Okay, I don't usually do film fanfics, writing or reading, but I just saw At World's End and my inner sparrabeth shipper is screaming to come out.

Not much sparrabeth in this chapter, but much to follow.

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It's my thirteenth birthday today, and I'm on the run. Unlike my parents, I'm no pirate. I could never see myself spending so much of my time aboard a ship, and I definitely could never kill a man, even in the heat of battle. I was supposed to be a blacksmith, like me father had been before me, but now, I doubt that I'll live to see that happen.

Two days ago, men, perhaps pirates, I couldn't tell, burst into our home. They destroyed everything they could find, and bound my mother to a chair. Then they came looking for me.

I'd been out at the time, just walking along the streets, with no clear path in mind. I knew the town well, for I had lived there since birth, and I've only left it once, three years ago, to visit my father at sea. It was a small town, with only the bare necessities in it. My mother used to tell me that we would never be found, unless someone knew exactly where to look for us. She seemed comforted by that, for reasons she never explained to me.

I never remember seeing a pirate before yesterday, but I'd seen one of their ships when I was eleven, and standing at one end of the docks. It had been a large, magnificent specimen, with black sails billowing in the wind. It was moored a long way off, but I could make out small figures on it, standing and staring to land. I watched them for the longest time, while everyday life went on around me. Eventually, a parrot swooped down from the skies, blue and yellow in colour, screeching to me.

"Walk the plank; Walk the plank" I still remember its words now, and how it had made me giggle in my youth, as I stood, captivated by its glorious colours, and marvelling at this, new, exotic creature that was overhead. Eventually, it flew back to its ship. Probably to its owner, and it was only when I watched it go, I noticed a small rowing boat in the water, with one man inside it, heading back towards the ship.

I fled home at that point, eager to tell my mother of my first dealings a parrot. I was amazed to see her in tears when I burst through the door, and I begged her to tell me what had reduced her to this. My mother had always been so strong, because despite my father's abscence, she never blamed him. When I was much younger, and asked too many questions about him, she only told me that he had a duty to do, and that he would return when he was able to.

When I grew slightly older, she told me fantastical tales of their times together when they were young, and I admired him for his daring, reckless ways. I was almost disappointed when she'd told me he'd grown to be a blacksmith. However, it seems she reserved the best tales for last. A few months before I was due to meet him for the very first time; she spoke of her kidnap by ferocious, skeletal pirates, who tried to sacrifice her to save themselves from an ancient, Aztec curse. She described her journeys all over the Caribbean and beyond; the sights she saw, and the people she met. Captain Barbossa, Gibbs, Jack the monkey, Marty, Cotton, and of course, Captain Jack Sparrow. She talked about the last with more emotion than she ever used with any others, be it at times disgust, but mostly with a fondness as she described the numerous times he'd saved her, and my Father.

So now, with her captured and my Father out at sea, ferrying lost souls to the afterlife, I didn't know who else to turn to but him. I didn't know where he was, or even what he looked like, but I had a name, and I was determined to not rest until I tracked him down, and asked him to save my mother one final time.

I stowed away on a ship heading for Tortuga, and after vomiting numerous times, I vehemently decided that sailing was not for me. Upon arrival, I asked the first woman I saw if she knew where the captain would be. She gave me a sour look and pointed me in the direction of a tall building with lights shining brightly through the windows.

As soon as I went in, an array of sights, sounds and smells bombarded my senses. The stench of the place was unbearable, as sailors washed down their sorrows with glass after glass of rum. Astonishingly, one man managed to tear himself away from the foul drink to notice me, and he stood up slowly and walked towards me.

"Come on lad, this is no place for a boy like you." He placed a firm, but gentle hand on my shoulder and steered me towards the doorway.

"But, I have to... to find…" I stuttered in my urgency, "Captain Jack Sparrow. Do you know where he is?"

"Jack? That depends on who's looking for him."

"I need his help." I could feel the pain and the tears growing inside me, and I didn't know whether to cry or to scream. I wanted to explain so much to this stranger, but I couldn't quite force anymore words from my mouth. So he looked at me awkwardly, and he told me to wait outside, and he'd get him.

That was half an hour ago, and no one has emerged since. However, just as I contemplatie returning inside, the door creaks open and the original man is there, framed in the doorway. He turns his head slowly and inclines it towards me, before stepping forward, and revealing Sparrow to me.

He is exactly as my mother described him, with long dreadlocks hanging across his face and a hat perched on his head. His darkened eyes peer at me through the night

"Master Gibbs, you promised there would be more rum"

"Sorry Jack but I…" I cut him off in my excitement

"Gibbs? My mother speaks of you all frequently!"

"Seems like this is your problem, not mine." The captain turns away from us and I blurt out excitedly

"She speaks of you too Sir."

"Who exactly are you?" Sparrow asks cautiously

"My names William. I'm William…" he cuts me off before I can say the surname

"Lizzy's kid?" I try to fight the shock at hearing my mother referred to like that. Everyone but my Father always calls her Mrs Turner, or at the most familiar, Elizabeth. 'Lizzy' just seemed so un-mother like. I nod once

"Why are you here?" Gibbs asks, and suddenly the whole sorry tale flows from me. Finally, Jack speaks for the first time since uttering my mother's name

"And what do you expect me to do about it?" I'm speechless. I've travelled for two days to find this man. He must help me.

"You're Captain Jack Sparrow!"

"You're not telling me anything new here, kid."

"She said you always saved her."

"She said that?" he seems to be wavering, so I press the point

"You're her hero. You always saved her and father." A sour look appears on his face

"And why doesn't 'father' rush to the courageous rescue?"

"I don't know where he is, and even if I did…"

"He can't set foot on land." Gibbs remembers, "Not for another four or five years yet"

"Six" I correct automatically.

"You met your old man then?" Jack asks, sounding curious. I nod again, and he continues, "He everything you ever imagined?"

"I… thought he'd be… I don't know. Different."

"And what about me?"

"You're exactly like she said you were." He smiles, revealing several gold teeth sparkling within the cavern of his mouth, "Please, sir. Once upon a time, you were friends with her, and my father, weren't you?"

"Look, kid. Even if I do say yes, how the hell do you expect me to find her?"

"You're Captain Jack Sparrow" I remind him, giving him my best admiring look. He exchanges a look with his first mate, and sighs,

"Damn right I am."

"Is that a yes, Captain?" Gibbs asks. Sparrow hesitates, and I'm almost sure he'll say no, and head back to his women and alcohol. However he nods once, final and authorative .

"Tell the men we set sail at dawn. Oh, and make up a bed somewhere for young Master Turner."


Sparrabeth will follow shortly.

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