Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Pirates of the Caribbean! I own only the OC character thank you very much!

For the record, I am making this story semi/totally unrelated with the movie sequence. If you want to read a story related with the movies than this isn't your story.

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May twentieth, past sunset.

Isabelle

I am locked up in a cell...again. This time I was captured by a strange man, he looked rather like a pirate. What would a pirate want with me? Why me? He said something about his son and mutiny but I couldn't quite understand his drunk accent. He rambled on about being a Captain and some other nonsense about his son being the Captain of the Black Pearl. May I be skinned alive if he is! I would kill to be part of the Black Pearl's crew. All of my life I have only dreamed of becoming a ruthless pirate and traveling across the seven seas but alas, I have always been trapped inside the confines of my home doing a wench's job. The Black Pearl is considered a legend or a myth where I come from, but I do and always will, believe in it. Someday I will see it, I'd be God damned if I didn't. I have learned the ways of a pirate all on my own with some books and stories. Every night, I would lock myself away in my room to practice and train my fighting skills and swordsmanship. I am rather good at it if I do say so myself. My parents despise pirates almost as much as they despise me, their own daughter. Many times have been locked up without food or water for weeks by my parents. When I am free I can only do what I'm told; scrub the floors, wash the dishes, hang the wet clothes, get us dinner, but no more. Soon I will escape my home and become a pirate and sail the seven seas. I have always dreamed about meeting the infamous, Jack Sparrow. Since I can remember, I have looked up to him and his adventures, and I have set out to search for him but I have been captured by men or hunt down by an angry father and then locked up, that was just my luck. But soon that will all change, I am determined I will reach my goals. I will be one of the most infamous female pirates of England and maybe the seven seas. No one will get in my way, that I swear. First, I must find a way to escape this rotting cell.

I closed the log and placed the pen that were thrown in the cell for my 'entertainment' into my belt. I walked up to the moss covered bars of the cells and looked out. I seemed to be in some kind of storage room. I placed my hands on the bars and shook them. The cell's gate creaked and made a lot of noise as it moved slightly from it's place. I shook it more in hope that it was rotten enough for it to fall from it's hinges but alas, it did no such thing. I walked father into the small cell and looked around for any sign of escape. I walked up to the back wall that was the only one that wasn't made of metal bars. I knocked on the wall and it created a rather hollow sound. The wall was made of wood. I knocked harder and some rotten wood fell. I figured if I hit it hard enough, it would cave in, but then I realized that it would take me nowhere I wanted to go since it was the back wall, it was probably supported by another wooden wall behind it and by then someone would have come down to see what the noise was about.

My sword was taken from me before I got into this mess of a cell...I have no escape...I thought to myself miserably as I sank to the wet floor. I rested my head on the rotting wood and closed my eyes. I sighed heavily and then I heard a door swing open and some men laughing. The light illuminated the dark cell nicely enough to see the room better. I quietly walked up to the left side of the cell to listen to them better.

"Jackie! I swear to you, this one is bewildering!" I heard a familiar voice say. I have heard no one but my captor today so it must have been him.

"Father, I don't wish to be ungrateful but I'm not interested upon your offer." I heard someone else say, another man surely.

"Don't be so naïve son. I didn't go through all that trouble for nothing!" My captor said merily.

"Alright, if it'll settle you down then I can take a gander at 'er." The other man said, likely a pirate as well considering his accent.

I heard a set of footsteps walk away from the door. I saw one shadow being cast just before the door shut. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs but stopped halfway through. I saw a figure sit on one of the steps and pull something out. I listened carefully and heard liquid swashing around. I waited for five minutes and the man remained in the same place. I didn't call him over just to be safe. I walked back to the back wall and slid to the bottom. I closed my eyes. I sighed heavily once more. I then had a strange urge to sing. To sing the song that I had conjured up when I was trapped in a cell for a week and my captor brutally abused of me physically. He also abused a small boy and another girl no less than two years younger than I. I tilted my head to the side and began to sing freely.

His little whispers. Love me, love me.

That's all I ask for. Love me, love me.

He battered his tiny fist to feel something,

Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something.

Monster.

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here.

Looking through the window.

That night he caged her,

Bruised and broke her,

He struggled closer,

Than he stole her.

Violet wrists and then her ankles,

Silent pain,

Then he slowly saw their nightmares,

Were his dreams.

Monster.

How should I feel?

Creatures lie here.

Looking through the window.

I will,

Hear their voices,

I'm a glass child,

I'm Hannah's regrets.

Monster.

How should I feel?

Turn the sheets down,

Murder ears with pillow lace.

There's bath tubs,

Full of glow flies,

Bathe in kerosene,

Their words tattooed in his veeeiiiins!

I hadn't realized how much effort I had put into singing and I also hadn't realized that the man was no longer at the stair case. I slowly lifted myself from the floor. Water dripped from my clothes and broke the silence. I could her my ragged breathing and my pulse drumming in my ears.

"That's one beautiful voice you've got there, love." I heard someone say from the gate.

I slowly walked up to the gate. I stopped at arms reach and squinted my eyes to try and see the man. It was too dark, I could only make out his figure. He was about a head taller than I, very lean figure and he wore a tricorn hat. He was most definitely a pirate. Only pirates wore those hats.

"Thank you, stranger. What are you doing here? Most importantly, what am I doing here?" I asked.

"That isn't really important, love. What is your name?" He asked.

"Who do you think you are?" I asked angrily.

