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Disclaimer: I don't own POTC, sadly.

I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly in frustration. "What's the matter? Are ye scared ye lil' wench?" the drunken pirate leered. My eyes snapped open with renewed anger. "No," I hissed as I drew out my white pistol and pointed it to his head. "I'm trying to convince myself why I shouldn't kill you. The funny thing is, I found no reason." This poor excuse for a man had been bugging me for weeks, and this last pervert move of his was the last straw. The bar went silent and the only sound was of the drunk breathing heavily. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't pull the trigger, I beg you. Maybe it'll save your pathetic life," I growled as I shoved the pistol's barrel between his eyes. He slipped from the stool he was sitting on and fell to the floor, passing out as soon as his lumpy body made contact with the dirty floor. I scrunched my nose in disgust and looked over at the other pirates, now most of them were sober (thanks to me) and said "Anyone else wants to try?" daring them to oppose me. However everyone turned their attention to their rum mugs or bottles. I put away the pistol and strode outside.

Tortuga's cold air welcomed me as I hurried out to the docks. 'Who am I?' you might ask. I'm no one special; a twenty seven year old from Tortuga, the name's Pia (pronounced as Pee-ya), Pia Sterlin. Probably you have a lot of questions like 'Is your mother one of the wenches?' or 'Are you a wench?' or 'Are you a pirate?' or 'Do you know the Jack Sparrow?' The answers are yes, no, yes and yes. I know Jack Sparrow quite well; we were friends when we were little kids.

Think of the devil and he appears. Well, not exactly, he wasn't here, but his ship was. The Black Pearl and all her beauty was floating gracefully. "Ah, so the infamous Captain Sparrow is in town," I murmured to myself. I sat down on a barrel, making myself comfortable in my worn-out brown pants, white shirt and brown boots, and preparing to wait for him.

He always slept on his ship. The mutiny that Barbossa carried on him, twice, had left quite an impact. Not long after my train of thought ran out, a figure walked slowly towards the ship. His dread locked hair, brown coat and tricorn hat revealed him to be the man I was waiting for.

"Well, well, well. Look at what the tide washed in," I said as I stood up. His back stiffened, probably because he didn't recognize my voice. He turned slowly and frowned at me. "Do I know you?" he asked after five minutes of trying to remember me. "Of course you do, Jackie," I said using the nick name I used to call him when we were kids. He stared at me in surprise. "Pia?" he asked. "The one and only." "What are you doing here? I mean, what do you want?" I smirked as I jammed my hands in my pockets and walked slowly towards him. "Do I detect a trickle of fear?" "What, you mean I'm afraid of you? Of course not! Why should I-" "Stop acting Jack, you know what I want," I said, no longer smiling or smirking. "Really love, I have no idea what you're talking about," "Oh really, why let me remind you. You owe me 300 doubloons." "Not really, you see, we had agreed that you were going to give me your money, the doubloons, and you were to work on me ship," "Exactly. The funny thing is, when I searched for you the next morning, you were gone," "But seeing as you found work on another ship, that doesn't matter, eh?" (pronounced as a/ey) he said flashing his sly grin. "However," I pressed on "You never honoured your end of the bargain," "Jack Sparrow!" We looked towards the voice's owner and saw a blonde in a tight dress striding over towards Jack.

A look of panic crossed his face as he turned towards me and quickly said "You're hired, as of now," as he grabbed a rope and swung over on board. "I'll be back in a minute, if you dare leave without me…you'll pay for it," I said and ran past the angry blonde to the room I had rented for the night to grab my possessions; which consisted of a sword, the pistol's ammunition, 2 pants, 3 shirts, an extra pair of boots, underwear and the pistol that I was carrying. I shoved everything into a bag and ran to the docks.

And there it was; the Black Pearl and its magnificent glory. Apparently, the woman had gone away. "Oy, Sparrow," I said loudly as he appeared at the wooden railings. "Oh, there you are," he said as he swung a rope over to me. He smiled, thinking that he probably had put me in a fix, however I just smiled back and said "You might want to move out of the way Captain," I grabbed the rope and swung over to the ship as I landed right next to him.

"My room? Or cabin, whatever it's called." He rubbed his chin in mock concentration and said "Well, at the moment we only have 2 rooms available, the crews' and me cabin. I can set up a hammock for you in my cabin, if you'd like, or where the rest of the crew stays, so take your pick," "Oh, your cabin would be nice, I think. But I wonder, where would you sleep?" "In my bed, love. You could sleep in the hammock I'll set up for you, or in my bed, you know that would be a good idea," "Nice try Sparrow," "It's Captain. So you wanna go to the cabin, darlin'?" "You left me no choice," I muttered. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, mate," he said as he flashed a grin.

This is what Pia's gun looks like:

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Sorry if it's a little bit short. I'll be updating soon.