An Icy Darkness- A PotC Story!

[Keriae]

I've been writing a story on Fanfiction, and because of the reviews I've been getting, I've decided to post it on here too, where hopefully more people will read it and give me positive critisism. ^^
So, without futher ado, let's begin!

I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!

Chapter One- Rum

There was a loud yell, and a petite, skiny girl rushed form the open door of the captain's cabin, dressed in a large white shirt, faded brown pants and darker brown boots, her eyes shining brightly with mischief. Her hair, a lovely mousey colour, was unusually short and on her head was her father's tri-corner hat, underneath of which was a half faded green bandana. Behind her came a man dressed very much the same. His hair was a dark brown, in braided dreadlocks, some of them bearing brightly coloured beads. These very dreadlocks were held away from his tanned face by a faded red bandana, a Piece of Eight hanging from it. Both father and daughter had deep brown eyes, almost black in shade, but with one vital difference; the young girl's eyes contained flecks and streaks of a honey-like colour, lightening her eyes in the warm Caribbean sun, and her father always had kohl around his eyes, adding to the stark contast of the dark brown iris and the brilliant white.

He grabbed her and lifted her up after running with his arms swinging about in their usual fashion, making him look like he was running on hot coals. The crew often joked about it, bringing up the time they had nearly been eaten by the cannibals when looking for the chest containing Davy Jones' heart, which caused Jack to get angry but shake it away with laughter. The slightly strong ocean breeze whipped past them as they stood on the dark deck of the Black Pearl, the young girl smiling broadly and giggling. With his free hand, he took the hat from her head and set it ontop of his own at an angle, thus completing his familiar look. The girl, still a child, but would soon be reaching the pre-teens, began to wriggle, wanting to be standing on her own two feet, despite how much she loved her father. So he bent down, setting her on the deck, where she stood next to him, the top of her head barely reaching past half-way up his thigh. When he straightened, his eyes rested on the figure of his first mate walking over.

"Ah, Mister Gibbs," He greeted him, eyeing the two black bottles in the man's hands. "I see you've brought me something to refresh me on this warm day." He quicly snatched both bottled and took a large swig from one, which resulted in him screwing up his face in disgust and spitting the contents onto the deck of the Pearl, shaking his head.

"Grog! What have I told you about grog?" He exclaimed, and handed the bottle to his daughter. Then he raised the second bottle to his nose, taking a deep sniff, cleary worried that this bottle also contained grog. However, this was over rather quickly, and he took a heart swig, enjoying the slight burning sensation the smooth liquid left in it's wake.

Meanwhile, Jade was drinking the grog, also enjoying the drink. Jack never let her drink proper rum, but he had promised he'd let her have some soon, and she was looking forwards to that. It always made the crew, and her father very happy, and she wanted to be that happy was funny watching them blunder around like toddlers and then complain the next day about having headache. Not that she wasn't happy. She had lived here since she could remember, and Jack had told her a few days ago who her mother was. Angelica Teach. Daughter of the late Blackbeard. She was very happy about this! But all Angelica wanted was to kill Jack and Jade. She had thrown Jade overboard as a newborn because she looked so much like Jack, and when she had found out from a wench in Tortuga that her daughter wasn't dead, but had been found by her father, she had sworn to kill them both so she could live a peaceful, pirating life. So Jade's whole family were pirates, and she was looking forwards to being one herself. It seemed to be her fate. And she would accept it. Jack had already begun teaching her how to swordfight, and what with her natural skill that came from both her parents, Jack had told her she would be just as good as hisself.

[Keriae]

I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!
Chapter Two- Spaniards and Loot

A couple of years had past, and now Jade was standing at the helm of the Black Pearl, her eyes on the sparkling, crystal blue Caribbean waters. She had been branded as a pirate only a few months ago, and was happy about it. Now she would be recognised for what she was. She had also grown; she was still small, but she had an elegant body with long legs, slender fingers, and beautiful, shining brown eyes. If she was a high-class women, she would have probably started to be courted by some young man. But she loved her life aboard this ship with her father, and was in no hurry to leave. She still dressed in the same fashion she had always done, but now donned a long brown coat, which she often wore despite the heat, and still wore the faded green bandana, which had faded even more due to the salt and warm weather. She was still growing though, but she hoped she wouldn't change too much.

