The players

Jack Sparrow – a pirate captain and a smart man, with a taste for rum, long hair, long words and even longer plans

Elanor – a ship’s captain and a smart woman, with similar tastes - except that she’d rather have brandy

Ariadne – a ship’s ghost – well maybe – very smart but with no tastes at all

Calypso – a sea goddess with a weakness for pirates, a wicked sense of humour and no sense of fair play

The Lady – herself

Barbossa – a pirate captain and a hard man with a liking for big hats, and a fear of inescapable curses and impending doom

Various crew – all of whom who had been loved by their mothers but possibly no one since

A monkey

A parrot

The main characters

Jack
As far as possible this is canon Jack though I slip sometimes however hard I try.So this is not witty Jack or drunken Jack or lecherous Jack or tricky Jack or mad Jack but, within the scope of my abilities, all of them. As the writers said, a layered character.

Elanor
Yes, a female OC, but Jack's lover - no way! She might change her mind but hasn't shown signs of doing so yet. Beautiful, yes (but she has excuses) strong, most certainly (mentally and physically), kind, not particularly. Not a girl, somone probably close to Jack, (I'd put him at about 37 by the end of AWE given that he was probably dead for about a year and so not getting older), probably about twice Elazabeth's age at the start of it all. To get a picture of how I see Elanor take Norrington from CotBP add a greater and wider sense of humour, a lot more cynisisum and less certainty, restrict his belief in the law, duty and the line between good and evil; and now make him female. Then move the character on four hundred years with all the intervening social awareness. Now add a dash of Anamaria and you've got close to the Elanor I've tried to write.

Ariadne
To Jack and Gibbs she is Elanor's 'ghost', in fact she is the ships AI.

Calypso
Usually seen as Tia Dalma but with the extended consiousness that makes her the sea goddess of AWE. She would very much like to know what her confederate The Lady is up to.

The Lady
Ah the Lady, silent, beautiful, capricious and never named in any other way if you are wise. Usually seen with Calypso she is in many ways the driving force behind the series of events portrayed. Even Calypso dosen't understand her. Both Jack and Elanor appear to be members of that select band who are her beloveds.

Barbossa
Starts from the character we see at the end of AWE, and is rapidly going mad.

Voyage One or How it all started - Colliding worlds

At the end of AWE we see Jack sailing into the sunset in a dingy, from what we see as the shot opens out into the credits Jack is already out of harbour and headingtowards deep waters; the story starts at that point.

Though he doesn't know it Jack is heading for danger not least because Jack has not yet put aside the effects of the locker. Calypso who is watching him, knows this.

“Him wilt die.” Calypso said to her companion, her voice and face sad. “I did naat intend for that. Davy Jones has marked him bad and I am afeared that he will naat survive it, even though he escaped the locker.”

But though Calypso can not command the dnager Jack ois heading to she has an ally who has her own reasons for wanting to take a hand.

“What say you Lady, shall we preserve witty Jack?”

There was a moment of silence, contemplation maybe, then the Lady inclined her head and looked out towards the little boat with its brave and tiny flag. She moved to stand with Calypso at its prow, watching the weary, dark eyed man closely as he struggled with his unwelcome thoughts. Slowly and thoughtfully she stepped down onto the planks and moved closer to him, staring down into black lined eyes that were suddenly lost and sad.

The Lady cast one long look back towards the now silent Calypso, as if making an agreement, and then she spread her fan, tilted her head back towards Jack Sparrow, and smiled.

On another sea in another time and place another, and much bigger ship is heading for a similar danger, that ship is the Dawn Chaser and crewed by a single person, Elanor Cavendish, who is also of interest to the Lady. As the two vessels close on the threat she exerts her influence and two seperate worlds collide with a bang that gives Jack a bad headache, though it could have been worse.

Calypso watched the vessels as they moved towards one another with a smile on her mouth and in her eyes. Give the Lady her due she could be very creative, this was not a course that would have occurred to her to plot but it achieved their ends admirably, and she could see yet other potential within it. She nodded her approval as she watched as the curtain she could not touch was drawn aside and as the strange ship and her still stranger crew tore through the gateway. Many a lesson might be taught, and much fun might yet be had, with witty Jack and this collision of worlds. So she smoothed the waves and timed the swell to keep his little boat from the worst of the impact with the monster that had just appeared.

