User:Apirateslifeforme03

I REALLY think that there should be a Fan Fiction page in POTC Wiki, everyone can enter their fan fic, or ones they love! So add yours whenever ya want. =]

My sister and I are writing this one, Daugthers of the Sea. It, isn't done yet. I will ask her to put hers on here as well =] This is really a rough draft, and Jen's version is so much better than mine. Thanks to everyone whos helped me with this. love you Jen!

These charecters from the Pirates of the Caribbean triology DO not belong to me, and belong to the charecters written by Ted Elliot and Terry Rossio FOR the Pirates of the Caribbean triolgy.

Rough Draft Chapter 1: Dear Diary, Today was most fascinating! My dearest friend Elizabeth came to my home to see me after her voyage on the sea with her father! She came running to my house with the largest smile on her face! Almost as soon as I answered the door she said, Maria you have to come meet my new friend! I asked how she met her new friend and she said she rescued him! He was stranded on a wooden board at sea and his ship was on fire! She thinks she even saw the ship with black sails! I asked her friends name and she said Will Turner! I also asked when I would get to meet him, and she told me I could tomorrow! Isn’t that exciting? I will write to you tomorrow and tell you about him! Very sincerely, Maria Smith

Dear Diary, Guess what! I met Will today! He is most fun to be around! He has dark brown hair, with copper streaks, the most beautiful brown eyes you will ever see, and most importantly, He is very sweet and kind! Elizabeth introduced us so wonderfully! She said, Will, this is my dearest friend Maria! And then I said, hello! Then Elizabeth said, Maria this is Will Turner! And he quietly said, “Hello how are you?” He said it politely with the sweetest smile!! We talked all day! He is very funny, and he has the most memorable laugh! I asked him about when he was shipwrecked and he told me he was on a ship to find his father, he said he was below deck, and all of the sudden he heard shouting and yelling, and then he saw fire! But, then, he went unconscious! And the next thing he saw was Elizabeth! I couldn’t believe how dreadful his story was! But, one thing I do find is Will is so nervous when he talks to Elizabeth! I do believe he fancies her. But Diary, I secretly fancy Will! I wish he felt the same way. Please do not tell anyone, but I am most sure I love him. I will write in you very soon! Very Sincerely, Maria Smith

Dear Diary, I am terribly sad. I haven’t seen Elizabeth in a week! She, being the Governor’s daughter, has to learn to be a lady! Her father already is worried about her because she is interested in pirates. I personally see no problem in that, but Governor Swan does. Will is so blessed. He gets to see her when he delivers swords! Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! Will works for the local blacksmith Mr. Brown. The good news is, I think Will and I will be great friends! I go and see him during his breaks, and we take walks around the shore! He is such good company! He even thinks we will be great friends! He does ask about Elizabeth quite often though. Well, I must go see Will now! Very sincerely, Maria Smith

Dear Diary, It’s been years passed since I’ve last written in you. I am now thirteen years of age. Three years is too long not to write. Elizabeth is still one of my dearest friends, but now, Will is as well! I still have not seen Elizabeth as much as I did in the past, but now, I see Will ever day! He is growing into a fine young man. I know everything about him, and he knows everything about me! That is one of the reasons why today is one of the hardest days of my entire life. I have to leave Port Royal. As you know, my father is an officer, and we have to go to live in a pirate port called Tortuga to make sure everything doesn’t get out of hand there. I don’t know if I will ever come back! Saying goodbye to Elizabeth was entirely awful! We tried our hardest not to cry, but we did anyway. Saying goodbye to Will was the hardest ting I have ever done. We walked along the shore one last time, and we talked like normal. He promised he would never forget me, and that he will miss me! That is when I started to cry, he held me in his arms and he looked deeply saddened. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I couldn’t. I have to go, we are leaving. Most sincerely, Maria Smith

Dear Diary, Today is horrible! We are still on our way to Tortuga and I am dreadfully lonely. Will wrote to me! He said many things but he also said he saw Elizabeth the other day and he couldn’t speak, again! He also said he missed me! I will treasure that letter! I always will! But, I might not ever see Will or Elizabeth again! I could never forget them! Ever! Most sincerely, Maria Smith

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“Maria?”

“Jack? Oh hey!” I took a deep sigh of relief. “I’m so glad it’s you and not.,”

“Understood luv.” Jack said with a smile. “What are you doing? You look rather intrigued.” Jack looked around my room slowly.

I looked down at the tattered and torn book. “Reading my old diary.”

“When was the last time you wrote in it?”