A noise made her turn, coat rippling behind her as she did so, and she smiled at the sight of her father, a bottle of rum in hand. He walked over to her, ignoring the quatermaster on the quaterdeck and held out the rum bottle, which she took gladly and gulped some down, not letting it land in her stomach before having some more. Once her thirst was quenched, she handed it back. They hadn't encounted her mother as of yet, but Jack was always worried. Most of the crew thought he had changed. Which he had, but that didn't mean it was bad. He was still mostly himself, according to Gibbs, but this was how Jade had always remembered him.

He himself went to take a drink of the rum, and scowled at her.

"Jade, why is the rum always gone?" He questioned, pulling a face. She simply smirked at her father, leaning back on the rail.

"Because, Father, I am a pirate." She told him, waving her right hand in a lazy fashion. He just joined her as she leaned against the rail, the sun on their backs. It wasn't quite warm yet, but it would soon be. And that meant the crew should be up. "I'm going to get the crew up." She told him, leaving him there to think about whatever he wished, quickly decending the stair and into the darker bowels of the Black Pearl.

Once her eyes adjusted to the comparative midnight darkness, she advanced forwards through the hammocks of sleeping crew members, knocking each one harshly so that the man inside it fell to the floor, where he grumbled but started to get ready for another day on the deck. When she reached Gibbs, she pushed him less harshly. He had always had a soft spot in her heart, as he had helped raise her along with Jack. But the older man still needed to be awake. So when he didn't respond, she pushed him harsher, so that he fell just like the rest of the crew and stood up, muttering under his breath until he saw her. Then he rushed to get ready, knowing that just because she was of lower rank it didn't mean she couldn't hurt him.

As he got dressed, she turned away, striding back through the dingy room and up the stairs, placing a hand over her eyes as she reached the top. The sun had risen even more, and seemed to be much brighter after the dark. Squinting, she stepped away fromt he stair, leaving it clear for any crew member that could be behind her, and walked back over to her father, and pulled out her sword from it's scabbard, admiring the way it glinted. Yes, she was only fifthteen, and yes, so men would be asounded by the way she handled a sword, but she was a pirate, and the daughter of Jack Sparrow and Angelica Teach, grandaughter of the late Blackbeard. Not that she would ever meet her grandfather. Jack had told her numerous times over the years about the journey to the Fountain of Youth and Blackbeard's death, and she was proud of him.

But then she got the shock of her life. Suddenly, she was jolted from her daydream by the shouting of crew members, and her father pushing her. Turning to look starboard, as that seemed where most people were looking at, her beautiful dark chocolate eyes narrowed, and she held her sword up, ready for the fight. Spaniards. And, by the look of the crew, they had a lot of valuable things on that ship. Finally, she'd be able to help. Her father had agreed that she could once she was branded a pirate.

So the fifthteen year old girl advanced over to the starboard side, her head held high once more. Turning her head to look at her father, her captain, for ordered, she grinned widely. Oh, this would be fun. Very fun. With her right hand clutching her rapier, she clenched and unclenched her left hand. Oh, how she was itching to get her hands around some treasure. To feel the smooth gold and silver under her fingers, admire the gorgeous jewels as they glittered in the sunlight...

Not that she hadn't touched treasure before. Oh no, she had touched it plently of times. After all, she was the daughter of the infamous Jack Sparrow. Whenever he had looted a ship back when she was a small child, he had always let her hold one thing after he had sorted them. The one she remembered most vividly was the time she had picked up a small, round green stone. The patterns on it had been beautiful. She had gazed at it for a long time before her father had cleared his throat. She had asked what it was. His only reply was that it was a Jade stone. He had told her that she was just as beautiful as the stone.

When her father gave the order to fire, she looked at the Spaniard ship. Very close now. Cannons hit it rapidly, leaving large holes in the side. Then he gave the order to board. As smooth as a snake, she grabbed the rope at her side and slashed at the other one, which sent her flying onto the other ship. All the crew were shocked by her sudden appearance, and she took the chance, pointing the tip of the rapier at one man's throat, lifting his chin up.

"Everybody step back, or..." She had no need to say the words. All she did was move her index finger across her neck, smirking. "Savvy?" They all stepped back, and her crewmates began to gather chests full of bars of gold, jewelery and dubloons. Her eyes, so much like her father's, shined with longing. But as she was watching her crew mates gather all the chests, one Spaniard decided to try and catch her off guard. She turned around just in time to see the glint of a sword heading for her face, and reacted on impulse. Ducking, she jabbed her own sword at his leg and punched his stomach, sending him onto the floor. Then she stood over him, the point of her rapier held next to his neck, right where an important artery was, just under the skin. He gulped and shuffled away on his bum, disappearing into the crowd.

