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Chapter List
- 1-The Princess and the Pirate
- 2-Chapter 2
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Hello readers! This is my first work of fiction I have
posted so be nice and above all enjoy it! Reviews are great, to know whether
you like (or hate) my story will definitely make me write more.

If some of the details (geography, ages etc) aren�t completely accurate, use a little poetic
licence huh people? This is set approximately 22 years after the events of
�Curse of the Black Pearl� and doesn�t take into account anything that happened
in �Dead Man�s Chest� or POTC:3 (I don�t remember what it�s called :s) so
pretend they never happened and enjoy!

Chapter 1

The hull of the Black
Pearl seemed darker still as it crawled into Tortuga Harbour, in fact
anyone that had been watching it on this late afternoon would not have believed
it was the infamous pirate ship, scourge of the Caribbean and rumoured to have
the largest bounty of any other ship in history, hidden away somewhere only the
captain knew. Ah, the captain; Captain Jack Sparrow. Undoubtedly the most
recognized and legendary pirate to ever grace a ship; who would have known that
he was the reason for such a sombre mood that day.
As Nicolas Abraham stood at the helm of the great ship a
sudden sadness swept over the pirate and he dropped his eyes, tears prickling
the back of them. He remembered the last time they had been to the pirate town,
so full of life and jollity as they bragged about their latest conquests, their
bounty and how they were, and always would be, better than the, �Navy scum�. It
had been shortly after that, when they had left to make for Haiti when the aforementioned,
�scum� had attacked. And had they attacked. The Pearl groaned as they
berthed in Tortuga and, if Nicolas believed
such things, he would have said it was in relief that she had finally been
allowed to stop. Her mast was barely straight, having taken a massive blow.
They had lost three of their cannons of the portside and two more on the
starboard. There had been more damage that Nicolas just could not think about
now because, eventually, it would lead to him thinking about the men they had
lost too, their cost far out-weighing that of the ship. Good, decent men,
pirates to the core.
�Are we going ashore?�
The unusually quiet voice of Andrew Turner bought Nicolas
out of his thoughts, something he would admit he was thankful for. Turning he
nodded, looking briefly past the tall, dark-haired pirate at the rest of the
crew stranding on deck, most of them at least and, he couldn�t help but notice,
far less than there should have been. With one extremely
noticeable absence.
�Aye,� he replied, eyes going back to his friend, �We need
to get the ship fit to sail again.� Hearing the tired murmurs and quiet
protestations from the rest of the crew Nicolas sighed, taking off his hat to
rub his forehead, pushing his inky-black hair back as he replaced it. �We�ll
stay as long as we need to,� he said, addressing the whole ship, �It�s safe
�ere. We start on the ship tomorrow. Tonight, we mourn.� And mourning meant a
hell of a lot of drinking and whores, both of which Nicolas did not partake in
but he would not deny the crew it. �Cristen,� he said, addressing the ship�s
doctor, �Make sure the men have enough money to take ashore. As much as they
want for tonight but remind them we have a ship to repair.� The blond pirate
nodded, rallying a few of the other men to help him as Nicolas looked back out
at Tortuga harbour.
�Not the same is it?� Andrew said, coming to stand beside
him and leaning against the side of the ship. He pushed a hand back through
shaggy brown hair and brown eyes locked with Nicolas� grey, the latter not
having to speak to make his feelings known.

�Let�s get ashore.�

It had been a slow few months in Tortuga and no place had
paid the price more for this than the �Tortuga Arms� tavern. It seemed that
fewer and fewer ships were returning and that meant fewer and fewer pirates,
which in turn meant lower and lower profits. And profit was something
Bernadette Luce understood very well. As the co-owner of the tavern she had
longed for the day a ship would berth back in the pirate town, and now�
�By �eck!
It�s th�Pearl!�
With a whoop of delight the busty blonde barmaid tossed the cloth down she had
been using to wipe over the glasses and quickly went to the cellar, shouting
down for the boy to start bringing up every barrel of rum they had. Grinning the woman clambered back up the stairs, panting as
her hefty frame had not moved so fast in months as she went to the back room of
the public house and burst through the doors. �Amelia! Amelia the flippin� Pearl�s �ere!�
With another whoop of delight and a yell of, �I�ll go an� get the girls!�
Bernadette dashed from the room again, leaving a young red head working on the
hem of an expensive-looking dress wide-eyed and opened mouthed at her
revelation.
