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POTC IS OWNED BY DISNEY. ENJOY. *THROWS GLITTER*

She should've seen it coming. She should've known.

After all, who would ever want a woman as the captain of a glorious ship? They're just bad luck.

Now, as she watched it sail away, feeling betrayed and upset at her own crew. Her first mate, Barbossa was the one who led the mutiny.

At the mere thought of him, she tightened her grip around the pistol at her belt.

Only one bullet. She swore it would be for him.

The pirate stood proudly on the rigging of her ship. She saw that her destination was getting closer and closer, even though she loved the sea she was glad to have finally reached land. It was a little cramped on her ship.

Her ship passed an alcove, and on it hung three skeletons all clad in buccaneer wear. A sign hung next to them, blaring at her Pirates, ye be warned.

She solemnly took off her beloved hat in respect.

After that, she noticed in the corner of her eye that water was filling her boat, and fast. With that in mind, she jumped off the rigging and went to work, trying to delay the water as best she could.

To no avail. She climbed the mast and balanced on the top, since her fishing boat was nearly totally sunken under water. Luckily, the dock to Pearl Harbor was within a foot's reach. With no issue, she stepped onto land and allowed herself some breathing room.

Someone approached her with a clipboard and an expectant look on his face.

Then she realized, with a sigh, that he was the harbormaster. "It's a shilling for the dock space, and you're going to have to give me your name."

She put on her best, sly smile she could. "Well, how about we say three shillings, and forget the name?" She tossed the coins to him and winked.

There was a moment of hesitation, but he gave in. "Welcome to Port Royal, Ms. Smith."

She had her eyes on a certain ship that docked proudly around the corner. The Interceptor seemed to sparkle in the light as she approached it.

It wasn't as beautiful as her ship, but it would have to make do.

Without making any efforts to hide, she was almost immediately spotted by two of the red-coats. "This dock is off-limits to civilians." The skinnier one stated.

"Sorry, I didn't know."

They seemed overly-suspicious of her. Of course they did, not many women dressed like her. Well, not many women were pirate captains either. Before they could ask anything, she noticed the music which sounded from a nearby Fort.

She abruptly turned. The two red-coats flinched. "Some sort of to-do up at the fort?"

"N-no… someone has to make sure this dock stays off-limits to civilians."

She looked up at the vessel, the word Interceptor branded onto the rim. "This must be some important boat."

"Ship-"

"Ship." She quickly corrected herself.

"Captain Norrington's made it his flagship. He'll use it to hunt down the last dregs of piracy on the Spanish Lake."

Her eye twitched. She could already tell that she disliked this guy.

"Commodore." The other corrected firmly.

"Right. Commodore Norrington."

She decided it was best to continue going along with them. "That's a fine goal, I'm sure… but it seems to me a ship like that-" She gestured to a much larger ship, titled The Dauntless. "-makes this one just a wee superfluous."

"Oh, the Dauntless is the power in the waters, true enough - but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed." He boasted.

"Is that so?" Boy, this was fun. "I've heard of one, nigh uncatchable." They leaned in excitedly. "The Black Pearl."

They looked thoroughly disappointed, which made her a tad offended. "There's no real ship that can catch the Interceptor."

"The Black Pearl is a real ship." The skinnier countered.

"No it's not."

"Yes it is, I've seen it."

As they continued to debate whether or not her ship was real, she wandered onto the Interceptor and explored. It was really nice and pristine. She went to the finely-polished wheel and stroked the handles, longing to go out to the open sea. "Hey!"

They cornered her, pointing their weapons at her. She backed off the wheel immediately and shot them an innocent expression. "Get away from there! You don't have permission to be aboard there!"

"I'm sorry. It's just… such a pretty boat- ship." She said.

They scrutinized her. "What's your name?"

"Smith." She answered.

"What's your business on Port Royal, Ms. Smith?"

"Yeah, and no lies!"

"None? Very well." She sighed, but gave the mostly full-blown story as to why she was there. "I intend to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, and go out on the account do a little honest pirating."

"Pirating?" He asked, while trying to keep a straight face. "A wench like you? I said no lies." She inwardly sighed. Here we go again with this.

He was nudged by the other guard. "I think she's telling the truth."

She gave the other man a grateful smile.

"She's not telling the truth."

"She may be."

"If she were telling the truth she wouldn't have told us."

"Unless, of course, she knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if she were to tell you." She noted, leaving the two men stunned as they exchange a glance.

"So then, they started to worship me-" They were deeply immersed in one of her stories when she heard a nearby screaming.

Her head whipped around until she saw a figure - prominently feminine - land with a loud splash. The other two guards, whom she learned their names were Murtogg and Mullroy, followed her gaze.

"Well? Aren't you going to save her?" She said expectantly.

Mullroy disappointedly said, "I can't swim." Murtogg also shook his head.

She sighed. "Men." They looked a little offended at that, but she ignored their responses. "Fine. Just don't lose these." She said as she took off her jacket, belt, and pistol. With that, she expertly dived into the water.

As she swam, however, the air became a bit more stormy. The current just a bit tougher, making it harder for her to swim.

Confused, she submerged herself.

At last she found her, right at the bottom of the harbor. When she reached for her and tried to swim to the surface, it seemed that something was weighing her down.

She decided it was the heavyweight london-inspired dress that the noblewoman was wearing. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned the back of the dress and let it fall into the deep.

With that done for, she swam much quicker and made it to the dock in no time.

Exhausted and panting slightly, she climbed onto the dock with the woman on her back. Murtogg and Mullroy lumber over and helped her onto the dock. "Not breathing." Mullroy said in a panic.

Still panting slightly, she said forcibly, "Move." They instantly obeyed.

She took a knife from her effects, and sliced her corset down the middle. The woman came back to life, coughing up water. The men stared at her in amazement. "I wouldn't have thought of that."

"Clearly, you've never been to Singapore." She retorted.

It was also the fact that she wore a corset once. It was painful and restricting, and she was never going to wear one again.

As she handed the knife back, and put her coat back on. As she did that, she noticed something glint around the woman's neck. Her eyes widened when she saw what was attached to the chain: a golden medallion with a pirate skull etched onto it. She quickly caught it up in her hand. "Where did you get this?" She demanded.

It made her angry at the mere sight of it.

Suddenly she felt something cold touch her neck. She froze. "On your feet."

More people gather as she stands. The man who held the blade at her throat looked to be important.

"Elizabeth!" The woman who had the medallion looked up as the man with the extravagant powdered wig ran toward her. "Are you all right?"

"Yes- yes I'm all right." Elizabeth, now that she had fully recovered, looked confused but impressed when she saw the girl standing at swordpoint. "Commodore Norrington, do you intend to kill my rescuer?"

So this was Norrington, the owner of the Interceptor. She already disliked him.

Norrington observed her, before she did her best to nod eagerly. He sheathed his sword, and extended his hand. "I believe a thanks are in order."

She raised an eyebrow at his extended hand. Hesitantly, she extended her own.

She should've known Norrington would grab her wrist and forcefully twist it around. He pushed up her sleeve, and on her wrist was a brand. "P". The men gawked at the large letter burned onto her skin.

"Had a brush up with the East India Trading Company, did you, pirate?" Suddenly half a dozen pistols were aimed at her. "Keep your guns on her, men. Gillette, fetch some irons."

He squinted at a tattoo below the "P", it was of a bird soaring over the water. His eyes widened slightly. "Well well, what a surprise. Jack Sparrow, isn't it?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow. If you please."

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