Author's Note: A pirate story! Huzzah! Yeah, once I get good enough at this sort of thing I'm going to submit my first story to . A slash Jack/Will Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic. ::cheers for self then clears throat seeing as people reading don't seem at all amused:: Well…um… I had fun choosing the names for this story. You know me ::nervous laugh:: Picking the most perfect names, in my point of view. And um…forgive me if I get any information wrong, I'm not perfect… yet. ^_^

Dead Men Tell No Tales
Chapter One

The noonday sun was high on the horizon and beat down hard upon any under its harsh heat. We; meaning my crew and I, had just left our ship; the Pale Diamond, at the dock in this fine city.

And if you think 'Pale Diamond' is a sad name for a ship you would hardly believe what my sister wanted to name it. She herself wanted to name it the 'Looking Glass' I pointed out that the name she wanted given to my ship had no meaning whatsoever. So she continued with some 'Myriad' now, I myself thought this not such a bad title but then I figured it had nothing to do with treasure so she went ahead and agreed on the Pale Diamond, seeing as the diamond is her favorite trinket.

My sister and I are both from some sort of Latin descent, perhaps French. All I'm particularly aware of is that I can speak both languages fairly well along with common English, multi-talented I suppose you could say. Some background information on the two of us, first me seeing as I'm the one giving the orders here.

I reached the age of twenty-eight two to three months ago, perhaps even four. Being as sea for more then half the time can slightly skew your sense of time. The only thing I busy myself with is the fact that there are days; where I must command my crew of 26, and nights in which I must busy myself at the bar until I'm so green in the morning even the grass pales in comparison. I mean, at night my duties are solely to… rest and keep the morale of my allies up. Aye, indeed.

I tower above most of my crew members; not that I'm extremely tall, I reach 6'2" on a good day, and on a bad day around 2 feet seeing as on bad days I'm crawling my way over to the rails of the ship and throwing up my drink. It's not that I can't hold my liquor or that I'm easily seasick. I'm no landlubber [1], but you have to understand after staying a week on land and getting rid of my sea-legs; going back on my ship and then becoming so drunk that I see not two nor three of the person in front of me but four.

All right, Sometimes five.

Though I can't always remember everything too well.

I was once white as a ghost but now my skin has taken a nice, healthy bronze tan from all the time spent in the sunlight on board my ship. My ship. I am not able to disclose my weight, seeing as I don't see it fit for conversation, though what I can say is that I'm lean; average really. Not skinny and not bulky. My build is just right, in my point of view. But then again everything about me is perfect in my point of view so I suppose you can't trust my word on that.

Though I am a pirate so, are you sure you can trust anything I'm telling you?

But moving on I have long black hair, which my 'dear' baby sister braided into dozens of tiny little braids which I haven't had the time to take out-- and I believe they actually fit my look now. I have dark green eyes, which I keep out-lined with kohl. Somewhat like the Egyptians.

Now, my itty bitty baby sister who I take along on my voyages even if it is against the rules set down by Bartholomew. The code clearly says 'No women allowed on board', but I couldn't very well leave my sister at home as I went off to pillage and plunder villages, now could I? Plus, she's tomboy-ish enough to pass for a young boy. And one of the strange things is; though I've gotten used to it by now; is that she is more interested in girls then she is in guys. Just the opposite of me in fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I acted like a man I would swear that I should have been the girl and she the guy. But then again just the thought of being a female scares the hell out of me like no sea creature of myth ever could.

She herself is twenty-two years old. Wait … no… was it twenty-three? Yes I think it was twenty-three, young really but she is mature enough to take on responsibilities aboard my ship. She was fairly tall for a woman, 5'6", long legs, flat chest, athletic build, and her hands were much too callused for a woman. Dark brown hair cut short to just below her earlobes framed her pale face which was scattered lightly with freckles on her nose in cheeks seeing as she had the inability to tan; her right ear was pierced a number of times, and her left ear only pierced once, and she had light hazel-green eyes.

My name is Captain Vincent [2] Le'Lunae [3], Le'Lunae isn't my real last name of course, but it slides easily off the tongue and my sister had no problem with it. Her name is Valence [4] though everyone just calls her Vale, and of course goes by the same surname as I.

