Yo this is my first fanfiction story ever and I've tried to stay away from the carbon copy tagalong that I initially was gonna put in this story. This character has her own reasons and past different from what you might think. Go easy on me, cuz I'm a newb right now. K I'll shut up now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean

Chapter 1 Bloody Pirates

I approached my next victim, a drunk, dirty, fat man sleeping with the pigs. This'll be easy. I thought to myself. I stealthily bent down and squeezed my thin fingers into his pocket with years of practice. Nothing, the man was a bum with no money.

Voices drew near, echoing off the cobblestone streets. I jumped into the shadows as two men approached. One was tall, wore a white shirt, and seemed to be quite clean by Tortuga's standards. He looked English, and the appearance of a young, well-mannered man that was not accustomed to the loud rowdy port which he was now in. In addition, I also observed that he was armed with a sword at his side. He was tall, nice looking, and seamed well fit.

The second man was his opposite. He had on a long coat with a white shirt that was covered in grime. He was shorter than the other man, but lean and had a somewhat catlike walk. He wore a red bandana, with various jewelry placed in unusual spots. He had on a pointed hat, and his beard and dark hair were braided. A pirate.

The pirate threw a bucket of water that he was carrying onto the sleeping man and he awoke with a sputter. The drunk mumbled a curse and looked up. He recognized the pirate and said, "Curse ya for breathing ya slack jawed idiot! Mother's love Jack! You should know better than to wake a man while he's sleeping. It's bad luck."

"Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys the man who did the sleeping a drink. While the man who did the sleeping listens to a proposition from the man who did the waking." The pirate named Jack answered.

"Well alright then." The drunk said, and he got up out of the straw.

The Englishman threw his bucket of water onto the wet man and the drunk yelled angrily, "Blast damn! I'm already awake!"

"That was for the smell." He replied and the drunk shrugged and followed the other two into the dark alley.

Interested in who these peculiar men were, I followed them into a bar. As they opened the door, loud music, screaming, and laughter erupted from inside and then was silenced as the door was closed.

I checked my appearance in a murky reflection in a puddle. I was wearing long black pants with a red, baggy shirt that I had stolen off a dead body a few days ago. I had long dark blonde hair that I had put up in a black bandana, and strapped to my side were daggers tipped with poison just incase.

Upon entering the bar I was immediately rammed by two men locked in a furious fight. I looked around and saw complete chaos which was how it always was. In a corner, I spotted the pirate and the Englishman.

I assumed that the Englishman would posses a couple of shillings. I began slowly making my over to him. He was sitting next to an extremely fat woman who seemed to be drunk and hitting on him. The Englishman looked disgusted and tried to move away from her, but she just kept getting closer to him.

So, I put my drunken act on and slurred my speech when I said, "Hey."

He looked around and saw me and replied an uncomfortable, "Hello."

I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "You're not from around here, are you."

"Um no. I'm just visiting with him." He pointed at the pirate who was currently having a discussion with the drunken pig guy.

"You're traveling with a pirate?" I asked, not really believing what this guy was telling me.

"Yes," he answered slowly. While he did, I inched closer and slid my fingers into his pocket without him noticing.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Will Turner."

"That's a nice name." I answered making conversation, "Mine's Santana."

"Nice to meet you." He said politely.

"So why have you come to this hell hole?" I asked.

"I beg your pardon." He said a little taken aback.

"Tortuga, this port."

"Oh…just business."

"Right, well I should get going." I said in a hurry. Standing up, I started walking away when a sword pointed at my chest.

"Excuse me gentlemen this'll only take a minute." The pirate said standing up and grabbed me by the arm.

"Do you plan on giving Mr. Turner his possessions back?" He asked slyly.

I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp, but he held on tight. I looked him straight in the eye, "No."

"Now that's not very lady like to steal money off of dimwitted men."

"So now you're educating me on manors pirate?" I said challenging him.

"Just some helpful suggestions." He answered back nonchalantly. I looked at him with fury, and then struggled to get free, but his grip held firm. Then, I noticed the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a sparrow flying across a rising sun.

"You're Jack Sparrow."

"Captain I prefer. See, we're getting acquainted already. Now I'm quite busy at the moment. Will you please give me Will's stuff and be on your way?"

"What are you going to do? Kill me?"

Jack Sparrow seemed to think and then answered, "No. I like you. I don't suppose you know how to sail?"

His question caught me off guard. I didn't know how much I should tell him. "My father sailed here from Europe, but died middle of the voyage. I took control of the ship and brought it here."

"What's your name miss?"

"Santana." I said flatly.

"So Santana, is this fine piece of jewelry yours?" He asked pulling the gold medallion I had stolen off a pirate out of my pocket.

"And if it is?"

"Where did you get it?"

"Why are you so interested in it Sparrow?" I fired back at him.

Jack rolled his eyes and pulled out a gun, "I'll be taking it. That's why." He shoved me to the ground and the three slunk out of the bar.

"Bloody pirates." I said kicking a chair next to me with my boot.

Outside of the bar I unsheathed the dagger and looked at it as the cool medal glinted in the moonlight. Revenge was all I could think about. That medallion could have bought me a warm meal and a bed at the inn, and just like that, the thief had been thieved.

Tomorrow, I thought, I'll get it back.

A/N: So this is end of chappie 1. R and R. I have more written but I won't continue unless I get a lot of reviews actually saying I should go on. And there will be a twist coming up.