�The Pearl,� she
breathed, a grin spreading across her pretty face as Amelia Hart tossed the
dress and needle aside to jump up, brushing her hands down the skirt of her
moss-green dress and tugging the front down a little to reveal a modest amount
of cleavage. She was no whore, that was her sister�s job, but she knew what
pirates liked to see. Tossing her mane of curly crimson hair over her shoulder
and straightening her back Amelia sauntered out of the room into the bar,
grinning when she saw the other girls whom worked for her and Bernadette piling
through the door, their expressions matching hers. Pearl men always paid well, that was a well-known fact whether it be for rum, ale or whores. Especially the
captain. For a moment the grin faded; she had been so excited she had
forgotten all about Captain Jack Sparrow. Shaking her head the young woman
moved behind the bar, the grin back as Bernadette nudged her gleefully in the
side.
�This�s what we�ve been waitin� for lovey!�
�I know! The amount these pirates pay�ll
be enough to keep us in business for th�next year at
least!� She laughed as the older woman whooped again then again when one of the
girls cried that they were coming.
�Places darlin�s!�
Bernadette cried and as the girls positioned themselves around the bar and
tables to best show off their assets the tavern doors swung open and around a
dozen pirates walked solemnly in, Nicolas at the head of the group. Their eyes
didn�t even go to the girls dotted around, most of them just slumping into
seats and some resting their heads down on the tables as Amelia�s grin slowly
started to fade.
�Well ain�t you lot a sight for
sore eyes eh!� Bernadette�s watery grey eyes scanned over the men, none of whom
replied to her. �Fuckin� �ell who
died?� she muttered, �Yer like a bloody funeral
parade!�
�Rum for the men,� Nicolas snapped, slamming his hand down
on the bar top and making the two women standing behind it jump, Bernadette
quickly nodding and going to fetch some jugs.
Taking off his hat and leaning heavily against the bar
Nicolas rubbed his forehead, pinching his eyes closed as tears stung the back
of them. Perhaps it hadn�t been a good idea coming to Tortuga,
too many people knew them and of their reputation. Too many questions would be
asked.
�So where�s yer captain sailor?�
Questions like that. Slowly opening his eyes Nicolas
regarded the young woman leaning against the bar in front of him, a smile on
her pretty face as curls of a luscious red fell over her shoulders to her
cleavage. Nicolas allowed his eyes to trail over her for a moment before taking
them back to her face and her inquisitive clear green eyes. She had obviously
noticed the attention he had been giving her because her cheeks had flushed
slightly and if the situation had been better he may have offered a triumphant
smirk. Instead the pirate shook his head, pushing himself back from the bar and
dropping his eyes to the floor. The truth was going to come out sooner or later
so he replied, �Dead. Killed by the soddin� Navy and
lost at sea.� Glancing back up at her the flushed cheeks were gone and her
cheeks were as pale as an English rose�s, her eyes wide.
�Wh�what?� she breathed, �He�s�Jack Sparrow is-�
�Captain Jack
Sparrow,� Nicolas snapped and the woman flinched before shaking her head, her
hand going to her pink lips as she ran from the bar, throwing the tavern doors
open and stumbling out into the street, unaware of Nicolas� curious eyes
following her before going to Andrew, who shrugged in response.

Amelia ran as fast as she could through the streets of
Tortuga, turning down various back streets and alleyways which as the sun
started to set over the island made her shiver; she knew what lurked in the
shadows, who lurked in the shadows.
Only one thing was on her mind though; Jack Sparrow was dead. Reaching her
destination the woman, stumbling over the body of a man passed out in her path
threw open the door to �The Faithful Bride� brothel and darted up the stairs.
�Lilly! Lilly where the hell are ye!� Hearing a moan
and a low grunt from one of the rooms down the hall Amelia rolled her eyes a
little and moved quickly towards it, knocking hard on the door before pushing
it open.
��melia!�
Amelia gasped and averted her eyes as the cry of shock came
from the young girl on the bed, her face flushed (though wearing an expression
of boredom prior to the red-head�s arrival) and her arms pinned above her head
by the over-weight, obviously much older man on top of her with his breeches
around his ankles.