My ship, nothing special about it even though it is my life. It's a typical schooner [5], my first choice was to go with the brigantine [6] but alas my sister made the decision and told me if I bought the brigantine with the booty she helped earn. And of course I was unwilling to face her wrath and yielded to her desire, but in return I got to name it.

And now that you know what there is to know about my sister and I, I suppose we shall get back to the reason we stopped here.

Most people would be thinking, Oh! They're going to steal from the little town then burn it down, cackle, and sail on their merry way. Which would be the situation had we not been there for another reason this time.

You see, not too long ago two of our crew members died in some little trifle of a battle with some buccaneers [7] who were of a different branch then the Tortuga buccaneers. Our ship had just finished pillaging all there was from a Spanish trade ship and emptying it into our ship and were just about to split it among ourselves when out of the blue, the buccaneers filtered out onto our ship; ready for a battle. Saying that the loot was theirs. So of course we fought for it, we won but not without any losses on our side.

The loss being that poor Clarence and Galen had been killed. So now we needed a cook, lest we starve, and a sutler [8]/cabin boy. I still haven't a clue why those two were killed off, rest their souls. And of course I wanted to get a new blacksmith but that damned Joseph refused to die no matter how many severe wounds he would get. He was the only one that I didn't trust on my ship, he seemed to have some ulterior motives or something. I hated him with a fiery passion, and if my sister wasn't such good friends with him I'd maroon him on some deserted island where the chance of escaping wasn't even one in a billion.

Our blacksmith. The women found him handsome enough, fell in love with his 'kind' 'truthful' smile they said.

Well back to the task at hand, I had sent my sister off to go find someone good at cooking. And I had assigned Kian to find someone who could clean and organize my chambers; that in itself is the most difficult task given to someone. Especially since I was deprived of a cabin boy for the past week, during that time I have learned that I am messier then I originally thought I was.

I myself, was headed to the local tavern.

Why? You ask.

Well, there are a lot of reasons which I don't have time to list, but the first reason is…

Well…

…I suppose there is no real reason, maybe it's just because I got tired of staying on my ship for all that time.

Not that I don't love my ship more then anything I know.

It's just sometimes I wish things would be more adventurous, like they used to be back when I first became a pirate. When I had just gotten my crew. Not a very big one either, just around nine or ten people, and that was all I needed.

Perhaps all I really needed to do…was fire a couple people and then new things would start happening! Exciting things! Adventures full of curses and evil people, perhaps me finding out I have an evil twin brother! Or that Valence isn't my real sister. Something like that.

But more then anything I just hoped things would start picking up. Maybe the arrival of the two new people would stir things up a bit. Get us back on the track of pillaging, pilfering, and so on.

Of course, I wouldn't drink too much. I still had to get my ship out of port and start the journey again. You know how it is.

I never said I wasn't a liar.

To be continued in Chapter Two.

Well…if you read it you may as well review, eh? And if you now what pirates wore; despite the little online research I've done I can't really find a site dedicated to it. So, if any of you reading this know something then please e-mail me at or instant message me if you see me on AIM, my screen name is evlhellprincess. ^_^ Any help would be appreciated!

[1] Landlubber is pirate talk for 'a non sailor', but who didn't know that? ^^
[2] The name Vincent is a Latin name meaning 'Conquering'. It has always been one of my favorite names ^^.
[3] Le'Lunae. Pronunciation - Luh (sort of like Lou, a nasal sound)-Loon-A. ::giggle:: I was sort of just having fun with word play, the beginning of the name (Le) is actually the French word for 'The' (masculine form) and Luna is the Spanish word for Moon so I went ahead and added an E to the end to make it Loon-A instead of Loon-ah. So, the last name loosely translated is… "The Moon"
[4] Valence is sort of just a variation I made of the Latin name "Valencia" meaning 'The Strong'
[5] A schooner is a fast ship with a shallow draft, capable of up to 11 knots, could carry up to 75 crew and mounted 8 cannon and 4 swivel guns
[6] A brigantine was the choice of most pirate crews, it could mount 10 cannon and carry 100 crew.
[7] Pirates who resided in the Caribbean were called buccaneers.
[8] A sutler was someone who would sell some things of what the pirates had on their ship at town ports, etc.