I heard a clicking sound and then a small fire light came on the dimly light the features of the man. My breath caught in my throat. He was the most handsome man I've seen in all my life...for a pirate. Oddly, this pirate looked very familiar, I know I've never seen him in person but I know I have seen him somewhere before. He hung the lantern on a hook. He swung his bottle of rum and took a sip. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"I, my love, am Captain Jack Sparrow." He said.

My heart skipped a few beats. I nearly flew to the gates to get a better look at him. I didn't have a single doubt that this man, this pirate, was indeed THE Captain Jack Sparrow. I couldn't even think where to begin.

"And who do I have to pleasure to address?" He asked.

"I am I-Isabelle." I said nervously. I didn't want to make a fool of myself of the man I have dedicated my whole life to.

"Well Isabelle,do you wish to hear the truth or something along the lines of the truth of why your here?" He asked as he leaned against the gate and moved the bottle in circles.

"The truth." I answered.

"Well. The man who captured you, Captain Teague, is indeed my father. He kidnapped you because he thought I would be interested in a beautiful girl. But two both of our misfortune, the man is awful drunk. He knows very well that I am a infamous pirate, I cannot have a fragile woman with me to get her killed. It's very ungentlemen like." He said staring at the whirl pooling liquid in the bottle. "Don't get me wrong, you seem like a very interesting woman, but I can't put a fair maiden in danger. I may be a pirate but I have my manners." He said.

"I-I..." I couldn't find a way to tell him what I felt for having the life of a pirate. Then I remembered my memoir. I discreetly took it out of my belt while he was staring off into the distance. I 'accidentally' dropped it a foot away from me and in front of him.

He noticed it and bent down to get it.

"What's this?" He asked as he opened it and began to read it aloud.

"That is my m-memoir." I said.

He moved his body to face me but continued to read the small book. He then looked up at me and handed me said book.

"You wish to be a pirate, love?" He asked in his oh-so-charming voice.

"Yes, more than anything in the world." I said confidently.

"You wished to meet me? Well what are the odds that my father had you locked up in a cell for me?" He said with a smile. "You run away from your abusing parents, your good with a sword, you've been abused by other men and pirates, you life is miserable and you wish nothing more than to be a part of my crew on the Black Pearl? Correct?" He said all in one breath.

"Yes." I said with hope ringing in my voice.

"Now, Isabelle, being a pirate is no easy task. You will be in grave danger every moment of your life and my crew isn't accustomed to a female member. Your life will turn every-which-way and you will have countless inju-" He was saying before I interrupted abruptly.

"I do not care. Your words of warning will not change my burning desire to be a pirate and escape my life as a miserable wench to my pirate hating parents." I said determination seeping off every last word.

"Swabbing decks, hoisting sails, little food, poor hygiene, obnoxious pirates and scallywags, little sleep, life or death situations, imprisonment, arrest, mutiny, bloodshed, long periods of time without land, disturbing people and places, rape, battle, kidnap, sacrifice, sexism, drowning, treason, discomfort, pain, abuse, swabbing more decks, ship wreck, abandoned, killed, running, leaping off cliffs, walking planks, being eaten, cursed, assault, false accusation, threaten, fighting, shooting and dying." He said quizzically.

"It's a pirate's life for me." I said in a song song tone.

"There is no talking you out if this is there, love?" He asked with a smile.

I shook my head. "I live my life like that everyday. There's nothing I can't handle." I said confidently.

"You have no opportunity to pick up your things back at your home, love." He said.

"It's not like I had anything to begin with." I said casually.

"There is no female clothes on the ship. What are you wearing anyway?" He asked as he stepped back to look at me.

"I'm wearing a white shirt much like yours with a black corset, some black breeches I stole not too long ago, a pair of black boots that are still intact, a red bandana, my belt for my weapons, a black leather coat that belonged to father and I think that's all on clothing." I said viewing myself.

"What do you mean on clothing?" He asked.

"Oh I meant that I'm also wearing some coal liner rimming my eyes and I have some red ribbons tangled in my hair." I said.

"Very well, you attire is fit to be a pirate until further notice. Don't they confuse you for a pirate and don't your parents despise pirates?" He asked.

"I only wear this when I'm out...searching for you and your crew." I said shyly.

"Oh. Well, welcome to the crew, Isabelle." He said as he slid his hand through the bars asking for mine. I gave him my hand and he shook it gently and placed a small kiss on the back of my hand. I felt a small blush on my cheeks. "From now on, don't ever expect that kind of hospitality, love." He said as he let my hand free.

I shook my head.

"Step back." He said as he pulled out him pistol and aimed it for the lock on the gate.

I quickly stepped back and he shot the lock and it fell to the ground with a loud thud. He opened the gate for me and I quickly stepped out to be in front of him.

"Hello." I said with a smile.

"Ah, hello, it's been a while hasn't it? It's nice to finally meet you from not behind bars." He said with a smile of his own.

"We share equal feelings." I said with a curtsy. He bowed forward.

He bent his arm and extended it to me. "Shall we?" He asked as he addressed the door.

I wrapped my arm around his. "Aye, Cap'n." I said as I followed his tug after he got the lantern back.

We walked up the steps and through the door that led to some kind of tavern. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the brighter light, I felt something smash against my head, hard. Then I felt someone catch me, or was that the floor? I then saw everything slip away into darkness but before that, over all the yelling and screaming and smashing, I heard the Captain yelling at someone.

"Father! What did you do that for?" He yelled.

"I didn't see you there and I thought she was getting away!" He yelled back.

I heard the Captain grunt as he lifted me off the ground, bridal style and walked me out of the tavern.

And then came the darkness.

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