When she looked up, there was one chest left. She walked over to it, picking it up easily and climbing onto the side of the Spaniard vessel, passing it to a crew member, Ragetti, and re-boarding the Pearl. Giving the Spaniards a cheery wave, she turned to see Gibbs walking through the threshold into Jack's cabin, catching a glimpse of the rest of the chests. They had a lot. And would make a good profit where ever they sold it. Her father was up on the quaterdeck, and waved at them all so they looked at him.

"We got a good plunder mates! Mister Gibbs and I shall begin to sort it now. You can expect to get your shares in the next few days! But for now, we are heading to Tortuga!"

Tortuga.

The name of the pirate port sent shivers down her spine. As a child, she had never got shore leave. Perhaps now she would.

Tortuga it was.

[Keriae]

Merr does not belong to me! He belongs to a great friend, known as Tesshin-san. I have permission to use him in this story!
I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!

Chapter Three- Tortuga

As the pirate port came into view, the only women aboard the Black Pearl climbed down from the rigging, a dagger held firmly in her jaws. She jumped, coat hem rising up behind her as she did so, and landed catlike, onto the deck and and straightened, slipping the dagger into her cloth belt around her waist. Just then, Mister Gibbs and her father appeared, and Jack stood there, his posture ordering his crew to come over.

"Now ye all have yer shares, ye must be looking forwards to gaining a profit! I want the sails down! The wind is with us, so we can reach port within the next hour."

Then he walked over to Jade, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I don't want ye wearing yerself out, luv. I can't have ye being kidnapped or raped. Stay down here, and rest." He ordered, and turned away, advancing up the stairs to the quaterdeck. Once there, he stood at the helm, watching as Torgua got nearer.

One they got to port, Jade just watched as the crew secured the Black Pearl, heeding her father's orders. Then they heading into Tortuga. She was at her father's side for the most part, until he waved her away, telling her to go and enjoy herself. So she did.

Walking casually past a fruit stand, she picked up an apple and slipped it into her pocket, continuing on her way. She wasn't in the mood to sell anything yet, so she just walked around, scowling at the wenches who still wanted to get into her father's pants, and the men that wanted to do the same with her. One man did try to get in her pants, but she had him pinned in seconds. He tried to get back up, so she slashed her sword across his throat and left, leaving the witnesses stunned.

The day passed slowly, so she decided to go the The Faithful Bride. Considering it wasn't that late, it was packed, but, then again, it always was. But she made her way to the counter, the loud music ringing in her ears, ordered a mug of rum and payed with a dubloon, and carried her drink away, settling on a table in a dark corner, and sat down, her feet up on the table.

Lifting the large mug up to her lips, she took a long drink, savouring the smooth liquid. When she put it down, she almost jumped as she saw the young man who had seated himself opposite her.

"Paddie." She greeted him, and he smirked.

"Jade. Nice to see you again. What is your business here in Tortuga?"

"The usual. Selling plunder for profit. Why?" She asked, raising an eyebrow under the bandana. He saw the movement and leaned forwards.

"Just wondering why a delicate, well, not so delicate, flower is doing in Tortuga without anyone to accomany her." She herself leaned forwards at his words and raised a hand, slapping his across the face, causing a couple of wenches and men to look around at her the sharp crack, then turn away, continuing with their chats or music.

"I am perfectly able to look after myself, Merr. Just earlier I killed a man who tried to get in my pants." He just nodded, another smirk tugging at his lips.

"So you think that you can demand respect from anyone because you've killed one man? I've killed plenty, Jade. What with my knife throwing skills..."

"I know, I know, all because of your life on the streets. No need to brag." She leaned further backwards, so her chair was rocking on the back two legs, creaking under her weight, and took another drink. "But what is your business here?"

The dark haired eighteen year old just winked slyly, and stole her mug of rum. Quickly, he took a drink and handed it back. "Just thirsty." He told her, and stood, moving around the table to stand in front of her. She watched his movements carefully, trying to guess what he wanted and was only half supprised when he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her up, pulling her close but not quite hugging. He was never one to hug anyone. Same old Merr. She remarked in her head, and once again prepared to slap him, but was interupted by a dark shadow who pushed the young man down on the floor and stood over him, a foot planted firmly on his chest, dreadlocks swinging wildly.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!" He yelled, and everything stopped. She rushed to her father's side and pushed him away, hich didn't quite work. "Jack, it was a friendly chat. I haven't seen him for a good few ye-" She was cut of by her father.

