"So, you'll go with me?" Ragetti asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure OK," I said, not really paying much attention. I walked back to my room that I was sharing with Elizabeth to change into a clean shirt and pants that Elizabeth had let me barrow.

Note to self: buy new clothing.

Once I was finish changing, I walked out of the room and smack into a strong chest. I looked up and was met with a pair of black eyes rimmed with kohl. Eyes that belong to none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Excited, luv?" he asked. Was it that noticeable that I was excited? I thought to myself.

"Very," I said with a huge smile spread across my face. "A little nervous too," I admitted. "I haven't been on land in so long… what if something happens?"

Jack's face went from amusement to seriousness. "I won't let anything happen to you, luv," he assured me.

I nodded and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Jack," I said, giving him a quick hug. I may be comfortable around men, but physical contact still makes me tense.

~xXx~

Everyone has gotten off the ship the second we were able to. Well, except for Cotton. He had to stay and guard the ship.

I was about to follow Jack to the tavern when Ragetti comes out of nowhere and asks, "So… are you ready?"

I stared at him blankly for a moment. "Ready for what?"

He looked a little hurt after I said that. "For… for dinner?"

Didn't I decline his request? I guess not… Well, what could it hurt? I mean… it's just dinner, right? "Yeah, sure, I'm ready…" I said with a small smile plastered on my face. I turned to jack, who was waiting, surprisingly, patiently for me. I walked over to him and explained to him that I wouldn't be able to stay with him because I promised Ragetti I would have dinner with him. I also told him that I would meet up with him afterwards. With a nod and a smirk on his face, Jack walked into the tavern.

I walked back to Ragetti. He held out his arm to me, which I took, trying to be polite and not crash his sweet little pirate heart. I mean, it was quite obvious he fancies me. I just wish I would be able to return those feeling just so he doesn't have heart break later on when he find out I have no attraction to him what so ever. This may sound a little off for me to say this, but, I like my men tall, muscular, mysterious, handsome, a little crazy, (much like myself. I tend to be a little crazy at times. I just haven't had the chance to show it yet) dark eyes that you could get lost in forever, long dark hair, facial hair, and tattoos. Oh and one more thing. Pirates. I love pirates. I find the whole being bad thing so sexy and… and exhilarating! That also why I always wanted to become a pirate. I was always attracted to them. But, Ragetti… he is only three of the many things that attracted me… but this doesn't mean I won't give him a chance.

Ok, so I know that with my history with men, that I may sound crazy saying what I just said, but with Elizabeth's help, I'm starting over. I'm a new me who won't even think of men to be all ghastly. Even though there are still men out there that are dreadful and appalling, but there are also good and respectful men. Like Jack and Ragetti. Both great men. So why should I let the men in my past effect the relationships I could have in the future? There is no reason for that. So all I could do is move on and get over it. I'm a big girl, and from now on, I'm going to be strong and suck it up! So right here and now, I vow to myself that I will not let any male involved situations bother me any longer. All memory of the past are, as of now, erased from my mind forever.

"Francesca?" Ragetti asked, taking me out of my thoughts. I looked to see where we were, and saw that we were in front of a restaurant called The Brook. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. I was just thinking." I responded.

"Would you like at talk about it?" he asked.

I shook my head. I would like to talk about it, but he doesn't know the true story behind me. All he knows is that I was on my way to Germany and my ship got attacked by the Kraken. This wasn't a lie. We were headed to Germany to trade slaves. But I didn't want to tell him because, then I would be reliving everything and I just got my life together. No need to go back down now.

Ragetti nodded and walked into the restaurant. We sat down in a small booth and started to chat, waiting for the waitress.

"So… Ragetti. Tell me about yourself," I said.

He had a small smile playing on his lips when he said, "well, I was press-ganged into service by the British Royal Navy, but I didn't take well to that life. After a year of beatings, bad food and boredom, I jumped ship and set myself up as pirates in the Caribbean."

"Wow… may I ask you something?" I asked. He nodded, motioning me to continue. "How did you lose your right eye?" I asked curiously.

"Well," he began. "I lost it in battle, and had it replaced with a this wooden one which Barbossa gave me, though I wished to obtain a glass eye since my current one is prone to splintering," he said with a frown, rubbing his wooden eye. "It gets quite annoying…"

"I could imagine," I said. I was about to ask him about Barbossa, (since no one really knew him well enough to tell me, well except Jack, but he refused to tell me) when I heard someone yell from across the room.

"Francesca?" It was a woman. "Francesca Eleanore Jones? Is that you?"

I looked to my left to see a familiar face. "Oh my God," I breathed. "Zara Rose…"

Well? Good? Bad? Tell me in your review! Again sorry for the long wait! I promise not to do it again! I will try my best to update before Friday. I'm going to wildwood for the weekend so I won't be able to update then but if I don't update by Friday then I will defiantly update by Monday when I get back!

I would just like to thank my Beta, chocorose64, because without her… my grammar and spelling about be a complete mess! So… THANK YOU GIRL!