WARNING: THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES! SPOILERS AHEAD!

(well, starting chapter 1)

"Captain!"

Cannon blasts shook the entire "building", sending a shower of dust from any overhead fixtures down. Candle flames wavered and shadows danced wildly across the walls. A teenager ran, shouting between blasts. She wore a simple brown dress with a dirty apron.

It was simply luck that she ended up as Shipwreck Cove's only maid. Her own mother had been one of many maids, but after the Lady of Shipwreck Cove passed, her widower sent the others away. By the time her mother passed, she knew actually how to do the job, so she was hired almost immediately. It was purely luck that the infamous Keeper of the Code agreed to keep her.

Or so she thought.

Abigail was in the fish market that morning when the first ship made it's way out of the Devil's Throat. British Navy. As more ships slowly started to fill the harbor, she knew it wasn't going to be a pretty night. The teenager quickly started the usual preparations for the Troubadour and her own boat. Cargo needed to be purchased for both, and men summoned for Captain Teague's ship, and she was determined to make sure it was done before demand made prices go up.

By the time both cargo holds were full, men accounted for, and even the Piratea Codex loaded onto her boat-as the Keeper of the Code required, the Navy had started firing. Abigail ran in search of Captain Teague in the cavernous maze she was raised in, pistol in hand.

After several minutes of running and being overlooked, she finally emptied that shot into the head of the man behind Teague. Suddenly, he pulled her down another hall.

"You're late, Abby," Edward Teague teased, finishing off the man he was fighting by stabbing him through the chest.

"If I were on time, I wouldn't've been able to shoot the man about to skewer you."

Captain Edward Teague smiled at her. "Everything set?"

"Aye sir. Just waiting on you," Abigail replied, drawing the sword from under a layer of skirt. She had the honor of being personally trained by the man standing before her, mostly because he needed a sparring partner.

Or so he said.

"You changed the sails?"

Abgiail nodded. "And the extras are loaded."

"Good," Edward said, grabbing a lit torch from the wall. "Martha?"

"Asleep in the boat," Abigail answered, looking at the torch, then back at Teague. "Captain?"

Edward Teague's smile softened as he looked at the teenager standing before him. "Cast off. Don't look back. Get the Code to Captain Jack Sparrow."

"What?"

Suddenly, Captain Edward Teague pressed his forehead against Abigail's. He saw the surprise and confusion in her brown eyes. With all that bright blonde hair, it was easy to overlook those beautiful brown eyes. Her father's brown eyes.

His Jackie's brown eyes.

"You don't want to be here when I drop this," the Keeper of the Code stated quietly, before placing a kiss on her forehead. He straightened, smirking. "Now go!"

Abigail's fingers drifted to her forehead. Then her eye caught what was under the captain's hand. A line of black powder, going towards a door that led downstairs. To the main supports of Shipwreck Cove. "Captain Teague, you can't! You wont make it out in time!"

"I've lived a longer life than most. Definitely longer than any of those cockroaches swarming out there," The Keeper of the Code said. "Go. I'll be fine."

With a quick glance at the torch, Abigail nodded. It was hard for her to disobey this man under normal circumstances. Even before he was her employer, Captain Edward Teague was her only father figure. As a little girl, she adored the man that taught her to read and write, to use a sword and pistol, to sail. Despite how wrong it felt, the teenager wasn't going to disobey him now. "Tortuga then. We'll meet in Tortuga. Savvy?"

Edward Teague chuckled. "Tortuga it is." He knew he wasn't going to keep that promise, but if it got her off the island, he'd say anything.

Turning to run back to her boat, she shouted, "See you there, Captain Teague."

The last thing she heard Captain Edward Teague say changed everything. It was something she honestly suspected for a long time, but never had the courage to ask. Something that Abigail wished he would've confirmed so much sooner. "Good luck, Miss Sparrow."

Then the torch dropped.

In the Devil's Throat, Abigail heard the explosion, followed immediately by the telltale sound of countless buildings collapsing. She knew the entire structure known as the Towne of Shipwreck balanced on a few evenly spaced support beams under Shipwreck Cove. With one of those beams blown out, the entire town was suddenly unstable.

The following gust of wind filled the light blue sails of her boat and sent it out of the tunnel into open water. Abigail stood, looking back at the island her boat drifted away from. "Goodbye, Captain."

Martha, a huge black cat with lots of fluffy fur and a red ribbon on the top of her head meowed.

Abigail looked down, and saw the cat sitting on the chest holding the Piratea Codex. Wiping her eyes, the teenager made her way to to front of the boat. At the mast, she grabbed a rope as she leaned over the side, the boat narrowly missing one last rock. Captain Teague gave her an order, and she'll be damned if she didn't do everything in her abilities to accomplish it.

She just had to find Captain Jack Sparrow. How hard could it be?

Hello!

After a very long break, I'm back to writing fan fictions! I saw the new movie opening night and I think I spent half of the credits mentally constructing this.

If I get details wrong, I'm sorry! After I stopped writing fan fictions, I donated most of my research material (AKA: the entire Jack Sparrow series) so now I'm mostly depending on the first three movies' art book, Pirates Wiki, and my own memory.