"He was trying to seduce you, luv. Get you into his bed. Not that he owns one. Now, get back to the Pearl." She refused to move.

"Let him go. I'm staying until you do." She snapped, staring at him coldly. The man sighed heavily but stepped back, letting the younger man up. Merr was glaring at the captain, grey eyes narrowed.

"You know, Jack, I never expected that of you. Saving your daughter from her friend. Friend since childhood." Jack snapped his head around, and opened his mouth.

"You smell funny." And with that, he grabbed Jade by the upper arm and tugged her away, waving his hand for his crew to follow. None of them were aware of the plan forming in the dark-haired lad's mind.

[Keriae]

I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!
Chapter Four- Stowaway

The salty waves hit the hull of a black ship gently, the swash helping the large vessel to leave the port and head out into open sea. Spray hit the wood higher up, but with such small waves, these was no spray reaching the faces of the pirates above, who were working quickly to store everything in the cargo hold. Voices rang out clearly;

"Step lively!" and "Hurry and put everything in the cargo hold!"

All except one man. He was sat in a dark, damp corning very near the bottom of the ship, surrounded by dusty bottles of rum and bildge rats, in the rum cellar. His dark hair hung over his eyes as he sat, one bottle in hand, coating his fingers in dust. His knees were drawn up to his chest in a feotus-like position as he sat waiting. Waiting to be found. Surely it wouldn't be long now... He had only just made it aboard without being spotted.

There was the sharp sound of metal on metal as the lock was oepned, and a creak as the door was pushed, letting light filter into the damp room. The man shuffled further back into his dark corner, bottle hid behind his back. The scurrying of small feet was sounded as rats also heading for the dark, seculded corners of the ship. There was a sillouette in the doorway, and it advanced down the steps, a lamp held in hand. As the figure passed, the young man recognised who it was and shrunk even further back, if that was possible. He would rather be found by someone else, such as a rigger or a gunner. Not this.

But as he moved, he knocked the bottle and it rolled away with a clatter, the rum spilling out. He winced and looked forwards, head raised proudly, at the crew member who had found him. A look of shock appeared on their face as they found him in the yellow glow of the lamp light, but held out a hand to help him up. He grapsed the hand and stood up, standing proud.

"What in the name of God's Green Earth are you doing here?" She asked, brown eyes wide.

"Stowing away on a ship." He answered, dusting down his pants, well aware of the fact that they were soaked. And that didn't look good. He looked like he had pissed his pants.

"Well, you obviously want to join the crew. Don't see why you didn't just go straight to Jack. He might have been willing to talk to you."

"What, after he floored me and nearly killed me? I'm not too sure that would have been the best idea." He smirked, but nodded. It was only a small nod, but he had told her that he would go in that one simple movement.

"Come on then. He's in his cabin, as always." She told him, and lead the way up the wooden steps and out of the door, only pausing to shut said door and lock it once more. Then she lead the way up the second flight of steps onto the well-lit deck, nodding to her crewmates as she passed. They eyed Merr wearily, some jeering at him.

She rapped on the door, opening her mouth. "Cap'n, it's me. I've got someone who wishes to see you." She did it out of respect for her father and captain, and when he anwered, she opened the door and pushed Merr through first, striding in after him. Her father's face went from shock to anger, and he nearly blew up. She ran to his side once more and grabbed his shoulders to hold him back, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "Father, its fine. He wants to joint the crew." Jack was physically shaking, but he calmed, eyeing the younger man suspisiously.

"Why do ye want to join me crew?" He asked, leaning over the table from where he had previously sat with his feet upon it.

"Because I live on the streets and want a better life? I've always dreamed of becoming a pirate and aling the seas. Stupid father and his stuck up posh ways..." He trailed off, shuffling his feet.

Jack cocked his head to one side but stood upright, waltzing over casually. "Ye from a posh family? We'll see how good you are." He paused, waving his hand. "Jade, escort him to the main deck. He can be a deckhand. Show him what to do. One wrong move and he's of."

Jade nodded and lead the way out, shutting her father's cabin door behind her.

