Pirates of the Caribbean: Uncharted Territories

Title: Pirates of the Caribbean: Uncharted Territories

Part: 1/?

Author: Line

Wordcount: This part – 2183. Overall – 55000 +

Rating: G for this part, NC-17 overall.

Characters: Jack Sparrow, James Norrington, OFC, Gibbs, OCs.

Genre: Het.

Summary: A young lady runs away from an arranged marriage, ends up joining the crew of The Black Pearl, and soon realizes this isn’t just your average pirates, especially the crazy captain Jack Sparrow.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of the POTC franchise. I’m not making any money on this. This is written solely for entertainment.

Notes: Not Beta’d. All mistakes are mine. Also this is my version of what happens after AWE. Very very loosely based on the few spoilers I’ve read about the upcoming movie.

Feedback: Yes please. Con-crit is always welcome. Flames will be laughed at or ignored. :-)

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Chapter 1

Lise Thomsen had had another long and tiresome day. Her feet were dragging as she made her way through the back alleys of Fort Christian. She just wanted to go home, cook the dinner her father was expecting and then tumble face first into here bed. Well, calling it a bed would perhaps be giving the infernal thing too much credit, she thought sourly. In reality it wasn’t much more than a pile of straw covered in some coarse cloth, dumped in the corner of the kitchen near the fireplace, but not too near of course, lest it catch on fire.

When she reached the cottage where she lived with her father, she was surprised to hear voices coming from inside. I didn’t know father was expecting company this evening, she thought, as she approached the door. Just as she was about to open it she could suddenly make out what was being said.


"So we have an agreement then? You get my daughter’s hand in marriage and my debts with your brother will be settled?"

Marriage? To whom? Lise snuck around the cottage to see if she could find a window where she would be able to see who her father was talking to. When she found a window where she would be able to see who her father was talking to she was shocked to find it was Governor Esmit’s brother, Adolph. He was a vile man, and if father thought she was just going to accept him using her as a way to get out of his debt, he would be sorely mistaken. But how could she avoid it? Really, the only way was to somehow escape from Saint Thomas. She would have to think on it.

She walked back to the door and walked inside. She would have to pretend she did not know of her father’s plans for her. She could not let them know she was not going to just go along with this willingly.

"Ah Lise, there you are. I have some wonderful news for you. Mr Esmit here has asked me for your hand in marriage, and I have accepted! Isn’t that wonderful?" her father asked. He looked at her pleadingly, begging her to behave and be polite. Lise looked at Mr. Esmit and saw the way he was ogling her.

" Wonderful, yes…" She replied, "but why would a well to do man such as you, sir, want to marry a lowly seamstress?" Lise asked. Mr. Esmits smile widened and Lise had to suppress a shudder. The man really was a vile creature.

" A lowly seamstress you may be, but I’m sure you have many other…talents that I will find benificial." Adolph answered letting his eyes rake over Lise’s body. Lise decided then and there that the sooner she could get away from this place, the better. She lowered her eyes, seemingly out of politeness, and mumbled softly,
"I should get started on dinner." She moved past the two men, toward the kitchen and started peeling vegetables to put in the stew.

"Would you like to join us Mr. Esmit?" Jacob Thomsen asked.

Mr. Esmit chuckled and said,

"No, I think I will join my dear brother for dinner this evening. After all, I have some wonderful news to announce." He shook Mr. Thomsen’s hand and then Lise, who had her back turned, felt him move closer to her.

She felt chills run down her spine as she felt his breath hit the back of her neck.

"Till we meet again, dear Lise." He whispered in her ear, and then she heard his heavy footsteps move out of the house.

* * *

Silence reigned all through dinner in the Thomsen cottage. Jacob, having clearly made what he thought was a brilliant decision, didn’t really feel there was anything to say. He just wanted to eat his dinner and then leave to go to the nearest Tavern.

Lise on the other hand, had plenty of things she wanted to say to her father, but she didn’t know where to begin.She was well aware that her father did not harbour the same feelings for her, that most fathers did. In fact, she knew that he blamed her for her mother’s death, but she had never thought that he would use her as just another commodity to be traded. She also knew that his feelings had grown colder the older she got, as that meant she looked more and more like her mother.

Finally she couldn’t take the silence anymore,
"Is that really all I am to you?" was the first thing that flew out of her mouth, when the table had been cleared and her father was getting ready to leave.

"What?" He asked, looking at her.

"Am I just some possession you can trade or sell as you see fit? Do you not regard me as your daughter at all?" She asked as tears were threatening to spill down her cheeks.

"Don’t be ridiculous," Jacob answered with a sneer, "Of course you’re my daughter, and as such, I can do with you as I see fit."


"And you see fit to marry me off to a man who has a reputation for mistreating every person he comes in contact with?" She couldn’t believe her father was really that heartless.

"Listen to me girl," he said, turning around to stare into her eyes, "You will marry mr. Esmit, and you will do whatever he wants of you, and that is final." As soon as the last word had left his mouth, he turned around and stalked out of the door.

* * *

Lise stood for a few minutes looking at the space her father had just occupied. She was surprised to feel shocked that her father had so little regard for her feelings. Shaking her head, she began clearing the table, when it suddenly hit her that now was the perfect time to try and get away. She had accepted that it was no use talking to her father, so the only option was to simply disappear.

