Hello again, thought I'd get another chapter up straight away, whilst my muse is still here, and long may she reign!

Previous disclaimer applies, hope you enjoy ... (This now skips to the beginning of the Curse of The Black Pearl, although past adventures may be mentioned) ...

Coming up to Port Royal -

Jack and Lottie were in trouble. Again. It wasn't surprising really, but thankfully, they always seemed to come out of it unscathed. However, their small boat, which they had pinched from a cocky female pirate, was sinking. Jack was quickly trying to bail out the water with a bucket and Lottie had taken Jack's hat, trying to do the same. As they slowly sailed past 3 skeletons, hung from their necks, and a sign saying 'Pirates Beware', both pirates stood in respect, Jack taking his hat and lowering his head and Lottie placing her hand over her heart.

They passed hurriedly and tried to save themselves from getting too wet. Jack was now stood on the mast and Lottie had given up and swam to port. Stepping off the mast and onto land, Jack pulled his friend up and began making his way towards the ships. Port Royal was renowned for its stronghold against pirates and it's navy base. The ships were obviously navy made, large and looming, lacking the freedom of a pirate ship, which often had mismatched wood for decking and tattered sails that had been hastily sewn together. These ships were not freedom. They spoke of routine and restriction. It made Lottie shudder just to think of it.

Turning round to look at her partner, she mumbled to him, "Port Master, 2 o'clock." Quickly scrambling for a bribe, Jack turned and smiled at the man, who was watching their vessel, which had finally submerged fully into the water.

"Cost a shilling to tie up ya boat," Jack and Lottie both raised their eyebrows at the man, turning to see the boat gone. "And a name."

"How about 3 shillings and we forget the name?" Jack asked, sauntering up to the man and holding out three shillings, tempting him. Lottie smiled and followed her friend, hoping he wouldn't alert the guards of their presence. They both had the distinctive look of a pirate.

Jack's ringlets were now replaced by dreadlocks, mirroring his fathers. He had, at some point, stolen his bandana back, which was now tied tightly round his head, and had his piece of eight hanging from it. There was also a bone of some sort, which Lottie had given him for supper once when he had been late to a meeting she had planned, trying to gather information about the Pearl. He had been distracted as he was visiting a wench named ... well, it didn't matter what her name was. Either way, Lottie hadn't been happy. At all. It probably didn't help that she had found the wench in her Cabin, naked and taken.

Shaking off his tri-corn hat, still wet from Lottie's attempts at bailing, he slowly placed it on his head. Under his eyes was sailor's kohl, protecting his eyes from the suns cruel rays. He had a small scar, a cross, underneath his right eye and a multitude of scars across his body. His clothing was utterly pirate, yet he held himself with such a distinctive air, that you could forget he was an outlaw.

"You do some digging, an I'll go see if their's anything I can pinch from the posh twats," Lottie said, winking at him and walking toward the town, her hips swaying. Whilst Jack had changed from the handsome young man into a dashing rogue who made women weak at the knees, Lottie hadn't changed much. Her skin was deeply tanned, and she had the habit of sitting at the crow's nest with her legs on show, so they would pick up the sun's heated rays.

Her eyes were the same stormy grey and if anyone had seen her angry, they would notice the orbs melt into a molten silver, right before she attacked. She had also lined her eyes with kohl, which made her eyes all the more alluring. The overall effect was danger, the type of danger that attracted a certain variety of males. Her face was still striking, more so now that she had grown into it. She had developed curves, although not much on her front. Her waist had remained tiny, which Jack liked to take full advantage of, pulling her around deck with an arm around her waist. Her hips had widened and led to a toned rear end and shapely thighs. From all of her work on ships, she was fit and her body portrayed this.

Her hair still fell in its chaotic mess of curls and tangles and reached just below her breasts. When it grew past that mark, she insisted it be cut, saying no decent pirate had hair trailing the floor like some locked up princess. Once, she had used to tie it back, but when she heard of her mother's passing, she allowed it free, as it was the only resemblance she had to her mother, and would allow her to remember fond memories every time it got in her way. Scattered throughout the curls were braids and beads, giving her an exotic look of one far traveled. Jack used to buy beads from every port they stopped at for her birthday and she had some in her hair, some on bangles of leather around her wrist and some decorating a satchel she had traded her chopsticks for.

Watching her walk away for a minute, Jack reflected on what a lonely life he could have had without his Lottie right by his side. Through Cortes, Beckett, Barbossa, she had been right on hand to help him fight. In fact, it had been her who had held the compass when on that dreaded island, allowing her to find the rum, hidden underground.

Quickly, Jack walked towards the big ship, labeled the Dauntless. Two men suddenly blocked his path.