"You heard him! Get a bucket and a rag and start swabbing!" She ordered, pointing to starboard where all the buckets were kept just under the steps leading up to the quaterdeck. "You'll have to fill it, but I'm sure you'll do fine." She sneered and left him on his own amongst the older men that made up the crew, her shoulders shaking as they stalked forwards, shoving him the equiptment he would need for his first day as a pirate aboard the Black Pearl.

[Keriae]

I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!
Chapter Five- Fighting with a Sword

A good few weeks had passed, and the newest member of the crew had settled in rather quickly. It was early morning, and the Caribbean sun was just starting to rise. Up by the crow's nest you could see him, slouched back, eyes closed. It may look like he was dozing, but he wasn't. Just enjoying the sun. His dark hair looked light, shinier in the sun, but he was jolted from his relaxation by a call.

"Oi, Padfoot! Get down here!" It was a female voice, the voice of the only female on deck. He knew to just do as she said, so he obeyed, climbing down quickly. He jumped the last few metres and landed rather cat-like, standing straight as he waited for her to talk.

"You may be a pirate, but you don't know how to handle a sword yet." She was holding a spare sword in her hand, and tossed it to him. He caught it badly in his supprise, and studied it until she jabbed him in the stomach with the tip of her own sword. "Feel how well balanced it is in your hand. Let yourself connect with it. Allow it to be an extension of your arm." She told him, smirking. There she stood as the sun rose, the young man testing out the sword, twisting and slashing it through th air rapidly for his first time using one. "Good. Now, I want you to attack me."

And he did. The early morning air was filled with the sound of clashing metal as she parried his attacks, blocking them easily. But he was moving her backwards. "Your attack is okay. But what about your defense?" And she attacked him, moving back the way they had come. Shocked, Merr ducked out of the way, and she laughed joyfully. Enraged by this, he attacked her once more, which only caused her to defend herself then attack right back, her sword locking with his and she pushed him downwards. while he fought tostop this, she raised a foot and kick him right in the balls. Thus, he fell down to the wooden deck of the Pearl. Foot planted on his chest, she smirked. "Not that good then. Whenever you have a break, I want you to practice. Find someone to help you." She ordered and walked away, placing her own sword back in it's scabbard as she did so.

As she walked away, a smile tugged at her lips and grew. At least he could handle a sword, though not the best. Knocking on her father's door, she entered the cabin and sat down on the spare chair, fingertips resting on the table, tapping gently. It was time for her to report how well he was managing, as they had agreed when Wolfbane had first joined the crew. he cabin was familiar to he after all her years on the Black Pearl. The ruby red curtains hiding his bed chamber from view, the large circular table with a fruit bowl in the middle, french doors wide open so a breeze circulated around the room. Dark wood making the room seem mose enclosed,yet more comfortable. Even Jack, sat at the table, was a familiar sight. He was bending over a map, occasionally tapping his compass or taking a drink of rum from the nearly empty bottle next to his compass. He hadn't noticed her arrive so she cleared her throat loudly, and he jumped slightly, looking shocke, but regained his composure quickly.

"Oh, Jade. Wondering when ye would get here." He told her, sitting back, feet riing to rest on the edge of the table, crossed at the ankles. "How's the whelp doing?"

"Okay. He's good as a deckhand, and we've just had a sword fighting session." This caught his interest, and he sat up, feet moving from the table and crossing as he leaned forwards, eyes showing just how eager he was to know how well th whelp had done against his seasoned daughter.

"Aye. Was he good?" An eyebrow was raised under the faded red bandana, adding to the curiosity that graced his sea-worn features.

She shrugged, not really caring. "I suppose, considering he's never handled a sword before. He can attack relatively well, but his defence needs a lot of work. I've told him to practice whenever he can. Which won't be a lot, as he needs to work."

The cap'n nodded, adjusting his hat. "Well then, he's doing quite well, considering his past as a rich lad. Too bad he's a little to friendly with you..." He tailed off, thinking deeply. Then, remembering Jade was there, he shook himself, asking the first question that came to his mind. "How are his sea legs?"

"Alright. He's not quite used to the motion of the Black Pearl, but he'll get there. Not like us, eh?" She reported, and stood, reaching forwards and taking a drink of the rum, finishing the bottle. Licking her lips, she placed it back down, awaiting his answer.

"Not at all. Us, growing up on ships, we're used to it. Can't imagine growing up on land. Be a bit boring, really." He waved a hand casually, letting her go. She turned and walked out, a slight swagger in her step, and closed the door behind her.

[Keriae]

I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!
Chapter Six- Can You Sail Under the Command of a Pirate?

