I had another Jack/OC story up earlier, but I decided to remove it and post this one instead, since I prefer this one more. LOL, sorry for the inconvenience. Perhaps later on, I'll upload the other one again.

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Chapter 1: Friendship

Port Royal was certainly a breathtaking place - casual, calm breeze and warm air. The tall green palm trees could be identified from any standing point. It was a paradise.

But not for pirates. Port Royal was as close one could get to hell whilst still among the living. Well, if a pirate, living for a rather short time during your imprisonment.

But she assumed that pirates did not arrive in Port Royal very often, and for good reason. Two men made sure of that.

Mr. James Norrington and Mr. Cutler Beckett.

Although, James Norrington had resigned his position soon after achieving commodore, only years before. Humiliated by his rash actions of sailing himself and crew into a hurricane at the fatal attempt to catch the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl.

Apparently, Mr. Norrington was one of the few who survived the horrid storm, and Cutler Beckett was now rising to the status of Lord to the EITC.

On studied of Jack Sparrow, Katherine had read many books of the notorious captain, and faintly heard of him and his countless adventures from the streets of Port Royal, and even in London.

She wondered what it would be like to sail the seas without a care in the world. Mutely, she smiled at the thought.

"Katherine?"

At hearing her name, she rose her head and met the brown eyes and honey-toned hair of Elizabeth Swann, a woman who had been her best friend for many, many years.

They had always played together. Dressing one another up in their fanciest gowns, slathering makeup on and parading around like regal princesses. But of course, their dolls had to be with them at all times. On the day that Elizabeth's father had bought the fiber woven figurines as gifts for the two girls, Elizabeth had named her doll Isabelle and Katherine had christened hers Olivia.

Unfortunately, the little girl could not stay with the equally young Elizabeth and governor of Port Royal for long, for Katherine and her family resided in London, where she and Elizabeth first met.

But now, the brunette had arrived in Port Royal as a resident. Her mother had been poisoned and her father had been murdered; done by an unknown perpetrator. She had to leave her solemn self back in London, and try to find her place here.

"Yes?" She replied, fading from her thoughts. Elizabeth frowned somewhat, "Are you alright?"

Smiling, "Yes. I'm only thinking." And her friend returned the smile, nodding her head.

Elizabeth placed her china teacup and saucer onto the glass accent table, "You know, there's someone I'd like for you to meet."

"That man you've been constantly writing about in your letters?" Katherine laughed, echoing like a soft chime.

Swatting her arm playfully, Elizabeth found herself blushing at her friend's words. She didn't write about Will that often, did she?

"Yes, that man." The woman stood from the sofa to glance out the window, "He should be here any minute.."

Katherine sipped at her tea, "What was his name again, Liz?"

"William." She responded dreamily. Soft laughing was heard from behind her. Elizabeth spun around, "What is it?"

A small curve from the corners of her mouth decorated Katherine's lips "You sound so in love. I'm happy, is all."

"I am, Kat. I really am..." She turned away to peer out the window again.

Her dark eyebrows rose as she placed her tea beside Elizabeth's, "Better than that James Norrington?"

"Oh, so much better. But.. James is a fine man, too. He-" A knock at the door interrupted her. Elizabeth squealed and grabbed her friend's hand, dragging her to the door with her.

A man in a white coat opened the heavy wood doors to reveal Will Turner. Immediately, the honey-haired woman leapt into his arms, "Will! You're here!"

He chuckled and kissed his fiancé before they both pulled away. Elizabeth turned, "Will, this is Katherine White. She's been my best friend since we were four years of age. She's come to Port Royal because of..." She trailed, glimpsing at her friend who merely stared back, "unfortunate circumstances."

"A pleasure to meet you, William." Katherine smiled and observed her friend, who was bursting with joy. The chestnut haired man bowed his head slightly and in a polite tone, replied, "Likewise, miss."

Closing the doors, Elizabeth lead them both back into the parlor, sitting next to Will with Katherine sitting opposite them. Both Elizabeth and the chocolate haired woman picked up their teacups from the table, "Will, would you like tea?"

Will shook his head, "No thank you, Elizabeth." He kissed her shoulder. Katherine merely smiled at the sight. Her friend seemed so happy.

By her father's demand, Katherine had never had any relationship close to a significant other in her life. The porcelain skinned woman had no idea why her father ordered this. She had assumed that he had wanted her to remain untouched for a while longer; or perhaps he hadn't found the correct suitor. Her father was rather… over protective.

She smiled sadly at the fleeting memory and quickly took a sip of her gradually cooling tea.

