Irena is mine. Jack isn't. (Neither is Tortuga, but I would sooo live there.)

Once again, it was time to work the streets of Tortuga. Irena got into her dress…green to match her beautiful eyes. She tousled her hair and as it fell across her shoulders, she wondered if the infamous Black Pearl was going to be docked tonight. She heard other whores talk about Jack Sparrow's charm which was as infamous as his ship. Was she worth it? She took one last look herself in the mirror and closed the door behind her.

She walked down the stairs to the bottom floor of the tavern. She had absolutely nothing, all she wanted was a little something. Even her dress didn't belong to her. It belonged to another whore. She was so poor, but she did have something going for her. Her beauty and her kindness, that was what she had. She walked out of the tavern just in time to see the famous black sails.

"The Pearl." She whispered.

"You like it darling?" A silky voice asked from behind her.

She turned around to see the kohl eyes, the dreadlocks, and the hat of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. She wanted to say something, but no words came out of her mouth.

"You are a quiet one. Why are you here, luv?" He looked into her green orbs and was mesmerized by them.

"I…I…I have no place to go, Captain." Irena tried and failed to stop looking at him. A younger man and a woman came up behind Jack.

"Jack, what are you…oh." Elizabeth looked at her with a little contempt because of her obvious profession.

"I'm sorry, Captain. I had no idea that you had a beautiful young woman at your call. I'll go somewhere else." She tried to move, but found a hand on her arm.

"Luv, she and the whelp are together. I have no one." Jack looked at her with a genuine expression on his face.

"Captain. I appreciate it, but you can do better then me." Irena looked at him. "Please, I don't want to burden you."

"You don't, luv. I want to be with you tonight." He led her into the tavern where she slept and led her to her own room.

"Captain? How do you…"

"I watched you come out of your room." He answered. He closed the door behind them.

"This is not my room. I have nothing. Not even this dress is mine. I'm sorry, I can't stop opening up to you. I have nothing to offer to the famous Jack Sparrow. I never will be able to offer him anything." She had tears in her eyes and he scooped her up and carried her out of the room, down the stairs, and toward the docks.

She sobbed the whole way and Jack realized she was pure. No place on a pirate ship, but that didn't mean he couldn't love her. He stopped on the deck of his ship. He fell for her, he was mesmerized. She was a witch to him, but she couldn't be, they were ugly. He looked down at her and she had fallen asleep. He entered his cabin and laid her down on his warm bed.

He walked out to find Will and Elizabeth along with Gibbs in the mess.

"I think she's a witch, mates." Jack stated.

"Really? I thought they were ugly." Will answered.

Gibbs looked at his captain. "I believe witches may be able to change their looks at will, Captain."

"So what do we do with her?" Elizabeth asked. "We could take her back to Port Royal and offer her in exchange for amnesty. A witch for pirates. She is far more valuable than we are."

"I want to find out the truth. You mates are welcome to sit in my cabin as I question her meself." Jack answered them. "Then we will decide what to do with her."

They walked to his cabin to find her staring out the window back at Tortuga. She had tears in her eyes. She turned to see the four of them and they looked at her.

"Captain. I wish to leave." Irena was fearful and everyone could tell by her tone.

"I want to ask you some questions, luv." Jack looked into her eyes. He would be able to tell if she was lying. "Now, are you really poor?"

"Yes. Why are you questioning me?" Irena was extremely scared now.
"Are you magical in any way?"

"No! I just want to go home! Please!" Irena was on her knees, sobbing. "You think I'm a witch, don't you? Well, I'm not! I'm just a whore, who wants to belong since her father and mother left her in Tortuga."

"Who were your parents, child?" Gibbs asked. He had a horrible feeling that she was the child of legend.

"I don't know." There was a silence and Jack stood up.

"Well, then. Maybe we should go see someone who would." Jack exited his cabin, followed by Gibbs, Elizabeth, and Will.

The four of them went to the deck to find all the crew already scurrying around, trying to set sail. Jack thought nothing of it, but Elizabeth went to Anamaria and asked. They spoke for a moment and Elizabeth returned.

"Well?" Gibbs asked.
"She said that they were called back by something." Elizabeth answered.

"Jack, this isn't good." Will said.

