Hi, everyone. Here is a new story for POTC. Hope you like it! I'm not sure how often I will get the chapters up as I don't have the whole script down yet, but I will definitely try to finish this story! I have other fanfics of mine pending and crying for updates, so please be patient with me! I don't own POTC.

This is just an idea that came to me that I wanted to play around with. It is directly after COTBP, and right before DMC in the Pirates of the Caribbean series. Reviews would be helpful! Not all the content in this story will be from my OC's POV, mostly just the first chapters, then here and there later on.

No, this isn't going to be a romance fic between Jack Sparrow and my OC, but I hope you still like it! Reviews are appreciated. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for at least taking the time to read it!

It's not like it was something I had planned to happen! Not that I had wanted it to happen either. It's just that...things got really crazy, and before I knew what was happening, there we were, aboard the iconic Black Pearl, heading out to sea, on a journey that I had been questioning most of my life. It was a journey fraught with unknown dangers, unbelievable creatures, dark souls, and most and best of all, unlikely friendships.

My name is Kate. Kate Summers. My best friends in the world are Elizabeth Swann, Governor Weatherby's daughter, and her fiance Will Turner. We've grown up in Port Royal from childhood.

When I was very little, I'm told that I lived in England with my family. I don't remember much about that, as it was a whole lifetime ago. My father was a respectable man, David Summers, the captain of the guard of an English prison, just outside of London. My mother, who died when I was 11, was a kind woman whom I loved with all my heart, but now she's gone. It's been 8 years since her passing, and the Swanns have taken me into their home, where I work as a maid for Elizabeth. I enjoy it most of the time as it gives me a chance to spend lots of time with her. And I live in a grand house, with my own quarters, humble as it is.

Elizabeth is in love with Will Turner, the handsome and very kind blacksmith here in Port Royal. She and Governor Swann rescued him from a shipwreck 9 years ago. Will and Elizabeth have always fancied each other and I have always enjoyed watching their cute interactions, much to the shock of her father! Will has been good friend, and is always kind to me even though I am a lowly servant.

Last year, our land paid homage to an unexpected guest: the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow himself! It's a long story, but the way Elizabeth told it, it was fascinating to me-probably because I missed most of it!-. She was kidnapped by pirates and dear Will enlisted the help of Jack Sparrow to rescue her. He was very brave! Commodore Norrington was furious and pursued them to arrest Captain Sparrow. When they returned, Will was granted clemency by the governor for helping the pirate, but Jack, being a well renown pirate that he was, was sentenced to hang. But at the last minute, Will created a disturbance and saved his life! Jack, more or less, escaped Port Royal and we have not seen him since, though we hear of his wild antics often. Norrington let him go that day, but as commodore, it is his duty to follow through with the law should Jack return. Elizabeth and Will both told me that they actually found a good friend in Jack Sparrow, even though his methods and motives can get questionable.

I miss my parents very much. We lived together in England till I was about 6-years-old, then Mother and I sailed to Port Royal, alone, without my father. I have never understood why. My mother could barely speak about the matter. All she could tell me was that it had something to do with a special case tried in London, The Marquis of the Midnight Moon. My father supposedly disappeared, but my mother never found out why or how, or if it was even true. The people in this city like their juicy gossip and are more than happy to offer their own theories about why my parents separated, which makes me cringe. Not even Governor Weatherby knows what really happened, even though he made inquiries for us.

I think it was mostly for my sake that Mother kept reminding me of what a fine man my father was, though her heart was broken over his sudden absence. But I can barely remember him. I do remember special things he taught me though. Those have never left me.

Yet, this gnawing feeling has been eating at my gut for years. When Mother died from scarlet fever, I made her a solemn promise: that one day, I will find out what happened to my father and learn the truth, no matter what!