Third time Lucky?

Hi this is the start of my story based around the Pirate of the Caribbean story. I hope you enjoy reading it. Just to let you know I don't own anything apart from Scarlet, although I really wish I did.

Three times! I mean once is horrible, but fair enough. Twice is terribly annoying but can be understood, but three ship-wreaks in this year. Well that's just taking the mike.

"Damn you Calypso!" I yelled, throwing my head to the heavens and staring at the black clouds above me, 'Not another storm' I thought and began rowing faster and harder praying to reach any land at all, or even another ship! The rain began to fall around me. I looked around one final time to check for any signs of life. And giving up hope.

There was no one or anything around. Giving up with a sigh, I laid down in the small wooden boat and moved the ores inside with me, causing the boat to drift along in the water. Closing my eyes I let the sound of the rain around and the ocean, send me into a deep sleep.

A huge bang caused me to suddenly sit up, and come face to face with a boy who looked a few years older than me. His hair in dreadlocks, his eyes a brown, golden colour and his skin tanned from the Caribbean sun. I screamed, I mean what else was a girl to do? But the boy quickly put his hand over my mouth. His skin felt surprisingly warm against my lips, and sent a shiver down my spine.

I nodded my head showing I understood to keep quiet, so he slowly removed his hand. His eyes staring at me, looking up and down, taking me in. I knew what I looked like, I had bright red hair, which had been cut so it came down to my chin, I had blue eyes, and dark skin, which I had been told I got off my mother, not that I would know. I had never met the woman. She had abandoned me to a woman, who had told me what she looked like.

"What's ye name love?" he suddenly asked me, taking me out of my thoughts, his voice was quiet.

"My name is Miss Scarlet Jones," I said in an attempt at an English well educated accent, "If you would be so kind as to tell me the ship I am on?" I questioned.

"The Misty Lady, Miss," the boy answered, he sounded confused. Then I noticed that my necklace with the Jolly Roger wasn't tucked in.

I had to use the accent to make sure I was on a pirate ship, if not I had to lie through my teeth right now. However The Misty Lady was a ship I had heard of from stories as a young girl of the sea.

"Pirates?" I asked, just to make sure. The boy nodded, "Thank god," I said dropping the English accent and going back to my real one, "I thought I was gonna 'ave to keep the accent up again. Do you 'ave a name boy?"

"Sparrow. Jack Sparrow," he answered, bowing down in front of me in a polite fashion, one that made me laugh. I had never met a pirate who had manners. He looked up at me a smiled, a smile that could light up every gas lamp on the ship.

Just at that moment the door swung opened and in walked a tall man who looked incredibly similar to the boy in front of me, his hair in dreg-locks and the same eyes as Jack. It took me a moment to realise that the two people in front of me were father and son.

"Jackie boy, I thought I told you to do your chores," he told the boy, rubbing his hair affectionately, before turning to face me, "So girl who are you?"

"Scarlet Jones, sir. I guess you would be Cap'n right?" I questioned, not bothering to hide my accent any more.

"Aye, what a necklace," he said walking forward and when to reach it. I acted quickly pickpocketing his small dagger from his belt and pointing at him. Captain or not, no one touched my necklace, it was the only thing I had from my mother apart from my drawing, which was safely hidden back on land. The Captain looked down to see his dagger.

"Private, if you don't mind," I said simply, he stepped away from me and I handed back his dagger to him. My years in Tourgua had paid off, "Do you 'ave a name Cap'n?"

I could see Jack watching our conversation out of the corner of my eye in shock. I'm guessing nobody got the better of the Captain on this ship.

"Captain Teague, I see you met Jack my son," Teague said, I nodded, "How did ye get in that boat?"

"Storm toppled the ship," I said looking at him sadly, remembering all the people who would have been lost on the voyage, "Old man on there gave a row boat and told me to go," I shrugged, trying to hide how hard it was to watch the whole ship sink slowly into the water, hearing all the screams, "Please may I stay on this ship till the next port. I will help with everything I can,"

"Aye," Captain Teague agreed, "You may stay," with this he walked out.

And that is where my life changed completely. When I fell for Jack Sparrow.

Thank you for reading, please review and tell me how I can improve.

Until next time

Artistic-Blue-Eyes xxx