A/N- I'm obsessive compulsive and Pirates of the Caribbean will take my aggressions away.

Disclaimer- I do not own anything but the monsters of my own creation. Starr Auroras and The Red Roiben plot are mine, Jack Sparrow and all else is not.

My name is Starr.

Where I live cannot be accounted for. Where I sleep, people would rather slit your throat than ask questions. Where I belong is with thieves, murderers, buccaneers, and crooks. Murderers are my siblings. Buccaneers and crooks, in a sense, my mothers. The only father I have is a king….King of Thieves. Thieves are my kindred, my solace, my only heart. I am a thief…. I am not, however, a murderer, I have never been a petty crook; and a buccaneer or pirate, as they are called, is too great a dream to achieve. As of now I am a member of The Red Roiben, a thief guild of notorious claim.

Only the best achieve rank here, only the most stealthy of knaves and the most wicked of Spys gain entrance; I am one of them. The Rogue himself has trained me as his replacement , I am (almost) the most revered and respected of The Rogue's "children" and I have been captured.

By what? You may ask- by what, exactly. His name is infamous, his toils legend, his failures…many….

Jack Sparrow.

A ghost I'd hoped never to see again.