Later that day, the deck was full of the sounds of men calling to one another, feet upon the wood, and the rough sound of the deck being washed. It also found Merr kneeling on the deck in a shaded part he had managed to secure for himself a litle earlier, scrubbing back and forth hard, his hands raw and red. Maybe he shouldn't have hidden in the run cellar. Then he'd never be in this mess.

His thoughts had made him pause, until a foot pressed firmly on his back, making him loose his balance on the rocking ship and fall with a thud. The men looked around for a moment, before a glare sent them back to work. With a face full of soapy water, he rolled over, ending up face-to-face with the captain. Spluttering, he winced. Not good.

"Whelp, ye shoud be working. Scurry. I want movement!" He turned away, ambling off to the quaterdeck, where he stood in front of the wheel, studying the compass carefully.

It wasn't long before he was once more interupted, this time by Jade. She was stood leaning on the railing, watching the men work, a half-empty, dusty bottle of rum in hand. He stopped for a moment, then continued, listening carefully as the footsteps drew nearer and neared, until they were right in his face. As he raised his head to look at her, he sighed.

"Captain says he wants to watch how good ye are." Ah, the pirate accent felt thick on her tongue, and it was good to use it. "Get up, bildge rat, and follow me."

He did as he was told, pushing the bucket next to a secluded pasrt near him where it would stay in place, then followed, nerves raking up and down his spine. When he looked up once more, he found himself looking at Gibbs. A pirate aboard the Black Pearl for years. At least it was a little better than fighting Jack hisself.

Gibbs was quick to attack, his sword clashing something fierce with Merr's as Jade smirked beside her father, watching as he struggled against the First Mate. Many of the crew stopped what they were doing to move out of the way of the battling pirates, forming a circle around them, cheering Gibbs on as Merr struggled to hold his own.

Jade handed her father the rum bottle as she watched, making up for 'stealing' his rum before. The ring of metal on metal was soothing to her, just as the sound of salty waves hitting the hull of a ship was. These noises were something she had grown up with, so they hadn't bothered her.

It was good for a fight to happen on the ship. Nothing had happened for a while, and this certainly made the crew happy. And a happy crew was a good crew.

Suddenly, it finished. Merr was on the floor once more, the point of Gibbs sword under his chin. Jack strutted down the steps, waving his hands like an animated character. "Right, we be done here. Get back to work! You know how it works!" Everyone did as told, leaving Merr to think about what had happened in the past hours, staring up at the sky.

[Keriae]

I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!
Chapter Seven- Attack of Angelica Teach

It was deep into the night, the starts twinkling overhead, the moonligh shining it's unearthly glow onto the ocean, catching a ship that wouldn't have been seen otherwise. There was no movement onboard, or at least it seemed like that. There was a very slightly movement. I could have been a rat, or a ship's cat. However, on closer inspection, it seemed to be a women. She was wondering around the deck, pausing to look out to sea. Her features were hidden all the while, until she stepped into the moonlight. Her hair was long and a rich ebony brown colour, her skin slightly tanned with the sun, eyes a lovely brown colour. She was doned in her usual clothes; A large white shirt, black corset laced with gold, a black scabbard, a large brown coat and a black hat. Her name was Angelica.

If you studied her face, you could tell she as plotting. Earlier that day, she had been told that an old flame, one she despised, was a little way north. And now, she was planning on exacly how to attack his ship and kill him, as well at the God-Forsaken spawn of their's, he one she had thrown overboard in rage, then only to be enraged even more when discovering the child was still alive. At one point, she pulled out a small telescope, looking through it. They had sailed after the Black Pearl since she had found out, and now they weren't far off. Using the cover of night, they could easily ambush and attack. Then, finally, she would have her revenge. Revenge on Sparrow for marrooning her on that island, telling her he loved her then leaving. She still had that voodoo doll. She had purposely saved it for the moment she would kill him.

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On the Pearl, the crew were unaware of what was coming, how visiously they would be fighting in the next few hours. Here too, there was a women on deck, much to Gibbs displeasure. Every year for the past three years, she would sit with her back to the mast, her head bowed. All because, right in this spot, a boy had been murdered. Thomas. Jack had wanted them to get married, as every father wanted his daughter to. They had danced as he had courted her, then retired to their hammocks, Thomas planning to propose the next morning. He had been a tall lad, hair a sandy brown colour, his skin darkly tanned. She had no romantic interests in him, but every year, she would sit in the spot of his death, mourning him. They had found him dead there in a pool of his own blood, the murderer nowhere to be found. It had been a hard loss for the crew, loosing young blood that could have kept the legacy of Jack Sparrow alive.

