Okay well this is my first one-shot for POTC, I find that kind of strange. Anyways, this story is set during that the mutiny occurred 10 yrs. prior to the first POTC. So it's about one of the few female pirates, who happened to be mutinied upon herself. Set in her POV. And well you'll see. R&R!!

Disclaimer: I tried really hard to lure Jack with rum, however, Disney got in the way. Y'know screaming "ahh! copyright infringement!"

I made my way to a small deserted island, and watched as the ship and the laughter became less and less. I stood at the waters edge, even though the ship was long gone by now. I did not move, because I did not want to accept that I was mutinied upon and did not want to begin the long task of watching for ships sailing and trying not to dye of starvation. Sighing, I eventually made my way to the beach of the island, I collected some sticks and then sat down. I removed my water logged boots and turned them upside down onto the sticks I just stuck into the ground. I then removed my soaked shirt, but keeping the sleeveless undershirt on; I hung the shirt on one of the larger stick that I found. With my shirt and boots left out to be dried in the afternoon Caribbean sun I stared aimlessly out on the water. As if I was waiting for something magical to happen, I then took my gaze from the water to the direction that my mutinous crew had sailed of to. I scowled, as if it was going to insult them. I knew that nothing I did from here was ever going affect them. Sighing, I took out the pistol my former first mate had given as a little 'gift' for my new island home. I began the mundane task of drying out the gun powder, I figured it keep my attention for awhile.

Satisfied with the dryness of the gun powder, I began the search for dried leaves and wood to start a fire. I made my way around the outer rim of the jungle of palm trees. I soon found what I needed and returned to the beach. I began to start rubbing two of the dried sticks together, within ten minutes I had gotten an ember that grew to an actual flame. I placed the flame into the center of the dried leaves and twigs I had piled together. Pleased with myself I made my way towards the edge of the palm tree lined jungle and laid down in the shaded area. I sighed and decided to take a nap since I had the time.

I woke up later, when I wasn't quite sure, but I knew it was before night had fallen. My best guess was late afternoon. I decided that I would take a walk and see how big my new home was. I sat up and brushed off the sand and began to walk. I walked for about ten minutes now, finding nothing of real interest. As I continued to walked, I came upon another set of foot prints, thinking that they were mine I just shrugged it off. However, when I did not see me clothing and fire, I decided to see if in fact then were actually mine. I placed my foot into the foot print and saw that they were larger than mine. Curious and hopeful that this wasn't just an island, but in fact had people, I followed them. I followed them for about five minutes when I came across someone who was lying in the sand, and appeared to be asleep. I walked closer and saw that he was indeed asleep, if not passed out from the rum that he'd been drinking. I studied him for awhile, noticing all the different beads in his hair. Some were wooden and others appeared to be made of carved stone and there was a gold charm at the end of a strand of beads. He had a red bandana and some sort of bone tied in his hair too. He seemed no more than 25 years old, with perfectly tanned skin, and by the looks of his clothing he must of been a pirate. I continued to study him when I came across the "P" branded mark on his right arm, along with the a tattoo of a sparrow flying across the open sea. It seemed familiar, but I wasn't quite sure why. I was about to step back when I felt something wrap itself around my ankle. No sooner could I react when I found myself pinned down on the ground, with the 'supposed asleep' man on top of me.

"And I thought I was all by meself." He said to me with a rough voice.

"I thought the same." I returned as I attempted to get up, but I was greeted by a tighter hold on me at the wrists and my hips.

"What's your name?" He asked me, curious.

"Captain Armelle Carr." I spat back.

"Captain, eh?" He stated, sounding intrigued.

"Yes." I confirmed for him. He just gave me a smirk. "What's yours?" I asked, if not commanded.

"Captain Jack Sparrow at your service." Jack stated smugly.

"I thought I recognized you're tattoo from somewhere." I said to him, as I realized who he was.

"Now, Captain what could you be doing here on this God forsaken spit of land as I am? Hmm?" Jack asked, curious.

"Mutiny, is what landed me here." I told him bitterly.

"Aye, I know what that's like." Jack said, sighing heavily.

"Now that we're acquainted, if you'd be so kind please get off of me." I asked sarcastically.

"S'not a problem." Jack stated as she got up.

"Thank you." I said to him, as I sat up.

"How old are you?" Jack asked, as he sat back down.

"Nineteen." I stated.

"Quite young to be a pirate aren't you?" He asked, with a hint of sarcasm.

"I suppose." I said with a shrug.

"You seem to well bred to be a pirate." Jack stated, as he looked me over.

"My father is the governor of Port Gregory and one of grandson's of the East India Trading Company founders." I told him as if it was nothing.

"What made a high class and well bred girl like you turn to pirating?" Jack asked, clearly interested.

"I was told what to and when to do it. When to eat, when to sleep, when to get dressed, when to talk, when to be quiet, what to eat, what to wear, what to think, and whom I married. I had no control. I had literally no life. So when I was forced to marry, I ran away. And I started pirating." I told him, with no hint of remorse.

"So do you plan to stay here the rest of your life?" Jack joked, as he handed me a bottle of rum.

"No, I'm just visiting." I mused.

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