Lise found a sack and started throwing her few posessions into it. There were only a few dresses, one pair of shoes and a comb. Then she found another smaller sack, where she threw in a loaf of bread, some fruit and a bottle of rum.


Finally, she looked around the cottage that had been her home for the past few years, sadness filling her as she realized she would probably never see it again. As horrible as it had been, to live with her father, she had grown to love this cottage and especially the little garden where she grew her own vegetables.

With the few coins she had earned today in her pocket, she grabbed her sacks and ran out the door toward the docks. She would try to find passage on a ship. She didn’t even care where it was going, just as long as it took her away from Saint Thomas and Mr. Esmit.

* * *

Gibbs was standing on the docks overseeing the loading of provisions. It was slow going. The entire crew, except for the skeleton crew, had been having a bit too much fun at the tavern last night. There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t huffing and puffing and sweating profusely. Even Cotton’s parrot seemed a little worse for wear.

To make matters worse, he hadn’t seen Jack at all this morning. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen him since last night when he went upstairs with one of the ladies at the tavern. Gibbs didn’t like it when Jack dissappeared. It had happened one too many times and it never boded well for the crew of The Pearl. What if Jack didn’t show up? Gibbs had been told to have The Pearl ready to set sail come noon, and there wasn’t much time left.

"I wonder if we should keep to the code?" he wondered aloud. He dug out his flask from somewhere on his person and lifted it to take a drink. Nothing came out except for a single drop of rum. He frowned, shaking the flask a little, but it seemed it was empty.

"Blast!" He grumpled, turning around to find something else to drink.

When he didn’t find anything drinkable, by his standards anyway, within his reach, he decided to go further down the docks to where he knew there were still a few cases of rum that was yet to be loaded unto The Pearl. He was sure to find something to fill his flask there.

He had just reached into the first crate when he heard a ruckus nearby.

"Please sir, I know it isn’t much, but I’m willing to work to pay off the rest. I really need to leave Saint Thomas." A girl was begging the captain of one of the other ships.

"I told ye already girl, I have no need for a woman aboard me ship, now be on yer way!" the captain said in a harsh tone before shoving the girl hard enoguh to make her fall.

Gibbs watched as the girl, tears rolling down her cheeks, gathered the things she had dropped and got to her feet, a dejected look on her face. She started moving in his direction, her head hanging low, and Gibbs, for some unfathomable reason took pity on the girl. Whatever the reason for her needing to get off this island, it was clear she was desperate.

Just as she was about to pass him, he reached out a hand to stop her.

"Hold up there miss." He said as he grabbed her. She stopped and looked up at him, her eyes red rimmed from crying, and her cheek a flaming red from where someone had obviously struck her. As much as Gibbs didn’t like having women aboard The Pearl, he still didn’t like seeing someone treated the way she had been.


"I…I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to be in your way." She practically whispered as she hung her head.

"You’re not in me way, lass. I was simply wanting to be offering ye to travel with meself and the crew of the Pearl. I heard your…discussion with the other capt’n an I figured I’d extend you the offer." Gibbs said as he smiled kindly to her.

"But I can’t pay very much," she said, digging a few coins out of her pocket, "This is all I have."

Gibbs looked at the coins before saying,
"Aye, it isn’t much, to be sure, but you also offered the capt’n to work for ‘im. Now, you bein’ a woman, I figure you know how to sow." He looked at her for confirmation.

"Yes, I’m a seamstress." She said, the beginning of a smile starting to grow on her lips.

"An’ I figure you know how to cook?"

"I’ve cooked for my father every day for the past 12 years." She said.

"Right, and seein’ as we don’t have a cook on the crew at the moment, and we can always use some extra hands to mend the sails, I say we can use someone like you, and you can keep your coins." This time, when he looked at her, she was smiling brightly at him, and it was clear a huge weight had just been liftet from her shoulders.

"Thank you sir! I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along. No one else has been willing to help me."

Gibbs smiled back and said,
"Yes, well, it’s not all said and done just yet. We still need to get permission from the Capt’n. If only that scallywag would return to his ship." The last part was said more to himself than her.

"But…I thought you were the Captain?" She asked with a frown.
"No, I’m his first mate, but I’ve got some sway with ‘im, see? So I don’t imagine it will take much to convince ‘im to let you join ‘is crew." Gibbs winked at her, but she still didn’t look too sure.


"Well…alright then. Which ship is it? And is there something I can do to help you get ready to make sail?" She asked looking around at all the ships in the harbour.

"It’s the one right there." He pointed out toward the ship anchored by the end of the pier. "The Black Pearl. The fastest ship in the Caribbean, perhaps even the world. You can help the crew get the rest of the provisions stored. We should be done soon and then we’ll leave."

The girl nodded and grabbed her sacks, walking toward the rest of the crew, who were busy loading up the final few crates.


Gibbs looked after her, realizing he hadn’t yet learned her name, but he shrugged and turned back to the one bottle of rum he had been able to get his hands on before Cotton and Marty had taken the crate away. Now, if only Jack, that bloody pirate, would return so he could tell him about their newest crewmember.