"I know, mate." Jack looked at Gibbs. "Tell me the legend."

"A long time ago, a woman and a god had a relationship and the god got the woman pregnant. The god took care of her and took the child. He put the child in a human body and cursed her to never age past age 20. That was 2,000 years ago. The girl down there supposedly has her mother's eyes and beauty, her father's inability to lie to her mother and his sweetness when he was with the woman. I bet you that the god called the crew back. The god wants to see what his daughter his daughter has become." Gibbs was met with a thoughtful look on Jack's face.

"Jack. If you take her, there is no telling what will happen." Will said.

Within another hour, they had set sailed. The crew was nervous and Irena was pacing in Jack's cabin. What would she do? She didn't want to see her parents, they had abandoned her, but she had power, she could tell. When she cried hard enough, it would storm. When she willed it, the wind would pick up. She had some kind of power, and she was immortal, thanks to her father, a god. She knew she was immortal because when men tried to hurt her fatally, she never died. It was a curse.

She exited the Captain's cabin and went out on deck. None of the crew wanted to talk to her. Even Jack was distant. Will and Elizabeth were talking to Jack and Gibbs was working on the sails. The crew went about their duties and she was sad. She wanted to reach out to Jack, but how would the Captain react? She wanted the wind to pick up and it did, rather quickly. Everyone looked at her and then at Jack.

She went over to Jack and the wind died as quickly as it had come. Her emotions gave her her powers, sadness, will, and anger. She was happy when she looked at Jack. He looked at her. He couldn't even contain his erection when he looked at her. He lusted for her, but if he touched her, what would happen to the crew? He looked past her to see Jones' ship next to the Pearl.

Davy Jones was already on deck, looking at the young goddess. She was Calypso's niece all right, daughter of the infamous Poseidon and the woman no one knew. That woman had died a long time ago. It pained him, as he had not seen his beloved Calypso in sometime.

"Irena." Davy Jones looked at the goddess. She turned and when she did, his fishiness melted into his humanity, just like Calypso could do, but she had to touch him. The girl could take his fishiness away with just a look. She was indeed powerful.

"Davy Jones." Irena looked at him with contempt. She remembered him. She knew Davy Jones was a servant of the sea. He cursed Jack into giving his soul for the Black Pearl and she couldn't forgive Davy Jones for that. A man needed a woman and she wanted to be with Jack. She could feel that Jack loved her. A genuine love, not a love he would betray.

"Jack Sparrow. You still owe me your soul." Davy Jones seethed.

"No! I will give you my soul in his place." Irena stiffened as Davy Jones brushed by her. She knew she had to try to save Jack, even if she had no idea where her powers came from.

"Irena, he owes me. You could not know his suffering, my beautiful child."

"I am not a child! I am a woman! He loves me, a genuine love. He will not betray it." Irena looked at him. "Perhaps he will, I don't know. He has friends and loved ones. Leave him be!" With the force of the wind, she knocked Davy Jones back. He was powerless to stop her. He grabbed her and shook her.

"You will not do that to me again, Irena." He raised his hand to strike her, but Calypso, in all her beauty, stopped him.

"Davy Jones. Don't you strike my niece." Calypso looked at Jack. Jack looked back at Calypso and Calypso could see what her niece saw as well. "Irena, my child. He will have to prove his worth."

"How? Who are you? Do you know my parents?" Irena was upset.

"Yes, child. You are a powerful goddess of the sea, daughter of the god Poseidon himself who still lives." Calypso explained.

"And my mother?"

"She died in childbirth, sadly. I do know she was the most beautiful woman in the world at the time. You have her beauty. She is in the underworld, a special place. It was arranged between the brothers Hades and Poseidon. You must find your father. He will tell you what you need to know." Calypso turned away.

"But how do I find him?"

"You will know when he is near. All of his children can feel him." Calypso turned to Jack. "As for you, you must prove you love her by finding her only weakness and not exploiting it. You have two months. If you have not found it, you will give your soul to Davy Jones. If you do, then you and Irena may live and Poseidon will give you immortality if you wish." Calypso turned towards the see. "I will see you two months to this day, my niece. You best take care of her Jack Sparrow. I'll be watching." She said as she disappeared.

