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Prologue

What if she'd forgiven him?

He'd asked himself at least twenty times that day.

What would he do, if she came to him with that innocent smile still on her face?

It was a long shot, and he knew. But a grin lit up his tan face as he stared off into the nearing Port Royal. Anything was possible.

After all… he was Captain Jack Sparrow.

The Curse of the Black Pearl

Chapter 1: "I'll never forgive you."

"Charlotte!" a hectic, grouchy growled from the other side of the Governor's household. Charlotte Dove rolled her grey eyes. She heard it at least fifty times a day.

"Coming!" she called back. The 16-year-old girl was a maid in the Governor of Port Royal's household. She was fiery, smart, and spirited, which many people took for short tempered and impatient. But she had very polite manners and a way of smiling that made you want to join her. As she threw down her sponge and went to the door, the same person yelled again.

"Get the door and greet Mr. Turner! And don't lollygaggle on your way there, eh?" Charlotte's grey eyes widened. A grin made its way onto her face.

"Of course," she called back. She ran to the door and opened it, bowing her curly, brunette head low as she did so, making it impossible for the guest to identify her. William Turner, a handsome boy at the age of 17, walked inside.

"Oh, thank you, Miss," he kindly at Charlotte as he stepped past her.

"Of course," she feigned a Jamaican accent. As he turned to walk into the home, she added, "Willie-Boy." He paused, a smile lighting up his handsome face. Charlotte closed the door and waited for him to turn.

"Quite kind of you to say, Lottie," he grinned over his shoulder. Charlotte squealed and ran forward, throwing her arms around him. Will dropped the case he had been carrying and hugged her back. "Oh, Lottie, it's been ages!" he exclaimed. "Almost a year now, I'd say." Charlotte nodded, pulling away so she could look him over. "Look at you. If you weren't… well, you, I might almost say you've gotten rather pretty now," Will teased. Charlotte rolled her eyes, as though to tell him it didn't faze her, although it did. She'd never thought of herself as an English rose. Her skin tanned easily in the sun, making her completely different from the snowy-skinned fashion beauties she aspired to be. Her waist was rather curvy, although she wore a corset regularly and watched what she ate. But with long brown curls that fell an inch past her collarbone, deep grey eyes, and tall figure, she was easily fit to be much more than a maid.

"And if you weren't such a Willie-Boy," Charlotte began, tweaking his nose lovingly. "I'd say you were fairly handsome. But seeing how you are…" He laughed, hugging her again. Charlotte grinned and returned the embrace. She'd known Will Turner ever since he was eleven years old. Governor Swann had saved him from a watery grave, as they had found him out at sea, completely abandoned. Charlotte had taken care of Will, telling him stories about the sea, and pirates, and everything else she knew about. He'd become much like a brother to her.

"Ah, hello there, William," someone called. Charlotte let go of Will, and they both straightened up.

"Good day, Governor Swann," Will said seriously. Charlotte mimicked his attitude, standing on her tiptoes and puffing out her cheeks. The Governor looked at Charlotte and raised his eyebrows before chuckling softly. Will looked around, confused, but by the time his eyes traveled to Charlotte she had returned to normal. "Er, I have your order," Will murmured, reaching into his case. Charlotte puffed out her cheeks again and stood on her tiptoes, crossing her eyes behind his back. Governor Swann started to laugh. Charlotte grinned at him before then sticking her tongue out and walking around like a zombie. When she turned back, Will was staring at her, one eyebrow raised. She and Governor Swann glanced at each other both busting into a hysterical laughter. Will shook his head, chuckling as well.

"Good morning to you as well, Charlotte," the Governor smiled, ruffling her hair affectionately. Charlotte felt herself fill with an emotion she couldn't describe. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it was enough to make her cry. Governor Swann treated Charlotte, although she was only a maid, as though she were his daughter. He'd taken her in when she was only ten after finding her alone and dirty in the alleys of Port Royal. "Would you mind going up and fetching Elizabeth for me?" the Governor asked her. Charlotte nodded, relieved at the chance to escape before she broke out in tears.