�Fuckin� �ell don�t you get no
privacy?� the man said, Amelia now noticing it was in fact the messenger whom
had bought her his mistress� dress to mend, �Get the fuck out of �ere woman!�
�Oi!�
Tugging her hands free the young whore shoved the man backwards, Amelia looking
away again as he fell off of the bed and onto the floor, his erect penis in full
view. �That�s my sister you fuckin� oaf! And th�owner of this place so show some fuckin�
respect if y�want to come again!� The man just
grunted, muttering something about not coming yet anyway and sat back up on the
bed as Lilly Hart slid off of it, pushing her deep red skirts back down and
running a hand through long, wavy dark-auburn hair as she went to her sister.
�What�s wrong?�
Amelia looked at the younger woman with an expression of
regret, biting her bottom lip a little. �I need t�talk
to you outside,� she said taking her arm.
�Hey we ain�t finished yet!� the
man yelled.
�Finish y�self off!� Lilly snapped
back before letting Amelia pull her out of the room, closing the door behind
them. �Alright what�s goin� on? �e
was going t�pay well.�
�Lilly,� Amelia said with a sigh of exasperation, the real
reason she had come to find her sister leaving her mind for a moment, �I�ve
told ye I don�t want you workin� �ere.�
�And I�ve told you
the �Arms� don�t pay enough,� Lilly replied, crossing her arms over her ample
cleavage and giving her sister a stubborn pout, �You own this fuckin� place �melia, y�can�t tell me I can�t work here.� At Amelia�s narrowing
of her eyes Lilly sighed, rolling her own dark brown-almost black-pair
dramatically. �Sorry, I know y�don�t like me swearin�.� Shaking her head Amelia let out a sigh of her
own, tenderly brushing a strand of Lilly�s hair over her ear and leaving her
hand on her cheek. �Amelia what�s wrong?� the girl asked quietly, shows of such
affection were unusual between the pair; something awful must have happened.
Amelia couldn�t help but bite the corner of her bottom lip,
a nervous habit she had had since she was a small child. �It�s the Pearl,
Lil. It�s back,� she said softly, watching as the
girl�s face paled but a fire grew in her eyes as she moved away from her
sister�s hand.
�Is he here?�
Lilly asked, her voice hard and in a tone Amelia
wasn�t used to hearing, not to her, �Amelia? Tell me is h-�
�He�s dead.�
For what seemed like hours when it can only have been
seconds there was silence between the two sisters, both just staring at each other. Finally Lilly let out a choked gasp, shaking her
head.
�I don�t believe it.�
�His crew are in th��Arms��,�
Amelia said softly, moving her hand to stroke her sister�s cheek again but the
dark-haired girl pushed it away, shaking her head vehemently again, �One of
them told me. Y�should see �em,
Lil, they�re devastated. They�re-�
�They�re lying!�
�They�re not! They�re not.� Sighing again Amelia shook her
head. �You should see �em, Lilly.�
�I fuckin� will.� Moving past her
sister Lilly tore back down the hallway and stairs out of the brothel, Amelia
going after her yelling her name to try and get her to stop. She knew what her
baby sister was like; the pirates didn�t stand a chance.

A jug of rum for each of the men had been put on the table,
Bernadette standing to the side teary-eyed with the rest of the working girls.
��e was a good man,� she said quietly shaking her head, passing a dirty
handkerchief to the girl beside her who blew her nose loudly into it, �Always
looked after us. Looked after Tortuga.�
�Aye,� came the reply from the
pirates sitting at the table, Nicolas bent over his jug of rum even though he
did not drink the stuff. Beside him Andrew clapped a hand on his friend�s shoulder,
squeezing it as Nicolas looked up at him and just nodded before standing up,
raising the jug.
�To Captain Jack Sparrow. May he
rest in peace. We�ll never forget ye Jack.�
�Aye, to Captain Jack!� chorused the rest of the men, the
women weeping and some breaking into sobs behind them.
It was at this moment, as the pirates were drinking from their jugs of rum in
memory of their lost Captain that Bernadette noticed Lilly standing frozen at
the door. She had heard everything and now her eyes were fixed on the
black-haired pirate whom had spoken.
