~Jack POV~

There I was, sailing, surprisingly, on the Black Pearl. I couldn't seem to keep the ship under me own control. I was in a place called the Gulf of Mexico, a large expanse of water of which the entrance was dotted with many treacherous currents and reefs. It was a newer area, one less explored. It was what I found exciting about the place. I scanned the horizon, expecting to see nothing, but something caught my eye. It was….. a ship. I pulled out my spotting scope. The sails of the mysterious ship were silvery-blue. I looked up at the Colors. Teal blue, with a skull and two swords crossing in back. Never seen those Colors before. I pulled the spotting scope away. Bugger. I was holding it backwards. The other ship was within swinging distance. And a young girl was taking advantage of that.

~Girl's POV~

I saw the ship coming from miles away. This was unusual, another ship in my domain. They had obviously never sailed here before, not many had. And they obviously thought they were alone. It sure took them long enough to notice us. By the time the captain had looked up, I had my feet firmly planted on his deck. I stood to my full height, which wasn't really that tall, but not enough to be considered short, at looked him dead in the eye. "Who are ye and what are ye doing in my waters?"

~Jacks POV~

I stared at her in shock. "Your waters? That's impossible! You're what, twelve? I-"

"Thirteen!" she snapped. "I be fourteen years old, by far the youngest pirate on the seas, Captain Narissa Mayami, Pirate Lord of the Gulf of Mexico." Her long blonde hair blew in the wind, eyes as blue as the waves intense with pride. I had no doubts she would behead me right then and there if I said something wrong again.

"Okay…Narissa, was it? And just when did ye become a pirate?" I asked carefully. She was young, and under my assumption inexperienced. If she said anything under a year, her ship was mine, easy. Anything more, there would be a small fight. I was completely unprepared for her answer.

"The day I was born." She smirked, as if she almost expected my shock. She crossed her arms.

"Interesting," I said. "And how long have you been a captain?"

"Why all the questions?" She retorted. She looked at the sky. "I'm afraid I don't have time for them. There be a storm a-brewin'," she said with a grin. "I best get my ship into sheltered waters or risk facin' the reefs. And if ye have any good sense, you'll get back out into open water before she sends yer ship onto the rocks. The passage it that way," she pointed farther south. "Where the water turns a deeper shade of blue, there be a strong current. Follow it and stay far from any land ye see, and you'll be out. But be warned, this be not one of yer little squalls so common on the outside. This be a hurricane, terror of the Gulf." With one last childish grin, like she knew something I didn't, she swung aboard her own ship.

I ran to the railing, along with most of my crew, and watched her ship turn away from us. For a moment, one could glimpse her feathered hat, waving back and forth as if in good-bye. That was the last I saw of the girl for several years.

~Two Years Later~

~Jack POV~

I thought again of the girl as I sat in the Faithful Bride. It was nothing abnormal, I thought of the girl often. It was not that I fancied her, she was too young, but the mystery around her. I had heard a handful of tales after I had encountered her. One had seen her around Mexico, another near Spanish Florida. She was told to be ruthless, stealing ships and beheading those who dared cross her. The stories were consistent up until mine. In mine, she didn't kill, didn't even try to take the ship. What made me, made my ship, any different? Stood and walked off, pondering this as I did every once in a while. Suddenly, something jumped up and tripped me. I'm not kidding, it came out of nowhere! And it probably wont be to happy about me calling it It.

"What?" I asked.

Elizabeth held a finger to her lips and pointed towards the bushes. I followed her, silently peering through the foliage. I could see three figures, two men and a girl of about fifteen. The girl had long blonde hair, all the way to her knees, flowing like waves. Her eyes were intense and proud, fiery spots of water in the darkness. Her sword gleamed silver in the moonlight, moving back and forth between the men so much larger.

"That's the girl, is it not?" Elizabeth whispered. Even though she remained calm, I could tell she was excited at seeing the mystery girl I had spoken of.

I nodded. "It's her alright. And it looks like she's dead." I turned to walk away. It was the girl's fight, not mine. Elizabeth grabbed my arm and spun me back around.

"She saved your life, now its time to repay the favor," she said.

"Nope, I find its best not to intervene in these things, love. It usually doesn't end well."

There was a sharp clang and I turned to see the girl's sword holding back the two men's.

"Where is it?" One of them demanded.

"Where is what?" She asked through gritted teeth, straining to keep their swords at bay.

"The treasure," the other growled.

"Go to the Locker!" She spat.

The men exchanged a look. Suddenly, one of them ducked to the left, the other to the right. The first jumped behind her, grabbing her hair. The second had his sword to her throat. She audibly gasped at the cold of the metal.

"HEY!"

I groaned as Elizabeth jumped up. The men turned.

"What are you going to do now, love?" I asked.

"Ummmm…" she bit her lip.

I sighed and stood up. "Now, gentlemen, lets talk some reason."

"Let go of me you Qumli! Qitiqdhlimaqtsiarit!" She snapped. I had never heard the language before, but I assumed she wasn't complimenting them. The men only seemed vaguely annoyed. The one holding the sword pressed down a little harder, choking her and preventing her from speaking.

"Mate, what good is she to you dead?" I asked. "As far as I know, everything a woman is good for requires her being alive."

The girl glared at me spitefully while the brutes seemed to consider this.

"True," one of them said.

"But if we let her go, she'll never tell us where the treasure be," the other pointed out.

They exchanged back and forth for a minute. I could see the girl's eyes grow frantic as her face turned red. Her eyes met mine, asking for help, but far from pleading. Meanwhile, the men were arguing over whether to keep her around or just kill her now. The argument started to grow heated, with them alternately pulling her hair and pushing the sword harder onto her neck, causing her to wince. Suddenly, the men threw her aside and began to fight each other. She landed face-first on the hard ground, coughing and gasping for breath. Elizabeth grabbed her left arm and I grabbed her right, and together we pulled her to her feet and vacated the premises, the two men's swords clanging together behind us. We didn't stop until we were well on the other side of the island.

~Narissa POV~

When we finally stopped, I sat down heavily, gasping for breath and feeling slightly lightheaded. I put a hand over my throat, feeling the faint scratches and traces of blood. I coughed. Finally catching my breath, I looked up at the people who had come to my aid. "Thank ye kindly, if you wouldn't have stepped in, I'd either be dead or back with those idiots." I looked at the man. "I don't know if ye remember me, but-"

"Narissa Mayami," he said. "A thirteen year old pirate is not easily forgotten."

"I'm fifteen," I stated.

"And how did you end up here, so far from home?" he asked me.

"Everyone needs to see the world now and then," I said.

"What was that about?" the girl asked.

I looked at her. "I'm sorry; I don't think we've met. As Jack said, I am Captain Narissa Mayami, pirate lord of the Gulf." I smiled and shook her hand.

"Elizabeth Turner, King of the Brethren Court," she said.

"Well, Elizabeth Turner, they came to find out that I possess a map, a map which shows the way to the greatest treasure on Earth," I said, a hint of pride creeping into my voice.

"And what treasure would this be, mate?" Jack asked.

I leaned in closer, speaking softly, in almost a whisper.

"The Lost City of El Dorado."