So she sat there, reflecting on her memories with Thomas. She had sat there since midday, and the crew knew to leave her alone. Well, Merr hadn't, but he'd soon been informed. They left her there, respecting her decision, all secretly mourning the boy who had been so deeply in love with the captain's daughter.

Suddenly, her head jerked upright, and she stood, striding over to the railing. Once there, she loked out to sea, remembering how much Thomas had loved it. Her eyes widened, and she shot off, not bothering to knock on the door as she ran into her father's quarters, shaking him awake roughly. It took a good five mintues to wake him properly, resulting in her haveing to fill a bucket with sea water and dump it over his head. Jack awoke, spluttering.

"What was that for? You know better than to wake a man who is sleeping!" He yelled, before noticing it was his daughter.

"I'll sort that out later. Right now, you might want to wake the crew. There's a ship on the horizon, coming closer by the second." She replied, fear present in her voice, but she tried to push it down.

"What colours is she flying?"

"None."

Without another word, he leapt up, pulling his shirt, boots, coat and effects on and rushing out of the cabin, shouting loudly. "Oi, cockroaches, wake up! Scurry! Ship on the horizon, and we're gonna fight!"

During his yelling, Jade had disappeared, shoving crew members out of their hammocks roughly, leaving them sprawled on the rocking floor as they tried to stand, and fulfill the vows they had agreed to when signing up to sail under the command of Captain Jack Sparrow. She grabbed her effects, placing her pistol and dagger in her green sash, and pulling the belt that held her scabbard over her head to rest on her shoulder. She would fight.

[Keriae]

I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!
Chapter Eight- Shooting a Sparrow

By the time Jade arrived back on deck, the ship was much closer. Now, she could see the figures, blurry as they were with the darkness of night, only easy to see when the ship crossed a patch of moonlight, moving around the deck of their own ship. Narrowing her eyes, she managed to make out the form of what seemed to be the captain. Strangely, she looked female. Well, someone she knew wouldn't be happy about that. Not happy at all. She smirked, unsheathing her sword. She was ready.

It took a good few minutes of waiting for the ship to align itself with the Pearl, but once it did, the enemy crew began firing. Over the racket, she heard Jack yell the command as pirates boarded. Within seconds, she was fighting furiously, putter her skills to use, her rapier clashing with a ringing sound that added to the music of battle. She ducked and jumped, fending off her enemy. Adrenaline was speeding through her veins as she fought, determained to stop anything happening to the crew of the ship. Unfortunately, this didn't go well once she was facing two pirates. They were about ten years older than herself, obviously well accustomed to fighting on a ship rocking in the waves. She ended up under a rope net, cursing loudly. Without a word, they began to drag her across the wood, over a plank and down into the bowels of their ship.

Jade was roughly thrown into a cage, still in the net. The floor was damp with rat pee and their droppings, and she cursed even louder. She had lost her sword, and only had a dagger and her pistol. So she sat there, wallowing in her own thoughts for what seemed like hours. And it was.

She had fallen asleep against the wall, and snapped awake when she heard yelling. Standing, she rushed over to the bars of the cage, trying to remember just what Jack had said about leverage. Half pin barrel hinges... Causiously, she grabbed the single rotten bench and placed it on the door, pushing down hard. The door sprang free with a loud clatter, and she paused, listening carefully. Good, no one had heard. Slowly, she edged away and up the steps, freeing herself from the net. But luck wasn't on her side at all. She ended up face-to-face with the captain. A women, her dark hair reminding Jade of her own, eyes unlike that of her fathers, although they were the same colour. She remembered Jack's description of her mother. No. Not good.

With a large smirk, Angelica ordered for Jade to be bound and dragged away, into the captain's cabin. She wondered why; It wasn't right for a prisoner to be the captain's cabin really, unless something bad were to happen. And that just made things worse. When they arrived, Jade let out a gasp. Her father was also bound, but to a chair. She was shoved to the side, a man's grimy hands on her face, making her watch.

Angelica pulled out a doll. It looked exactly like Jack, who opened his mouth.

"Never thought you'd still have that." He commented, his voice weak. He knew what was coming, she could tell, as much as she didn't know.

"Ah, Jack, dear... You forgot all about it? Well, it's the key to your end. You're returning to the Locker."