Feeling eyes on him Nicolas looked towards the door, wiping
the back of his hand across his mouth and trying not to gag at the foul taste
as he eyed the young girl. �What d�ye want?� he asked
her, drawing the rest of the crew�s and the women�s attention to her. There was
something oddly familiar about those eyes and Nicolas couldn�t help the shiver
that ran down his spine as they stayed fixed on him. Andrew�s eyes too went to
the girl and he couldn�t help but let them travel over her, over the dress that
although full-skirted clung to all the right places of her slim figure, the
ample amount of tanned cleavage she was showing all the way down to her bare
feet. His eyes went back to her face, though she seemed to have noticed him
looking at her and she shot him a glare before going back to Nicolas.
�Is it true?�
Amelia finally caught up with her sister and panting a
little moved her out of the tavern doorway and inside, keeping a hand on her
arm in what she hoped was a calming gesture. �You shouldn�t be here,� she said
quietly, making the girl shake her head and lock eyes again with the pirate.
�I asked ye a question.�
A small titter of laughter went through the pirate crew, a
mutter of, �She�s tough for a whore,� coming from one as another slapped him
heartily on the back; such entertainment had been needed on this sombre night.
�I asked you one first,� Nicolas said back, his eyes
narrowing at Lilly as he realised, thanks to his more experienced crew member,
that she was indeed nothing but a harlot.
�I want t�know if Jack Sparrow is
dead,� Lilly snapped at him, her hands flying to her hips as she shook Amelia
off of her, �Tell me!�
�Fuckin� whore, get out of here!�
the ship�s carpenter Joseph Raid barked at her, chugging down more of his rum.
�Don�t you speak t�her like that!� Amelia yelled back at him, moving protectively in
front of her younger sister as the pirate just scoffed and shook his head,
ordering more rum to be bought to the table.
�Joe,� Andrew said shaking his head in something like a
warning not to start before looking up at Nicolas, whose eyes had narrowed even
further at the dark-haired whore.
�It�s Captain Jack
Sparrow,� he said lowly, �And yes, he is.� There was a pause, a deathly silence
spreading over the tavern only broken by the ruffle of skirts as Lilly moved
back in front of her sister to face the pirate.
�I don�t care if it�s His fuckin�
Majesty Jack Sparrow, dead is what the bastard deserves!� she spat, hands
clenching in fists on her hips as she glared at Nicolas, the pirate looking
back at her in shock.
�Y�bitch!� The rest of the crew
were now standing, chairs scraping noisily back on the stone floor as they
glared daggers at the young girl whom dared insult their beloved Captain.
�Lilly Hart!� Bernadette gasped,
going to the younger girl and standing in front of her in a matron-like pose,
�This ain�t the time for this silliness girly!�
�It is!� Lilly snapped back, ignoring the growling and
hissed insults coming from the pirates as she pushed past Bernadette and looked
Nicolas straight in the eye, �Because they should know I�m glad the bastard�s dead! I �ope �e fuckin� rots at the bottom o�th�sea!�
Nicolas wasn�t entirely sure how he was controlling his
anger, he was short-tempered by nature and when anyone spoke ill of his friends
or of his Captain�His fists clenched at his sides though and he slammed them
down on the table, making the women around him including Lilly jump in fright,
though the fiery-eyed girl regained her composure quickly.
�Who the fuck d�ye think ye are!�
the carpenter roared again at her, knocking his empty jug across the table
towards her and narrowly missing hitting her, ��ow
dare ye talk about Cap�n Jack like that!�
�Lilly stop!� Amelia said going to
her sister again, her tone pleading as she eyed the livid pirates standing
before her but Lilly just shook her away.
�Ye want t�know who
I am?� she hissed back at Joe, eyes going to each of the pirates around the
table until they went back to Nicolas, �I�m �is fuckin�
daughter!� The revelation stunned
them all to silence, except Amelia who pinched her eyes closed and let out a
heavy sigh and Bernadette who just shook her head. �Y�heard me? I�m �is daughter y�bastards!
The daughter he left when I were just four years old �cause �e didn�t want t�see me anymore! So I �ave every
fuckin� right to be glad he�s dead!� Again silence
settled over the tavern aside from Lilly�s heavy breathing, she was so worked
up her face had flushed completely red and she swore she could hear the thud of
her heartbeat.
�You lying whore.�
The growled insult from the black-haired pirate was enough
to make Lilly flinch a little, swallowing hard as she tried to get her
breathing under control.