"Liz?" Charlotte called into closed room of Elizabeth, the Governor's daughter and her best friend. "Liz, your father wants you downstairs!" Charlotte heard Elizabeth groan in frustration from the other side of the door. "Er, you okay?" she called.

"Char, could you help me?" Elizabeth said from inside her room. Charlotte opened the door, finding Elizabeth desperately trying to lace up her new corset.

"Ugh, I feel your pain," Charlotte muttered. The Governor had gotten them both corsets for a ceremony promoting the soon-to-be Commodore Norrington. She was actually wearing hers at the moment as well, finding it rather difficult to consume oxygen.

"How do women breathe in these things?" Elizabeth exclaimed, trying to catch her breath. Charlotte sighed, walked over, and tied up Elizabeth's corset, pulling the strings tightly. "Owww!" Elizabeth yelped. Charlotte gave her a sympathetic smile. "Char, you aren't going in that, are you?" Elizabeth exclaimed, looking at Charlotte's plain blue working dress.

"Why not? I think it's quite dashing," Charlotte chuckled. Elizabeth shook her head.

"Nonsense, I'll find you something," she promised. Charlotte smiled brightly. She loved when Elizabeth lent her clothes. It was like really being part of her family. Elizabeth walked over to her closet, scanned the beautiful dresses inside, and pulled out a silky lavender one with a sparkly skirt.

"Are you sure?" Charlotte asked timidly. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and gave her friend the dress. A few minutes later, they emerged from her room, each of their heads held high. Charlotte wore the lavender dress, while Elizabeth wore a beautiful yellow and blue one with a huge, flowing skirt.

The Governor and Will turned to see them as they came down the stairs. Will's jaw fell open. "Ah, Elizabeth…" the Governor sighed. "You look absolutely stunning." He turned to Charlotte, looking surprised. "Charlotte…! I barely recognized you. You look really lovely, darling."

"Will!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she saw Will look up at her. "It's so good to see you!" She dashed down the rest of the steps, but didn't hug him like Charlotte had. They weren't exactly the best of friends. "I had a dream about you last night," she declared, looking rather proud. Charlotte held back a laugh.

"About me, Miss Swann?" Will asked, looking surprised.

"Elizabeth," the Governor scolded. "Are you sure it's really appropriate to talk about such things?"
"About the day we met, do you remember?" Elizabeth asked, ignoring her father.

"How could I forget, Miss Swann?" Will asked. Charlotte rolled her eyes. Really. It was a wonder he wasn't on his knees, begging for her hand in marriage.

"Will, how many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?" Elizabeth giggled, her deep eyes shining.

"At least once more, Miss Swann," Will stammered. "As always." Elizabeth's smile faded. Charlotte threw Will a look. You big pansy, she thought bitterly.

"There, see?" the Governor smiled. "At least the boy as a sense of propriety. Well, we really must be going now," he insisted, walking away. "Come along Elizabeth, Charlotte," Elizabeth hesitated, looking Will straight in the eyes.

"Good day, Mr. Turner," she said coolly before walking away. Charlotte snickered silently at Will, receiving a glare from him in return. The two girls walked away and into the carriage where Governor Swann waited.

"Good day," he called after them. Once he was sure they were out of hearing range, he added softly, "Elizabeth…"

&

"May I have a word?" Commodore Norrington asked Elizabeth after the ceremony. She glanced at Charlotte, begging her with her eyes to stay close by. And she did, silently hiding behind a wall as Norrington took her friend out to gaze at the sea. "You look really lovely," he said. Elizabeth gave him a half-hearted smile, fanning herself anxiously. Charlotte bit her lower lip, understanding the pain. It was nigh impossible to breathe in a corset! "I, uh, apologize if I seem a bit forward, but I must speak my mind," Norrington cleared his throat. Elizabeth tried to listen, still fanning as hard as she could. "This promotion throws into sharp relief that which I have not yet achieved…" he looked at Elizabeth, trying to meet her gaze. "A marriage to a fine woman." Charlotte's jaw dropped from behind the wall. "Your friend, Charlotte… she has become a fine woman." Charlotte rolled her eyes and clenched her fists. Idiot. He couldn't just propose to her himself? "She could become so much more than a mere maid," he continued. "And as for you, the Mr. Cutler Beckett himself wishes to be wed. He's actually here, if I'm correct…"

"I-I can't breathe…" Elizabeth gasped. Charlotte jumped up, just in time to see Elizabeth fall off the edge and into the water.