"The docks are off limit to civilians," The fat one said, his double chin wobbling dangerously.

Jack smiled at the man,

"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately." Once again, he moved forward, hoping these bumbling navy lads would leave him be to find the perfect ship to recapture the Pearl. The guards move to stop him. Sighing, he tries to rethink his plan. Looking up to the fort, he hears distant yelling of drill routines. Ah ha!

"Apparently there's some sort of high-toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh? How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?" Laying the charm on fic, Jack hoped they were as stupid as they looked.

"Someone has to stay here and make sure this dock stays off-limits to civilians." The other one proclaimed proudly. 'Pfft, ya not doing a good job of it mate,' Jack thought, amused at his obvious pride.

Remembering Lottie, he decided to do what she said. They both knew of the importance of a good ship, especially if they were to go after Barbossa as planned. Looking away, towards the Dauntless, he peered back at the boat being guarded. Hmmm.

"It's a fine goal to be sure but it seems to me that a..." Jack flaps his arm in the direction of the looming ship. "A ship like that" He points out the Dauntless "Makes this one here a bit superfluous, really."

The two guards looked to one another and then back to Jack. "Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough, but there's no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed."

The pirate smiles, thinking of a ship, one that could out match any in term of speed. He sighed silently, thinking of his Pearl.

"I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast - nigh un-catchable ... the Black Pearl."

"Well...there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor." Mullroy said.

"The Black Pearl is a real ship." Murtogg says.

"No, no it's not." Mullroy said.

Murtogg then said "Yes, it is, I've seen it."

Jack watched the two in amusement. He wondered if they've always been like this. He pitied their mothers. Watching the two bicker, he stealthily made his way onto the ship. Slowly, as if in consideration, Jack runs his hand over the wheel. If she weren't a navy boat, she may have had some beauty in her.

The two guards finally notice Jack. "Hey! You! Get away from there." Murtogg shouts, his chest puffed out.

"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate." Mullroy adds.

"I'm sorry, it's just - it's such a pretty boat. Ship. A lass I know would love a vessel like this," Jack says, thinking that Lottie would like any vessel at the moment, even a dingy. She hated being on land unless it was for an adventure.

"What's your name?" Mullroy asked, suddenly suspicious. Pretty wise, considering the amount of trouble that Jack often finds himself in.

"It's Smith," inwardly, Jack winces at the name. It was too bland, nothing remarkable about it. And Jack was a truly remarkable man, so the thought of such a dull name bugged him. "Me mates call me Smithy."

Mullroy then asked. "What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?"

Jack sighed. He was truly fed up with this lot. Couldn't they just ask him what he had for breakfast. A biscuit and rum. Lots of rum. He made a mental note to find some food later, he didn't want to go after Barbossa unprepared.

"Yeah and no lies." The other added.

No lies it was then. "Well then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships," this ship, Jack thought, "pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasley black guts out, savvy?"

"I said no lies!" One of them shouted after looking confused for a moment. Jack thought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. Just go with the flow Jackie, be like the ocean, he heard Lottie say in his head.

"I think he's telling the truth." Mullroy said, thinking about it. His face looked almost constipated, screwed up in thought. It looked like a lot of work.

"If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us." Murtogg points out.

"Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." Jack watched as their faces betrayed their confusion, looking completely comical. Jack held back a laugh.

After a few moments of banter, Jack settled against a rope and started telling them a story of a cannibal tribe he and Lottie had to face, leaving Lottie out of this version, laying on thick his obvious cunning and intellect. "... and then they made me their chief."

He was cut off by a yell and a splash. Looking round he surmised that someone must have fallen off the battlements. And according to the shouts that someone was a female.

"Aren't you going to save her?" He asked the guards, hoping they would hasten all so Jack wouldn't have to risk his neck.

"Can't swim," one said, the other agreeing.

"Pride of the King's navy, you are," he muttered to himself, taking off his effects. "I'll be back for those," he warned the guards and dove gracefully into the water.

Freeing the wench from her skirt, which was dragging her down, he dragged her up and onto the dock.

"She's not breathing!" One yelled in alarm. Jack grinned, this'll be like Singapore all over again. He had warned Lottie not to wear the corset.

"Out of the way," Jack said, cutting the ties of the corset with a knife. Almost immediately, the woman began to cough up water. He added that onto the list of things that make women instantly unattractive. Something shiny then caught his eye. Was that?

"Where did you get that," he mused, looking into Elizabeth's wide eyes. The wench didn't say anything, too shocked to talk.

Before he knows it, theirs a large amount of men with their guns trained on him. So he was taking the blame for the corset, you'd think she'd be grateful. He sighed, women.

"Hang him," Wait, what? Jack looks horrified for a moment and relaxes, watching the woman, Elizabeth, come to his defence.