"So, Katherine.. If you don't mind me asking, what brings you to Port Royal?" Will asked and right away, his fiancé slapped his arm chidingly. She was about to reprimand him, but Katherine reached a hand out to her,

"It's alright, Liz." She returned her hand to her lap, taking a slow breath, "My mother and father were both killed.. "

"I see..." Will said apologetically, "White, you said your last name was?" She nodded and he smiled, "was your father a general of the British Army?"

"Yes, he was." She smoothed the fabric of her midnight blue dress; "My father rarely had time for me, that's why I came here to see Elizabeth when my mother often went to visit distant family."

Will nodded as Elizabeth smiled, "We were the best of friends, Will. We still are, even now." The two young ladies laughed.

"Isn't another friend of ours coming soon?" Elizabeth questioned to her lover. William cleared his throat with a hesitant cough, "Um, yes. He should be here by sundown."

Katherine's hazel green eyes shifted curiously between the two. Elizabeth waved a hand, "Just a friend who will be stopping by for the night. Will needs to discuss something with him."

Parting her lips, she nodded her head in understanding. Will piped up, "You can meet him once he gets here if you like, Katherine." A quiet growl was heard from woman beside him.

"No, Will. I will not have him crush Katherine with his vulgar comments!" Elizabeth said sternly before glancing at the fair skinned woman across from her, "You wouldn't want to meet him anyway. He's just an idiotic, rum-soaked pirate."

"Pirate?" Katherine breathed, her eyes wide. Her friend laughed at her sudden change of expression. Will explained, smiling, "He's no one to worry about."

Elizabeth chirped, standing abruptly, "Oh, Kat! I completely forgot!" Katherine blinked, "What is it?"

"I have to show you the room you'll be staying in. Come along. Will, you stay here, alright?" She leaned down to kiss the top of his head before hauling her friend up the spiral staircase.

Shortly, they arrived at a sturdy door and Elizabeth turned the knob, entering the room. Katherine stepped inside and smiled, reminiscing, "The room I used to occupy when we were younger.."

The brown-eyed woman laughed and hugged her, "Of course! No other room was acceptable for my closest friend!"

A gentleman from downstairs came and brought her luggage at that moment before bowing and walking away. Elizabeth thanked the man, closing the door soundlessly.

"So? What do you think of Will?" She asked eagerly. The brunette giggled, "He certainly is exactly how you portrayed him in your letters."

"Oh Kat, he's so perfect. I only hope is as infatuated with me as I am with him." Elizabeth said, a bit worriedly. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, Katherine smiled, "He is. I can tell by the way he looks at you." At this, her friend grinned.

"Shall I let you get set up?" Elizabeth spoke before placing her hand on the doorknob.

"Oh, no. I'll be fine, Liz." The young woman began unpacking her clothing.

"No problem at all. I'll just be downstairs with Will." Quietly, the door closed behind the governor's daughter.

Katherine took a quick look over the room. It was exactly how she last remembered it.

Lovely painted wallpaper and polished wood floors were still the same. Fluffy pillows and exquisite sheets decorated the plush, four-poster bed as the headboard rested against the wall, a nightstand on each side. A small armchair was in the corner of the room, along with a hardwood closest, a dresser, fireplace and a changing screen. Just near her bed were glass doors that lead to a balcony. The only thing that was missing was her little doll, Oliva-whom she had long discarded.

She hung her dresses inside the closet and set her elegant accessories on top of the dresser. Various jeweled combs, hair ornaments, necklaces and whatnot.

Once she was finished with unpacking her belongings, she combed through her long brown locks and fixed her midnight blue dress before leaving her bedroom, stepping down the stairs carefully.

Upon arriving in the parlor once again, she saw Elizabeth, Will and another man sitting there, chatting away.

Elizabeth had poured herself another cup of tea and had gotten Will one as well. The man across from them was drinking... Something from a bottle? An odd caramel coloured liquid.

"You're finished," Elizabeth stood, removing her hand from Will's to embrace the young woman. Katherine nodded as they both pulled away.

William switched his gaze toward the man who sat across from him, "Jack, this is-"

"Will!" Elizabeth hissed. The man who had the bottle loosely in his hand grinned slowly, "What's the matter, dear Lizzie? Aren't I allowed t' know the name o' this lovely lass?"

"No, you're not." She crossed her arms, eyeing the man who certainly was dressed like a pirate. His grin dissipated and he gave her a saddened face. Finally, Elizabeth gave in with a sigh.

"Jack, this is Katherine White. My best friend since we were young." She spoke as the pirate stood up from the sofa, "Katherine, this is Jack Sparrow."

At that name, the brown haired maiden's jaw dropped slightly.

"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." He corrected her before his eyes locked on the brunette.

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