“When I was thirteen.” I flipped through some more pages, then I looked up. I could see Jack’s face looked intensely interested. “Jack Sparrow, do you want to read my diary? I asked suspiciously.

“Only if you want me too!” He said with a sad sigh. His eyes looked around the room, and then at me.

I handed him my diary. “Go on read it, I know you want to.” I flashed him a teasing smile. He took it and read it. Once in a while he would look up at me, and then look back down. His dark eyes followed the words I wrote. But something about his intense reading, caught my attention. After all, it is Jack Sparrow, and Jack Sparrow, has a reason for everything. It was time to figure out what he was thinking. So, I decided I would say something.

“I feel like haven’t changed, and I’m fifteen!”

“Maria, do you still know this William?”

I blushed. “I can only wish.”

“Ah, has he captured fair Maria’s heart?” He smirked slyly. Leaning back in the chair, he put his feet up on the dresser and flipped threw the pages.

“As a matter of fact yes Jack, I still think about him.”

“Did he live in Port Royal?” He responded while still reading.

“Yes, he was an apprentice blacksmith to James Brown. Will is a much better blacksmith than Mr. Brown. He wrote to me while I was coming here, and told me still in his apprenticeship. But now, Will is probably the most skilled and amazing blacksmith, and Elizabeth must be the finest young women in Port Royal.”

Jack was sitting on a wooden chair by my desk, then he slowly put my diary on the desk. He stood up and walked to my door.

“Jack, are you leaving so soon? I haven’t seen you in four months and you come for three days and leave?”

“Maria, I will come back for you. I promise.” He said with assurance .Could I trust that assurance, well, I suppose I have too. He grabbed my hand and smiled.

“Please don’t wait another four months Jack. I do get awfully lonely without you here.”

“I’ll try my best luv.” He moved his head to the side and his lips formed a small smile, reveling his few gold teeth. Jack was unique, but, that’s what made him Jack. He opened the door and turned around with a sway, the only way I could possible describe it is like a leaf blown around in the wind. He turned to look at me. “Maria, how much do you love him?”

“Will?”

“Yes.”

I went to a drawer and opened it. It was full of letters, notes, and sea shells. Jack walked over at it and stared at all of the things I had from Will that I kept. He saw a seashell and tried to jokingly take it, I slapped his hand.

“I love him so much more than this. I would give anything to see him again.”

Jack looked at me sympathetically. He walked over and lifted my head up, and looked into my eyes “One day, I will bring you your lover Maria.”

He walked to my door once more, and walked out. I stood out my door watching him go down the stairs. I giggled, Jack walks so funny some times. “Bye Jack.”

“Goodbye Maria.” He took off his hat, put it too his chest then bowed slowly. He started to go down the stairs when he quickly turned around. “Maria?”

“Yes Mr. Sparrow?”

“William Turner, a family name?”

“Yes Jack, William was his fathers name.”

Jack smiled as if he were pleased with himself. He waved a small wave and swerved around, and continued down the stairs. I went down the stairs and watched him walk outside. He walked into the darkness and evil of a town I dreaded. Tortuga.

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Rough Draft Chapter 2:

A couple of weeks had passed. I was walking around town alone. Well, not totally alone. I had my gun in my hand. You see, Tortuga is a pirate port, one of the worst, dirtiest and roughest pirate ports. Well, if you think about it. It is one of the only pirate ports around. I took a deep sigh. Elizabeth and I had no idea how horrid pirates are! Why did we love them so much? I walked down the dark streets and stopped right in front of the The FaithfulBbride. I glanced up and saw four pirates about to swing another pirate over the balcony. I walked inside slowly and breathed in the bitter smell of dirt and rum. The Bride was extremely dirty, loud and everything else imaginable! A women chasing a man ran into me as I walked in. “Watch where your goin sweetheart!” She sarcastically yelled at me. I rolled my eyes and kept going. With people like that, that’s how fights get started here. There has hardly ever been a time when I have walked into here and their hasn’t been a fight. It’s on the rare occasion that I actually come here. I hated coming here. But it didn’t matter, I had to go in. I had to know. “Scarlette?” I called. “Scarlette?” I rolled my eyes, and sighed exasperated. It’s so hard to yell over everyone else yelling in this place. I looked over towards the back of the tavern and saw Scarlette talking to AnnaMaria. I walked over and tapped Scarlette on the shoulder. “Scarlette!”

“Maria!” She gave me a small hug.

“AnnaMaria!” I said nodding politely. AnnaMaria wasn’t exactly the hugging type.

Scarlette was about to walk away when I stopped her. “Scarlette, I need to ask you something.” I said quietly.

