Hey everyone I'm so glad ur reading my first Pirates of the Carribean fic! I really hope you like it!  I don't mind flames they keep me warm! But be nice, please!

Disclaimer: I don't own pirates-if I did sniffle I would get to meet Orlando Bloom!

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Nienna

Prolog

Sarah sat on the rug near the fire place, listening raptly to the stories that "Uncle" Jack's stories of adventure and pirates. It all sounded so amazing to her.  She longed to feel the ocean spray on her face, and the thrill of an adventure on the horizon.  She was eleven at the time but even at her young age she understood that her parents fought.  Sarah focused her attention on the story that Jack was telling her. 

"And then they tossed me over board and left me marooned on an island! Me! Caption Jack Sparrow!"  Sarah nodded trying to ignore the shouts from upstairs. 

*upstairs*

"She is too young and too impressionable to be listening to those stories! Jack is a bad influence."  Elizabeth shouted at her husband, Will.

"Jack is a good man-they're just stories Elizabeth! She probably doesn't believe half of them!"  Will was worried for his daughter. He wanted her to be safe, and stay at home, and not go on adventures that he wasn't sure that she would come back alive; but in her veins flowed the blood of a pirate.  Will knew that sooner or later the call of the sea would get to her and that she would leave.  Elizabeth was raising their daughter to be a proper English girl, what Elizabeth didn't know was Sarah's talent for most things un-lady like.  Sarah was a master sword fighter, practicing 3 hours a day with the swords her father made.  As Jack often teased her-she had no life, and needed to get herself a guy. 

"There is no doubt in my mind that Jack is a good man. I just don't want my daughter getting the idea that being a pirate is a good profession."

"She is my daughter too. You forget that my father was a pirate, and she had pirate blood flowing in her veins! Good God Elizabeth it isn't like she can go far. No captain would take her!"  Will put a comforting hand on Elizabeth's shoulder.

"She isn't going to leave us."

*downstairs*

            Sarah stopped listening to the story and bit her tongue hard so she wouldn't curse out loud.  Jack too, had stopped to listen.

"Ah, I believe that's my cue to go."

"No, don't.  Really, you're not a bad influence.  Honestly," she said following Jack to the door, "they talk about me as if I'm a child and can't understand them." she sighed again, looking out at the sea from their Governor's Mansion.  It was a clear night with a full moon, shining over the water.

"Let me get the carriage, you can tell me a story on the way down to the docks."

"You shouldn't come, but I just can't say no to you can I?" Sarah smiled sweetly, asking the butler to get the carriage for herself and Mr. Smith.   Both hopped into the carriage, and Jack sat back stroking his beard thinking of a story to tell her. Than one came to him, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.  Jack thought of a story that would defiantly send her mother of the plank. 

"Now this story, you must never repeat it to anyone, understand?" she nodded.

"Have I ever told you the story of The Curse of the Black Pearl?"

"The Black Pearl, isn't that your ship?"  Jack nodded. 

"Now, your father came over to the Caribbean on a ship that was attacked."  Jack told Sarah the entire story of the cursed treasure, and about her grandfather's blood. 

"Jack, when will I see you again?" Sarah asked as Jack hopped down out of the carriage. They had reached the docks, and their parting.  Sarah followed him down to the docks.

"I don't know poppet. I'll come back, I promise. Now, don't be too much trouble to your parents, their good people.  Be safe, princess." Jack said, giving Sarah a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Bye Jack!" Sarah said climbing back into the carriage.  The young girl had a few tears in her eyes as she watched one of her only friends disappear around the bend.  

            Sarah didn't really want to go home.  In that house she felt confined, like a caged lion. "Henry, could you drop me off here? I think I'll walk home."

"All right, little miss." Henry pulled the carriage over, letting her off.

"Thanks, and just tell my parents I'll be home."  Sarah walked off in no general direction deciding that she'd take her time, trying to ditch Henry. 

            Eventually, Sarah made it to her father's shop, slipping inside.  Sarah shrugged off her cloak, laying it aside.  She pulled out one of her father's sword, cutting the air a few times with it.  The moonlight shone with a lovely glow that pained Sarah's heart with longing.  She swished the sword around practicing the moves her father had taught her. 

"Aren't you the little sword mistress." Said a calm, accented (sort of British/Australia) voice from behind Sarah.  She spun around facing a figure cloaked in the moonlight.  His faced was hidden behind hood.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Sarah held up the sword, as the boy laughed. 

"Do you really know how to use that, child?"

"I am not a child," Sarah advanced on the mysterious boy, "Again, what is your name? Tell me." He laughed, pulling off his hood.  In the moonlight, Sarah could barely make out his white-blond hair, and shrewd narrowed eyes, that shone.

"My name is Devlin." Devlin began to walk around, and Sarah mimicked his movements making so she was neither closer nor farther away.

"What business do you have here?"

"You are the governor's granddaughter are you not?"

"How do you know me?"  Sarah faltered and in her moment of distraction, Devlin, with lightening speed, unsheathed a sword and clashing could be heard throughout the shop. 

"Who-are-you?" Asked Sarah between breaths. 

"I've told you my name."  Sarah twisted and blocked his blade.

"Yes, Devlin? Is that like the Devil?"  Their swords crossed, and then they parted.  Devlin disarmed Sarah with a simple move that he could have done before they dueled. He was playing with her, and she didn't like it.  Devlin advanced on her.  Sarah backed up against the wall.  Their bodies pressed close. Sarah could feel his warm breath on her face.  It made her uncomfortable to be so close to him, but she refused to show it.  Her chin tilted defiantly. Devlin was taller than her, by a good 4 inches.  She looked into his eyes determined not to show any sign of weakness.  She was surprised to see his eyes look so sad.  Sarah could see a scratch across his cheek.

"How old are you?" she asked. He couldn't be that much older than she, but his scar might have proved different.  Sarah found herself suddenly entranced.  He backed away from her, putting air between their bodies. 

"12."

"12?"  Sarah stepped forward, placing a soft hand on his face running a finger over his scar.  Devlin's look confused Sarah.  He backed away from her again, and bowed.

"I'm sorry I have to go."

"But-" Devlin came closer to her, looking down at Sarah.  He placed a soft kiss on her cheek

"Good bye, Princess." 

"How do-" but before she could finished he kissed the back of her hand bowing, and left, turning only to grin back at her from the door.  Sarah stood burning the memory of his mischievous grin into her mind.

OK! So prolog done-if u've noticed I've posted chapter 1 and this ALL AT ONCE! Yeah!

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NIenna