"Your soul will be mine, Sparrow, for she has no weakness." Davy Jones laughed cruelly as he descended into the depths of the sea.

Irena looked at the crew and they were all bowing to her with the exception of Jack, Will, and Elizabeth. "No, please. I am not the daughter of the sea. I just have…maybe I am…a little like…father…"

Jack went to her. "Luv, why did you defend me? I'm a pirate."

"And a good man. I can sense you love me. You can't hide one of the things that my father gave me."

"And what are your powers?" Jack asked.

"When I cry hard enough, I can make it rain. When I will it, it will be windy and when I am angry, I can use wind as a weapon. I can also sense human lust and love, as well as the emotions of the one who loves me." Irena looked at the crew, they were all still bowing. "Raise. Please."

Just as they were about to get underway, the Royal Navy had found them again. The Pearl was surrounded and Commodore Norrington was coming on to the deck. He hated Sparrow with a passion, but when he saw the girl at his arm, he concluded that Jack had stolen her from her home.

"Well, Jack Sparrow, we meet again." Norrington sneered. "Where did you steal this girl from?" He nodded at Irena. "My, she's a pretty thing. Another whore for Captain Sparrow?"

"She's not a whore, mate." Jack answered calmly. He didn't want anything given away about his love until she wished it. "Commodore, if you would be so kind as to leave my ship so we may go find the girl's father, that would be most gracious of you."

"Why? You're a pirate. Why should I? What's in it for you?"

"And? I know this, mate. I just wish to find her father. That's all." Jack was about to run him through, but he didn't want his ship at the bottom of the ocean for a second time.

"Commodore…" Irena began.

"Shut your mouth, you harlot. How can you allow yourself this kind of treatment? You are a woman." Norrington silenced her.

A gust of wind blew across the ship. Irena was angry that the Commodore had spoken to her in this way. "Harlot? I'll have you know, Commodore James Norrington, I am not a harlot."

"How did you know my name? Are you a witch?"

"Better." The wind picked up and all of the Royal Navy's ships were tossed about on the sea. Irena held Norrington in his place with a gaze. "Now, will you let us find my father or shall we give you no ships and keep you prisoner?" Irena's dark side was showing. Her father had a mean streak when he wished it.

"Let me go, witch!" Norrington screamed.
"As you wish." Irena let him go and he took out his pistol out and shot her. Norrington jumped overboard satisfied with himself. "Jack!"

"Irena, luv!" Jack was beside himself. She was supposedly immortal, but now she was bleeding, a lot. "Gibbs!"

"Aye, Captain!"

"Bring the Commodore back here. I'm not finished with him." Jack cradled her. Was this her weakness?

"Jack, please. I beg you. I'm cold."

"You're not leaving me, luv." Jack held her close. "I won't let you die."

"Jack. I have a weakness that is not seen by the mortal eye." Irena was making sure he would find her secret before she died. She never died, but it always felt like she would die soon, very soon.

"What is it?"

"I cannot tell you, but my father could. He would know the weakness of all of his children. Please, before it is too late. Go to Poseidon."

"Poseidon?" Commodore Norrington had been swimming in the sea. He was now on deck, in ropes, tied up. "Your father cannot be Poseidon."

"You will help her, Norrington." Jack seethed. "If you don't, I'll run you through as you did to her."

"I refuse to help a wench." Norrington stated.

"I'm not a wench, you moron. I'm a daughter of a god. A god you have angered." Irena looked at him. "You better pray to a god who can help you, Commodore, because Poseidon is not as forgiving as some of the other gods."

"How would you know?"

"I know my father. I have some of his powers. I can feel him." She was coughing up blood. Her wound was healed slightly, no bloodstain on her green dress anymore. She looked at Jack. "Wait here."

"Really?"

"Trust me. In the sea of fallen pirates, where the ocean eventually meets the sand, you will find my father. Yes, my father is a god of pirates, Jack."

"How do you know so much about Poseidon?" Will asked, not sure what the answer would be.

"My father must have done this to me. I have been around for thousands of years. Jack, you must wait he will be here. I know he will."

As soon as she stopped speaking, the waves picked up and a trident dropped out of the water on to the deck…