“Ask-a-way.” She replied while twirling her reddish locks. “You and Jack Sparrow used to be in love right?” I asked hesitantly. I thought this could be a dangerous question. You see, Jack and Scarlette, I thought used to be in love. Well, at least that’s what Jack told me. Scarlette is a strange women, she has flaming red hair and a low cut violet dress. She is an outrageous flirt and knows every man in Tortuga. She is not my favorite, or the most moral person, but she is one of my only friends in Tortuga. She looked surprised and proud of the question. “Yah, what man haven’t I loved?”

I smiled, she might be able to answer my question.

“Do you know where Jack is? I mean right now, I thought I’d ask you because you two knew eachother quite well.” I moved to the side, now a man chasing a women almost ran right into me. Scarlette looked around anxiously. “Come over here.” She whispered.

We walked over into a dark area in the back of the club where no one could really hear, nor see us.

“Find Gibbs.” She whispered quietly.

“Who?”

Scarlette sighed in frustration. “Gibbs, Jack’s first mate. He’ll know where Jack is.”

“Where can I find him?”

“Look see, he’s by the pig pen. Behind the Bride, wake him up and ask ‘em!” Scarlette walked away, without so much as another word. There was a door in the back of the Bride that led to outside. I walked out and looked around. It was difficult finding it, the only light outside is just one dimly lit lantern in the almost complete darkness of the evening. But, finally, I saw the pig pen. I walked over and looked at the poor, dirty man sleeping with the pigs. The first thought that came to my mind, was of the Prodigal Son parable from the Bible. I walked toward him and knelt down. I nudged him carefully trying my best to wake him. The stench of rum filled the air. My nose twitched. I’m not particularly fond of rum. Well, to be honest, I don’t really like Rum, I’ve never tried it. But it scares me.

“Mr. Gibbs?” I said calmly.

He woke up suddenly and looked around, I jumped back practically falling in the mud! Then he looked at me, rather surprised. “Maria Smith?”

“You know me ?” I backed up even further.

“Aye, your Commodore Smith’s daughter.”

I thought for moment, then a queer memory came to mind. Surprised, I stared at the man in front of me. “Wait, your Joshamee Gibbs! You worked with father and Lieutenant Norrington!” I exclaimed.

He started to laugh, his laugh was the same piraty laugh I remembered! His small beard and hair were covered in mud, along with the rest of him.

“My, how you’ve grown up Maria!”

He was always a sweet man, but right now, Will was all I could think about. “Thank you Mr. Gibbs, I would love to talk but I need to ask you something.”

“Aye, go ahead.”

“You know Jack Sparrow, so I’ve heard.” Mr. Gibbs’ eyes brightened. “He, he is my good friend. He read my diary, then something I wrote made him get up and leave. I don’t understand his odd behavior.

Mr. Gibbs chuckled. “Aye its Jack, you never know what can spark a flame in the mans mind.”

I nodded.

“Well, what was it that yah said?”

“I wrote a diary entry a couple of years ago, and I mentioned my dearest friend Will..”

He stopped me. “Strange enough for Jack. What was his last name?” Mr. Gibbs had a small canteen around his neck, he took a drink.

“Turner,” I said reluctantly. I didn’t like the fact that everyone wanted to know where he was or who he was, I know Will could probably manage on his own. And that I didn’t need me to worry about his safety. At least, that’s what I told myself.

Mr. Gibbs coughed and his drink flew out of his mouth, He jumped up quickly and stared at me straight in the eye. Almost like he was in disbelief! “William Turner?”

“You know him!” I sprung off my kneeling position. My heart was beating so fast, maybe he knew what was going on with Jack! Maybe he knows Will!

Mr. Gibbs mumbled something it sounded like the word bootstrap. “Mr. Gibbs,” I started to say, but then, he interrupted.

“The Pearl!” He exclaimed again. He stood up, nodded his head towards me, but at that the same time he wasn’t really looking at me. He was only looking at me out of the corner of his eye. Then, he nodded and walked away!

“Mr…..” I started to yell, but I couldn’t finish, he had already disappeared into the Bride. I ran inside the Bride, looking everyway, and he was no where to be seen. A man saw me and smiled at me somewhat flirty, so I rolled my eyes and went back into the alley. I had no time to deal with pirates. I started to walk up the alley to walk home. I was disappointed I couldn’t talk to Mr. Gibbs more about the subject. As much as I wanted to, I could not run after him, not at this time of night. Not if I wanted to make it back home, alive. At least I had two words. bootstrap, and the Pearl. .