"Yes, I… I'm a bit nervous myself," Norrington murmured. "As I was saying, Charlotte has become quite a lovely girl… has she been courted by any men recently?" Receiving no answer, he turned to look at Elizabeth. But Charlotte stood in her place. "Charlotte, what in blazes are you doing here? And where is-" he followed Charlotte's gaze down to the water, where Elizabeth finally fell. His mouth dropped open. "ELIZABETH!" he shouted. Charlotte, not thinking at all, jumped off the edge of the wall. Before she could, Norrington grabbed her wrist. "You won't miss the rocks. It's a miracle she did." Charlotte looked at him, her grey eyes full of hope. She didn't have to say a word; he understood. He finally let her go and she dove down into the water. Norrington and his men ran to the docks, hoping to rescue her if Charlotte couldn't.

Charlotte swam as fast as she could, ignoring the sting of salt in her eyes. She finally reached Elizabeth, and grabbed her friend, trying desperately to swim up to the surface. But her friend's dress was far too heavy, she realized after a moment of trying. Help, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. Someone, please help me…!

At that moment, Elizabeth was jerked from her arms. She looked up in shock, only to find a man, cutting through Elizabeth's dress with a knife. He left the beautiful gown on the ocean floor and pulled Elizabeth close. Motioning to Charlotte to follow, he swam up to the surface.

Once they were above the water, Charlotte gasped for breath, her chest heaving. The man quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her along until they reached a nearby boat dock. He lifted Elizabeth up to two lads in red coats. He then scooped Charlotte into his arms and pulled her onto the dock with him. "She's not breathing!" one of the younger men cried.

"Move!" the one who had saved Charlotte and Elizabeth ordered. He cut Elizabeth's corset open, throwing it at one of the guards. Her eyes shot open and she coughed up water, breathing heavily. Charlotte sighed in relief.

"Never would've thought of that," the guard who had caught the corset murmured, seeming impressed.

"Obviously, you've never been to Singapore," the other man snickered. Charlotte laughed.

"Yes, it's the first lesson children learn there," she joked. The man who had saved her life turned to her, and then they both froze.

No…
That long black hair, those scarily dark brown eyes, the tan skin… it was all so familiar. "Are you…?" she started to whisper, and then stopped herself. The man slowly stepped towards her, studying her face uncertainly.

"Charlotte Dove…?" he whispered. Charlotte felt her heart break, the way it had the last time she'd seen this man, 9 long years before…

"J…Jack?" she questioned softly. The man slowly smiled. "Jack Sparrow?"

"Aye, Lot, it's me," Jack said quietly. Charlotte felt herself smile, and then remembered why the last time she'd seen Jack had been the last.

"Where… where is Jack?!"

"We don't know, dearie… the lifeboat is gone…"

"No! Jack?! Not Jack! He… wouldn't…"

As he reached out to stroke the side of her face, she swatted his hand away.

"I'll never forgive you," she hissed. Before she could see his reaction, she was beside Elizabeth, who was breathing heavily. "Liz, are you alright?" she asked. Jack followed, still watching Charlotte until something on Elizabeth seemed to catch his eye. He picked up her necklace, a golden pirate medallion.

"Where did you get that?" he asked curiously. The next thing any of them knew, there was a sword in his face.

"On your feet," a man commanded. Charlotte's heart sank as she realized who the voice belonged to and glanced up to see a man with a white wig and a square face. Norrington… Jack slowly stood.

"Elizabeth, Charlotte, are you alright?" Governor Swann exclaimed. He helped the two girls up, draping his coat around Elizabeth to hide the nightgown she'd worn under her dress.