Jade let out a wail. No. This couldn't be happening! She'd always known that Angelica wanted to kill them, but for it to happen...

Jack gave Angelica a crooked grin, though it was forced. "I welcome it."

With that, Angelica held the voodoo doll over a burning candle, burning the top of it. Jack clenched his teeth, hiding his pain as much as he could. She could see tears in his eyes. Then Angelica proceeded to scratch deep lines along the voodoo doll's arms with a knife, thus causing scarlet blood to stain Jack's shirt. Angelica was torturing her old flame without mercy, inflicting as much pain as she could. Jade writhed and wriggled as much as she could, trying to free herself and save her father, in vain. She was kept where she was, forced to watch the life bleed out of her father. As she had wriggled, Angelica had cut open the voodoo doll's chest, and blood was staining Jack's shirt. It was horrible. Wih a loud gunshot, a bullet was fired right at him, and Jack slumped back, his head hanging. She could just see his eyes through her tears that was streaming down her cheeks, leaving clear stains.

Jack, her father, her protector, her captain... Was dead.

I'm sorry guys! As much as I hate to kill off Jack, it was planned from the beginning. Believe me, I love Jack, but this is vital to the story. Don't flame me!

[Keriae]

I do not own POTC! All credit and stuff goes to Disney!
Chapter Nine- Grief

Angelica turned back to Jade, the bloodlust clear in her eyes. Those eyes had once been beautiful, but now... She clicked her fingers, and Jade was released. There seemed to be a devious plan forming in her mind, and she stalked closer, pulling out her sword and placing the cool blade next to her daughter's neck, right where you could feel a pulse. Her pulse had increased, and she closed her eyes, tears still falling, waiting for the moment of her death. Surely, she was going to die and join her father in Davy Jones' Locker now. She would welcome it like her father had. What was the point of living when the only person who had truly cared for you had died and left you alone in the world? And to make it worse, he had been Jack Sparrow, the pirate who had always managed to get out of trouble and survive. She was no where as good as him, so it was inevitable that she would die here, with the stench of blood tickling her nose, making her choke.

"You know the one thing worse than death? Grief. The grieving that plagues your mind like an insect. And, I think, that is fitting for you." She sheathed her sword and walked away, her crew members following her. Now alone, Jade let her tears flow freely, sobs raking her body. As she sat there, with only her father's body to look at, she considered murdering herself, commiting suiside. Surely, no one would miss her. She was just a simple pirate. It was like a cold darkness, and icy darkness, covering her, smothering her.

There was a bang, and the door burst open, and Merr stood in the doorway, his sword in hand. He ran to Jade's side, using one of his many daggers to hack away at the rope, freeing her. He did this without a word, and once she was free, he pulled her to her feet. He ignored the body of his captain tied to a chair.

"Come on, we need to get going. Jack said that if anything happened, we were to leave. Come on!" But she wriggled in his grasp, freeing herself and rushing over to Jack's body, trying to draw in a last bit of his musky scent. But it was all hidden by blood. Merr tried to drag her away, but she held on.

"I won't leave him! I won't!" She wailed, and Merr gave in, grabbing the chair and Jade's hand, leading her out. They were left alone by Angelica's crew, and it looked like she had decided to let her go. They quickly reached the plank and crossed over, Merr placing the chair down, and the whole crew of the Black Pearl walking over, heads bowed. Jade had sank down to the floor next to the chair, her head in her hands. She was mumbling to herself.

"It's my fault. It's all my fault. If I hadn't got caught, he would never have come to get me." The crew ignored this, knowing it was best to let her grieve. However, it was Gibbs who spoke first.

"Mary mother of God... Jack's gone?" Gibbs paused, and looked at the rest of the crew. "Another honest streak won out. He was a good man, willing to give his life for his daughter." Members of the crew, including Marty, Pintel and Regetti nodded in agreement as the First Mate continued. "We need to elect a new captain. A ship can't sail without a captain. Not only do we need a captain, the Pearl needs a captain." Some agreed, and began the vote. Jade wasn't listening, instead letting the voices of the crew fade into a barely recognisable hum while she sat huddled on the deck, sobbing. Why did he have to go? He didn't deserve it. She was lost in her thoughts until Cotton pulled her to her feet, keeping her steady as the deck swam before her.

"Jade, Jack would have wanted you to put his death behind you and continue on." Gibbs comforted her. "And we have decided that you will be our captain."

[Keriae]

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