�I�m not l-�
�You are!� With a swipe of his hand Nicolas knocked his
half-empty jug off of the table as he glared at Lilly, leaning his fists so
hard on the wooden surface that it creaked. �Yer
nothing but a gold-digging harlot!� he hissed, �Y�know of the Captain�s booty
and y�think by making up lies about being his daughter we�ll hand it over!�
�I don�t want anythin� from �im!� Lilly cried
back, taking a step back towards her sister as Nicolas started moving around
the table towards her, �But I am �is daught-�
�Prove it then!� Lilly flinched again at the yell, Nicolas
almost reaching her now as Amelia grabbed her arm. �Prove it then ye whore!�
The girl opened her mouth as if to retort but shut it quickly, dropping her
eyes to the floor as Nicolas let out a bark of laughter along with the rest of
the crew. �See! Ye can�t prove it because you�re lying! Get out of my sight!�
�I�m not lying!� Lilly exclaimed, flinching as Nicolas
almost snarled in anger and raised a hand as if to strike her.
�No!� Darting forward Amelia went to grab his hand, only to
be beaten to it by Andrew who clasped Nicolas� wrist and clamped another hand
down on his shoulder.
�We don�t hit �em,� he hissed in
the older man�s ear, �The Captain didn�t like us to hit them.�
Lilly eyed Andrew in some confusion. After everything she
had just said, after how his crewmate had reacted, why was he saving her?
Feeling her eyes on him Andrew turned to her, his light brown eyes locking with
her dark pair. A grunt from Nicolas snapped the two of them out of the stare
though and Andrew let go of his wrist, Nicolas dropping it to his side.
�Get out of my sight,� he growled again at Lilly, who
snapped her eyes fiercely back to glare at him.
�Ye can�t tell me to get out, my
sister owns this fuckin� place,� she spat looking
over at Amelia, �Tell �im.� The crimson-haired woman
felt her cheeks flushing a little; as much as she would have stepped up to
defend Lilly under pressure such as this she was absolutely no good.
�M-maybe you should go �ome,� she
said quietly, putting her hand gently on her sister�s arm but with an indignant
snort it was pushed away and Amelia was now the subject of Lilly�s glaring
eyes.
�Fuck ye then,� came the spat retort and the young whore
turned on her heel and pushed her way out of the tavern, letting the heavy wood
doors bang behind her as the pirates jeered and snickered.
Nicolas� angry eyes watched Lilly go and, satisfied she
wasn�t coming back, he looked at Amelia and lightly
nodded his head, earning a blushing scowl in return from the red-head.
�Drinks on the �ouse!� came
Bernadette�s rousing cry, clapping her hands as she rallied the other girls to
work and with silly giggles they draped themselves over the Pearl men, helping them to more rum and
letting their wandering hands do what they wished.

Lilly hadn�t got far away from the tavern when she heard
someone calling her name, a male someone and a voice, although familiar, she
didn�t recognise. Sniffing and rubbing a hand roughly across her teared eyes the girl quickened her pace, stopping and
swinging around when somebody grabbed her arm. �Gerrof me!� she growled,
throwing a fist out but Andrew stepped back quickly, doing as she said and
holding his hands up in a gesture of calm. The girl eyed him up and down, her
fists going to her hips. �Who are you?�
Andrew�s own eyes travelled over the girl in front of him.
Her face was flushed with anger, though it wasn�t an unattractive look and her
dark eyes were a little red and watery.
�I asked ye a fuckin�
question pirate.�
�So ye do know who I am,� Andrew said, a small smirk tugging
at his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, making his lean yet muscular
frame seem broader still.
�I know ye a stinkin�
pirate,� came the curt reply.
�A stinkin�
pirate that just saved you from a punch in the mouth.� At that the girl
pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at him in a gesture that just made his
smirk grow.
�Shouldn�t you be at th�funeral?�
The smirk quickly disappeared at that as Lilly gestured behind him towards the
tavern, the hoots and cheers of the already-drunk pirates echoing down the
street. �Better hurry or there won�t be no rum nor
girls left for ye.�
�I came t�see if you were
alright,� he said, eyeing her again, �It got a bit heavy in there don�t ye
think?�
�Why should ye care?� Her snapped question made Andrew grin
and with a cocky shrug of his shoulders he didn�t reply, the reaction only
seeming to infuriate the girl and she threw her arms in the air with a mutter
of, �Pirates,� before turning on her heel to stalk away. She felt Andrew�s eyes
on her until she turned the corner to head for the brothel; perhaps the
messenger from Port Royal would still be there
and she could salvage something from her night.
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