"Yes, I'm fine." Elizabeth whispered. Swann looked at Charlotte, who was now hugging herself and looking off into the distance, her teeth chattering. Norrington quickly slipped off his jacket and slipped his coat onto Charlotte's shoulders.

"Shoot him," the Governor ordered. Charlotte saw Jack glance at her out of the corner of her eye. He was begging, pleading her to protest. She said nothing.

"Father! Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?" Elizabeth cried as Norrington's men started to react. Norrington seemed to rethink things, and he held out a hand.

"I believe thanks are in order," he said calmly. Jack hesitantly reached out, and Norrington grabbed his wrist and pulled up his sleeve, revealing a P branded on his wrist. Jack sighed. "Had a brush with the East India Trading company, did we, pirate?" Norrington smirked. "Keep your guns on him, men. Gillette, fetch me some irons." He then showed everyone the tattoo of a sparrow flying over open water. "Well, well, Jack Sparrow, is it?"

"…Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack slowly corrected. Everyone snorted.

"Well, I don't see your ship, captain." Norrington chuckled coldly.

"I'm in the market as it were," Jack explained, as sarcastically as ever. Charlotte fought the urge to smile.

"He told us he was coming to commandeer one, sir," one of the guards that had been on the dock when Jack had saved Elizabeth blurted out.

"I told you he was telling us the truth!" the other guard exclaimed. "Here are his things, sir," he added, handing all of Jack's belongings to Norrington.

"No additional shots or powder." Norrington murmured, looking at Jack's pistol. "A compass that doesn't point north…" Norrington pulled Jack's sword out of its sheath. "And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of." Jack smiled, raising a single finger into the air.

"Ah, but you have heard of me." He said cunningly.

"Commodore, I really must protest," Elizabeth exclaimed. "Pirate or not, this man saved my life."

"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness, Elizabeth." Norrington said calmly.

"Although, it seems enough to condemn him." Jack spat back. Norrington glared.

"Indeed," he said. Gillette, who had been chaining Jack up, finished his work and stepped away. "Finally…" the pirate muttered, lifting his hands and throwing the chains around Elizabeth's neck. Everyone gasped and Charlotte finally looked up.

"Elizabeth…!" The Governor gasped. "Lower your guns." He ordered to the men.

"Commodore Norrington, my affects please. And my hat," Jack ordered. Norrington hesitated. "Commodore!" he growled. Norrington handed over his belongings. "Elizabeth; it is Elizabeth, right?" Jack whispered into Elizabeth's ear.

"It's Miss Swann," she demanded, shaking with rage.

"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind," Jack hissed. Elizabeth turned around in his grasp and put the hat back on his head, the sword back on his belt, and shoved the pistol and compass violently into his pocket. "Easy on the goods, darling," he snickered. He glanced at Charlotte. "Who's that lovely girl over there?" he said, loud enough for everyone else to hear. Elizabeth hesitated.

"She's my sister, Charlotte Swann," she spat back. Jack's mouth turned upwards in a grin.

"Swann; that works too…" he snickered. Charlotte looked away again. "Miss Swann, would you be so kind as to give your sister a message for me?" Elizabeth glared into his eyes and gave no reply. He leaned down and whispered, just loud enough for Charlotte to hear. "Tell her that I'm sorry?" Charlotte's blood began to boil and she clenched her fists.

"I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" she screamed at Jack. Everyone jumped into the air.

"Charlotte!" the Governor gasped. Charlotte turned away, tears falling down her face.

"You're despicable," Elizabeth spat at Jack.

"Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, now you've saved mine. Now we're square." Jack smirked. Then he raised his eyes to look at the crowd. "Gentlemen, ladies, you will always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!" With that, he released Elizabeth and grabbed a nearby rope. He then swung over to Charlotte, wrapped his chained arms around her waist, and flipped up to the top of a nearby building. Charlotte screamed, beating him hard with her fists.

"CHARLOTTE!" Elizabeth screamed, covering her mouth.

"DON'T FIRE!" the Governor yelled. Norrington sighed.

What a way to spend your first day as commodore, eh?

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