A/n: Hi there, well I decided to write a story, again. The song is called Bullet because I didn't have a title so I named it the first song that came to mind. Then I realized the lyrics went perfectly with it! Muah! Enjoy and Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC…although I wish I did.

Chapter One: Attack on Port Royal

"But father, I'm almost certain I saw him today!" I yelled as he left the room. Why wasn't any one listening to me? I did see Jack Sparrow, in fact, I talked to him. Not that, that's anything to brag about but I did. First, I told my mother, who wasn't really my mother but that's a story for later, then my brother who was too busy chopping wood to listen and now my father was too busy with papers for the Commodore.

"Now, now miss, it's been a long day, why don't we get you in bed," My maid, Marie said coming up behind me as I folded my arms. She put a comforting hand on my shoulder and led me off to my room to finish getting me ready for bed. She finished pinning my hair up so my curls wouldn't mess up, seeing as I had a stupid breakfast date to attend to with the commodore. Apparently, my father was trying to marry me off.

So, before I said my mother wasn't my real mother, and that's completely true. My real mother died about a couple of years ago and my father remarried in an instant. I guess he didn't want to be a single father. That would be hard, him being in the navy and all.

My life isn't all that bad…I mean sure the commodore has been after my hand for quite some time now but all in all I have a family who's always there for me.

Sighing, I pulled the covers up over my shoulders and turned on my side. Life as I knew it was slowly going down hill.

I awoke the next morning, to Marie prodding me rather harshly. I opened my eyes, her face seemed rather hurried and I sat up in bed quickly.

"What time is it?" I asked, quickly crawling out of bed. Not that I care if I miss my breakfast date, but it seemed rather important for my father that I go.

"The commodore is waiting for you down stairs…" She breathed, hurrying and grabbing my dress from the closet. I ran behind the screen.

A few seconds later I had practically ran down the stairs in my heels to get to the parlor where I knew the commodore was waiting. That was the second time I woke up late. I knocked on the door, trying to catch my breath (or what breath I had with this corset). I stood up straighter when the door opened, and smiled at the commodore apologetically.

"I'm terribly sorry, I do believe I've been absolutely tired these past days," I said, breathlessly as I fanned my self to catch my breath. Dresses were so uncomfortable. He only smiled in response and held out his arm for me to take. I did so and he showed me out the door. Sighing, I took one look at the mess I called Port Royal. I hated it here, truly I did.

As we began to walk around the port, I began to think. I felt I would never get any where other than Port Royal in all my life. I would stay here, have to marry the commodore, because no other man would want to court me, and have very ugly children. That's it, that's what would happen if I stayed here in Port Royal. Then my children would be depressed because they're ugly like their father and want to kill them selves. See I can't have my ugly children want to kill them selves. It's not right.

"Good morning, Commodore!" I heard an all too familiar voice say from behind us. Thank god! Elizabeth had come to rescue me from the evil grasp of children looking like the commodore.

"Good morning Mrs. Turner," He replied, I rolled my eyes. Was he always going to confront her like that? Man he can hold a grudge.

"Good morning to you too, Allison," She said turning to me and smiling that sweet smile of hers.

"It's always a pleasure to see you, Elizabeth," I could tell the Commodore was getting a tad uncomfortable. I smirked and began conversing with Elizabeth.

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Really? And no one believed you?" She asked after I quietly told her about my experience with Jack Sparrow, which was only for a second because I had just run directly into him and fallen before he left.

"Well, I'll talk to you more about it later at tea?" I asked, she nodded and said around five then left. I turned to the commodore and he looked at me with a confused look on his face. I giggled a fake giggle I might add.

That evening when I arrived at Elizabeth's she answered the door rather quickly and pulled me into her home, quickly shutting it again. She leaned up against the door and smiled, walking to the parlor. I followed and watched as I entered a room that was completely empty except for a chair and Mr. Turner who had fallen asleep apparently.

"So you saw Jack Sparrow?" I nodded, taking the bottle from William's hand and sniffing the liquid inside of it. "Are you certain? I could be some who looks like Jack. I took a sip of the rum, only to have Elizabeth snatch it away from my hands. Hey, I was curious.

"I'm almost positive. I mean I've only seen Jack Sparrow once before in my life and that was last year at the hanging ceremony after you three got back from you know, fighting cursed pirates and all…" I trailed off; thinking about the story Elizabeth had told me. Of course the story was from her point of view so it really wasn't that interesting, the one being saved and not fighting cursed pirates until the end.

"Now's not the time Ally…did you see Captain Jack Sparrow or not!" She was yelling by now and I could tell that my thinking had gotten me into trouble a lot.

"Yes…or maybe not. It was raining I was focusing on other things besides the fact that I had ran into Jack Sparrow…"

"Okay…I'll calm down and ask you nicely. What exactly happened?" She asked, taking a deep breath afterwards.

"Well, it was raining, and of course, I love the rain. So disobeying my father's orders, again, I went out side for a stroll. The rain began to get heavy and I was making my way back home when I found my self looking at the muddy hem of my dress. I ran into something or somebody so I feel back to the ground. When I look back up, I saw Jack Sparrow looking back down at me before running back to the docks." I took a deep breath. It took a lot to say that in one breath. Which I happen to do a lot. I'm very weird.

"Did he say anything to you?"

"Well, he told me I should watch where I was going, in a nice way mind you. And I told him I should look into to doing that." I heard my stomach growl from beneath the corset and sighed. I had missed dinner back at home.

"Are you hungry?" Elizabeth asked, laughing as she helped me off the floor. I dusted the back of my skirt and walked to the kitchen slash dinning room with Elizabeth, who woke her husband as she did so. He yawned, bade me good evening and followed into the kitchen where dinner was sitting on the table waiting for us.

"Wow. That was fast," I whispered, looking at the food in front of me as I sat down. We began to eat, and I told Will about my run in with who I assumed was Jack Sparrow. He seemed happy to know that Jack could be alive. I began to think again. The Commodore had told us he had caught jack and engaged in a fight. He said he won. Yeah right…he's just trying to remain commodore.

I slurped a spaghetti strand into my mouth and smiled as Elizabeth and Will laughed. I loved these two; I could be myself around them and not someone I didn't want to me. You know…like the daughter of a navy officer.

Our laughter ceased as we heard faint cannon fire. The cannon ball flew right through the dinning room, destroying what little furniture the two had. I ducked as another one flew in after it.

"What's going on?" I yelled over the chaos that had ensued. Elizabeth shook her head and looked to Will.

"I knew that wasn't a merchant ship. Come on, we have to help!" He said, running to the room next door and pulling out three swords.

"I've never held a sword in my life!" I yelled at him as we ran to the front door.

"You'll be fine," Elizabeth reassured me as we ran out into the streets. I kicked of my shoes and followed closely behind as my two friends ran off towards the dock. We stood watching as row boats of pirates came toward us. I felt somebody tap my shoulder and I spun around quickly.

"Pirate…" I whispered, clenching the sword tighter in my hand. He raised his own sword and met it have way with mine. I lifted my leg and kicked him in the gut, running to catch up with Elizabeth and Will.

"Elizabeth, I just…" I was going to tell her that I had kicked a pirate, but much more pressing matters were at hand.