It was a cold day on Isla Fortuna, as any other day was. The ground was covered in at least a foot of snow, with more snow was falling from the sky. The ice and snow earned the island it's more commonly used name: Snowy Island.

There was one ship at the docks, a huge black ship no one was willing to go near. Everyone in the town knew the stories of the Black Pearl, and her cursed captain and crew. Of course, if the townspeople would go near the ship, they'd realize that the pirates weren't cursed...

They would also realize that the pirates weren't normal...

"I thought that the snow would've stopped by now." Jack mumbled, looking out the window. He turned to Barbossa, who was sitting at the desk. "You know, I was here when it started snowing. I was a teenager back then, and captain of a fabulous ship, the Barnacle. With a trustworthy crew. Well, not counting the Aristobrat and the cat-like beast."

Barbossa rolled his eyes. "Why in the blazes-"

Jack smirked, pointing at Barbossa. "Good one."

"Jack, why did we have to run to this island?" Barbossa asked, throughly annoyed.

Jack pointed out the window. "How many Navy ships do you see? None, exactly. The Navy doesn't come here. It's safer than Shipwreck Cove here!"

"Yes, 'til we start getting sick and dying." Barbossa pointed out. "We should be leaving soon."

Jack rolled his eyes, knowing that Barbossa was right. The deck of the Pearl had to be swept every two hours to keep the snow from doing any damage. Very few of the crew members had jackets, and Jack was freezing in his. He could understand why Barbossa refused to leave the warm cabin...

"Fine, we'll leave tonight." Jack said, before grabbing the key ring from it's hook. "I'm just gonna check out something."

On land...

Jack stood in front of an old abandoned inn. He remembered, as a teenager, leaving his crew in that inn as he went off on an adventure. Deep down, he still had yet to forgive himself for leaving them here...

Jack walked in the door of the inn, which had been swinging in the wind. It was dark and empty, making Jack a little nervous. He half expected to see the skeletons of his crew in here, waiting for him to return...

Just then, Jack heard a cracking sound. He whipped around, with his right hand on his pistol.

Standing there was a startled little girl. She looked to be about six years old, and she probably hadn't bathed in the recent four. She had brown eyes and curly dark brown hair. She was wearing an old dress that looked way too thin for the weather...

Jack took his hand off his pistol and held it out to her. "Come here Dearie." Jack said, trying not to scare her any more than she already was. She backed away from him. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Jack then noticed that she was eying his left hand, which was resting on the hilt of his sword...

"Oh, sorry." Jack said, moving his left hand. Now it was on his hip, with his thumb hooked on his sash. That's when he had an idea. "You hungry?"

The little girl looked down, before nodding slowly...

Jack smirked. "I know a place with good gumbo. Just follow me, if you want." He said, before walking out...

A few minutes later...

Jack watched as the little girl was finishing her second bowl. 'Where does it all go?' He thought. 'She's skinny as a twig.' He then looked down at his own bowl. 'Sure, I'm on my third bowl, but that's different.'

"Thank you."

Jack looked at the girl, surprised. She had been so silent before, he had just assumed that she couldn't talk. "You're welcome Dearie. Now, where's your parents?"

The little girl gave him a confused look. "Parents?"

"You know, your Mum and Da?"

"My Mum and Da?" She mumbled. "I don't get it."

This was one of those rare moments that Jack just wanted to smack his own forehead. He looked around, hoping for some help, and found it. There was a small family nearby, consisting of a man, a woman, and their son, eating. "See, that man and woman are that kid's parents."

"Oh." She said, still slightly confused. "I don't have any."

"Then where do you live?"

The little girl then gave him a scared look. "Oh please don't send me back! Please? I just got away last week! Please don't-"

"Calm down, I'm not going to." Jack said. To be honest, he was going to, until he saw the look on her face. "I'm not going to Dearie, but if you tell me where, I might be able to find your parents."

"The Orphanage."

"Well, one more question." Jack said. "What's your name?"

"Christine."

Just then, Mr. Gibbs walked over. "Captain, I've been-"

"Watch her for me." Jack ordered, walking away...

I'll update soon...or I hope to...