"Father! Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" Apparently so, Jack thought. Still, he bowed his head in thanks. Poor lass, being stuck with Wiggy and Snooty.

Norrington looks at her and nods. He sheathes his sword, obviously seeing no threat. Jack 1, Norry 0. "I believe thanks are in order," he says to Jack, holding out his hand. Jack watched it warily, having never been put into this situation before. Slowly, he held out his hand and regretted it immediately. His sleeve was pushed up, showing his brand.

"Had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we, pirate?" The wench gasps, unable to accept that her rescuer was a Pirate. Jack watched her face, seeing her struggle with her beliefs. Briefly, he hears the Governor issuing his execution. Death by hanging, how unoriginal.

"Keep your guns on him, men. Gillette, fetch some irons." Norrington then glances at a tattoo on his arm. He was proud of it, like with most of his other tattoos. They all were the marks of something significant. The Sparrow meaning he had finally found his identity, one he was proud of and no longer did he have to live in his Father's shadow. Barely anyone knew that the Keeper of the Code and Captain Jack Sparrow were related, unless you stood them side by side. "Well, well, Jack Sparrow, isn't it?" Norrington continued.

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow," he stated, watching with glee as the company shifted slightly.

"And where is your partner, Sparrow?" It was well-known that Jack always travelled with Lottie. Sparrow and Carter were household names, infamous among people and pirates alike, but never spoken about indivdually. A storyteller was no good unless they told a tale of Captain Jack Sparrow and his loyal first mate, Charlotte Carter. Whilst he was envied by men and loved by women, she was a figure of not only rebellion, but feminism, a concept weakly taking form. Apparently, women were subtly pushing for better rights, bringing up Elizabeth's reign as an example to their prowess.

"I'm so glad you remembered me, I'd hate to miss out on the fun." The company turned, watching, with eyes wide, as Lottie appeared, a gun pressed against the back of the Governor's head. She smirked at the attention and pushed her way through the group, who all backed away quickly. Rather quickly, she was stood next to Jack.

"Having fun, Cap'n?" she asked cheerfully, cheer that seemed out-of-place in this situation.

"Ton's luv. Wondering when you were gonna join in," he smiled, noticing her bag was filled to the brim and a few new purses tied to her belt.

Elizabeth seemed to have had enough. "I demand you release my father this instant and I'm sure we can negotiate some ..."

During her rant, she had slowly moved towards Jack, giving him the chance to wrap his chains, courtesy of Gillette, around her pretty little neck.

"Don't shoot!" the Governor cried, fearing for his daughter's life. He heard the girl behind him snort, and she stepped up on her tip toes, so she could whisper in his ear.

"Don't worry Gov', nothings gonna happen to the lovely Miss Swan if you do what we ask." The Governor shuddered as her sweet voice, one not made for a pirate, trailed into his ear. He was aware of all the eyes watching them and knew he had to appear strong.

"If you'd kindly give the Captain his effects," she smiled sweetly at Norrington, who motioned for the items to be brought forwards.

"Quickly Commodore, we wouldn't want any," her words trailed of as the edge of the gun travelled down the Governor's cheek, the metal caressing his skin, making him shudder, "accidents." she finished, grinning triumphantly as the gun now rested under his chin, forcing his head to tilt upwards, a mockery of pride.

"He said he came here to steal a ship, sir," the fat one said, looking nervously at his friend, worried that they would be in trouble.

"Told you he was telling the truth," the other one muttered, ignoring the slight snickering form the two pirates.

Soon, Lizzie was putting on Jacks hat and tieing his belt around his waist. "Easy on the goods, darlin'," he grunted as she pulled tightly.

"Yeah luv, he might need those later, but I'm sure if you ask nicely, we can all share," Carter said, innuendo dripping from her voice. Elizabeth's face turned an alarming shade of red and many of the navy men were stuttering and floundering in shock. The poor Governor seemed incapable of speech!

"Your despicable," Elizabeth told the pirates.

"Sticks and stones, luv," they both chimed, grinning to each other at their success.

"He saved your life, you save ours, fair and square and extremely just too. So don't whine, it's unbecoming of a lady," Lottie smirked, drawling out the last words in perfect imitation of Elizabeth's posh accent. The girl was fuming now.

"You will always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow,"

"And Charlie Carter!"

With that, both pushed their hostages away as hard as they could. Lottie was soon in Jack's arms, flying into the air.

"I saw a Smithy this was, come on," she said, beaming at her friend and adrenaline coursing through her veins.

What a great life, she thought, as Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shop.

Ta da! Second chappie, although not as long as the first one. Hope you enjoyed, leave reviews! I want to know how to improve, savvy?