I knew somehow, someday, I must go to Port Royal and ask questions. But I do most want to see Elizabeth, and with all my heart I want to see Will! I knew that I must find a way!

I looked around, looking to the left than the right. Then I looked next door. Literally, next door. Our neighbor’s house and our house are connected. Our doors are next to each other, and sometimes when I knock or walk up the stairs “too loud” they get very very angry and come barging out yelling at me in another language expecting me to understand. At first, it was quite frightening. I’m used to it now. They actually haven’t done it in a few weeks. But not taking any chances, I’ll do it quietly. So quietly, I knocked on my old wooden door four times. It hurts a little, because the knots in the wood are very hard and very painful to hit. But, it was my family’s way to show it was us, and not someone else. My Father opened the door. My mother, heard the door open and walked over, holding one white dirty rag in her hands she must of stopped doing the dishes to come to the door. Her face was completely serious. Not the usual smile she gives every day. I could tell she had been worrying.

“Maria, where were you?” Mother’s eyes sharpened in their glare and she grabbed my arm softly pulling me in. When I was in, I just stood by the door. They were upset with me, well, I would be upset with me if my daughter was gone forever in the most dangerous pirate port in the entire Caribbean. “We were about to call for the guard!” I walked in quietly looking down. “At the Bride.” I replied kind of quietly.

My Father closed the door, and turned to face me. Mother’s face looked rather shocked.

“Maria..” Mother started. She looked at Father.

“Maria, I don’t approve of you going to a tavern alone. Actually. I don’t approve of you going to a tavern at all.”

I am not the strongest of women, but Father has taught me how to sword fight some. He’s always thought it was so important, and I’ve learned it is, I’m not completely a victim. I’m thankful for all the years he’s been willing to teach me. I don’t know much, but I can defend myself. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t, but I can fend for myself.”

“You can fend for yourself, unless a crew of pirates decides otherwise. It is dangerous here, you are smarter than that. You know people get killed or worse, every day here.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to know something.” I closed my eyes. Will. Have I already put him in danger? Sadness captivated my mind, I tried not to focus on the negative feeling. Will is fine, he’s alright.

Father pointed down the hallway. Mother and Father followed. Mother always tried to brighten our hallway, but I think because Tortuga is such a dark and evil place, it almost seems that it wants to darken our house as well. The hallway does have some light, the couple candles that are on the side table on the side of the hallway. Mother is always saddened by the darkness, but she does an incredible job taking care of our home. Despite that Tortuga is also a very dirty port, Mother keeps our house clean and tidy. I don’t like the dark, but the hallway isn’t so dark. We are blessed we even have a hallway, and not a one room house. Our house is small, but not too small. I like it.

I started walking, Mother and Father followed. I knew they wanted me to go in the sitting, dining room. As I walked in, he motioned for me to sit down at our table. And so I sat. Meddling with my hands, I can’t keep them still. I’ve always had this problem, and it always bothered Dorinda. I cringed at the sound of saying her name.

I looked up at Father. He was not happy at all with me. His eyebrows downward, and eyes looking straight at mine, no where else.

“Well what did you want to know? Was it really something you were willing to risk you’re life for? Was it that important?”

Will’s life, is more important than mine, His life matters more to me, than mine ever could. Yes, importance is definitely it. I love him. “I’m not certain about that. But, I am certain it was important.”

Father raised his eyebrows and looked at me sternly. He stood standing, looking down at me. He wasn’t the least bit happy.

“Well, as you know, I saw Jack today.”

“Is that a good thing?” Father teased.

“Yes,” I giggled. “A very good thing. We’ve grown so close; he is practically my brother you know,”

“Yes. That’s what worries me.”

“Father!” I whined, still giggling.

“All right, continue.”

“Well, when he came unexpectedly, I was looking through my diary. Of course, being the Jack that he is, he was curious. So I let him look at it. When he saw the section about Will, after teasing me, he was asking questions.”

Father looked a little angrier. “And that led you to the Bride? Is Jack the reason for this?”

“Father no, well maybe. Well, everyone knows Jack here, especially the women. I know surprising as that is I thought if I asked questions, someone would give me answers.”

“And did you get you’re answers?”

“In a way, but, people seem to know who Will is. It makes me a scared for his safety.”

“Will isn’t the one walking around a tavern, in a pirate port, alone, at night.”

I remained quiet.

“Will can take care of himself. Rest assuredly on that.” His voice grew sterner. “But, I don’t want you doing it again, is that understood?”

-- Kay. this is all i'm putting on here, because i have not edited the rest of what i have so far. ...and really bad eggs. drink up me hearties yo ho.