Elanor aware that she has just smashed a boat pulls Jack on board and begind to try and discover who he is and where he came from, unaware that she a long way from where she thinks she is. His dress and effects worry her but matters get much worse when she tries to discover where it was that he might have come from.

who on earth would choose to be alone in these waters only armed with weapons that any museum would pay a high price for? Almost certainly no one who had a better choice. He was on the edge of deep water here, and that was risky for a man alone and in such a small boat. Either he was a very accomplished sailor, more than usually intrepid or a very desperate man. None of them options that made her feel easier about having him on board

Meanwhile Barbossa has discovered the loss of the chart and turned back towards Tortuga to try and recover Jack, only to discover that the bird has flown leaving him in a more precarious position than he had known for a long time. With the intention of recovering the chart he heads off in the direction that he believes Jack must have taken only to find the wreckage of the dingy and faces the threat of mutiny from his crew. With some effort he persuades them that Jack wont be dead but that he will have been rescued.
"Don't be a fool," Barbossa responded, his hand going to his sword hilt as a matter of reflex, "Sparrow is nay so easy to kill."
He looked around him with distain, the thought that had been rattling around in his brain for the last day suddenly falling still and clear, bitterly clear.
"She'll not let him die, not yet. She isn't finished with us. None of us."
The men drew back a little at that, many sending quick and fearful glances at the calm sea surrounding them. None of them doubted who the 'she ' he spoke of was.

Jack isn't that happy when he wakes up in a strange, though very comfortable bed minus his clothes and with no knowledge of how he got there.

The touch of the sheet was nice, soft and clinging, stroking almost, but it was stroking too much flesh. No breeches. He moved a little more, and then he froze in another sudden realisation, no shirt, no breeches, no clothes. Naked, he was naked. Oh. With a head like this that was probably not good.

He listened to the story of the movement of the bunk for a moment then squinted up at the smooth white bulkhead above him, expensive ship.
No clothes. No memory of how he came to be on the expensive ship without said clothes.
Bugger, what had he got himself into this time.

As Jack wakes up so Elanor discovers she isn't where she thinks she is and decides to ask him about it, taking him by surprise.

"Who are you?" he heard his own voice demand.
The woman in the doorway, and there was no doubt that she was a woman despite the man's clothing, took a step back from the threshold, her hands dropping to her belt in manner he recognised only too well, though he couldn't see her pistol. She smiled slightly, one eyebrow flicking for a second as her eyes darted over him before coming back to meet his own,
"Like minds and all that, it seems," she drawled, "and there was I hoping to ask you the same question.

Jack assumes he is her prisoner and acts accordingly while Elanor unaware of his expectations is racked with guilt, yet still wary about someone she recognises as a threat. They are at ultimate cross purposes, each trying to understand the other without giving too much advantage to the other.

Still no need to be hostile just, yet if knowing her name made him feel safer why not, it was obvious he knew nothing of who she was. But then nor was there any reason to surrender the advantage, she crossed her arms again and stared him down,
“I went first last time Captain Sparrow, your turn now.” He voice left no room for argument.
He watched her for a long moment then inclined his head graciously,
“So you did.” He looked at her steadily, “Jack, my name is Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow.”
He said it almost defiantely as if he was afraid it might mean something to her.

Still uneasy about Jack Elanor locks him in the cabin and searches his clothes looking for clues to why he was where he was, and in doing so makes some even more suprising discoveries; not least an ancient chart and a compas that doesnt point north. These matters she raises with him while providing him with a meal - one she has drugged. Jack meanwhile finds the clothing she provides for him rather odd and doesn't understand why she continues to talk to him herself rather than leaving him to the mercies of her crew. The real shocks start when she introduces him to the washing facilities.

Jack gave that some more thought, it was true that the rich tended to be cleaner than the poor for it was easier to be clean when you have servants to draw heat and bring the water. But a room where the water ran without servants? Well that was something altogether different, and if true then this ship was more strange than he had so far realised. On the Pearl washing, for those so inclined, meant the rain or the sea; fresh water was far too precious to be wasted in such a way. If that was not the case here then Captain Cavendish was rich indeed, and more than rich, for not even the British Navy in its might could afford to pour fresh water over its captain's. Much less hot water.

Whoever and whaever she is Jack of course wishes to hide as much as he can, particularaly about the chart but he discovers, to his regret, that Captain Cavendish is less gullible than many.

“Indeed. Then I can only assume you are not much of a sailor Captain Sparrow,”
She laid emphasis on his title in a way that sent his blood pounding, suddenly knowing that he had just been wrong footed. He swore silently again but looked back at her wide eyed and innocent,
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