Hello hello. I saw Pirates on Wednesday, when it came out in the UK, and since I work in a cinema, I've since seen it a fair few times (I really do love my job :D) Anyway, I watched it and since I can't wait until the 5th one comes out, I'm going to have to write my own. This is my first Pirates fic so please R&R, I'm a big kid, I can take constructive criticism! Enjoy

Prologue;

The typically blue Caribbean sea washed up against the gold-white sand of a distinctly Caribbean beach. Luscious green palm trees, dripping with fruit, clustered in the centre of the small island, while the golden sand extended down to the waiting arms of the ocean. An azure blue sky watched over the world with an omniscient eye, taking in tide, sea and shore as puffy white clouds washed over the horizon, imitating sails, in their steady progress across the endless sky. A sense of peace pervaded the air, a calm serenity that belied that this was the golden age of piracy. The sun cast her eyes across the scene, reflecting shoals of white against the crescent of each wave; each dip and swell creating a different texture according to the whims of the ocean.

It was on this island that Angelica sat, feet together, looking out towards the horizon; her used pistol discarded by her side. She had left her boots and jacket further up the beach, safe from the pulling fingers of the sea; the red fabric and water-stained brown leather standing out in stark contrast to the whiteness of the sand. The wind blew across her face, gently caressing her skin and pushing her hair behind her ears. The touch reminded her of a certain pirate captain.

Jack, I want to tell you something. I should have told you from the first moment I met you ... I love you.

She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. She had known he was going to leave her, no matter what she said; so she had lied by telling him the truth. Again. She remembered how angry she was when he left; how hard it was to watch him go. A small part of her had expected he would return for her; but then, another, smaller part, had half hoped that she was going to hit him with that shot. When she had missed she wasn't sure if she was happy or not.

Angelica watched and she waited, hoping that a ship would pass by and notice her. She had no shot, no powder and no way to way to start a fire. She hated Jack for leaving her here; she hated him for forcing her father to give up his life. It was all his fault that she was marooned on this island. But she didn't blame him; she had forgiven Jack a long time ago. She would have done the same if she were in his position. She gave the ocean a sad smile, watching as the wavelets vied for power over the sand. It was an endless battle between swell and shore; nether able to give up but no way that one could win.

She let these thoughts wash over her, like the waves over the sand. She sighed again, and looked over the sea. The island gave her time to think; about Jack; about her father; about her past; about her future, and for the first time in a long while, she closed her eyes and prayed. What she prayed for, even she could not tell; it was a mixture of all her hopes and desires and fears and worries. She prayed for Jack, she prayed for her father and she prayed for herself, fingers tracing the outline of the golden cross that hung about her neck.

It was while she was contemplating these aspects of her life, and praying to a God she had not believed in for a long time, that a small wave nudged against her left foot, propelled forwards by the wave following it. As the waves pushed with more urgency, Angelica opened her eyes and thanked all the gods of sea and sand, and all those in-between. The ocean had brought her a chance at redemption; the wind had brought her a change in the tide.