Author's note: This came to me in a dream and I just had to write it down. Slightly new to fanfic, i appreciate any advice/constructive criticism/ect. is always welcomed. Please read review and enjoy!

P.S. I (sadly) do not own Jack or POTC. (Unfortunately.)

Chapter One- Beginning

"Take this Sadie-Luv," my grandmother whispered hoarsely putting the necklace around my neck. "Keep it safe, follow your heart, and you'll embark on your destiny."

Those were the last words I heard my beloved Grandmother say before her hands slid from my neck, life leaving her old, frail body. Tears streaked my face as I turned at the sound of the door behind me opening.

"Miss Morgan," said my grandmother's lawyer. "The late has left her possessions to you, her only surviving family and soul heir."

This I knew already. There was no one left. Just her and Grandmother, and even she was gone now. Aw Grandmama I sighed, fresh tears leaking from my eyes. My sweet Grandmama.

"There are a few things she wished for me to give you directly, however," the lawyer said, breaking my inner turmoil.

"What such things?" I asked, fingering the charm-adorned chain around my neck.

"They involve the necklace, and that is all I was ever told," replied the lawyer. "If you'd follow me please," he said gesturing towards the still open door.

Taking one last look at my beloved Grandmama I leaned over, placing a light kiss on her cheek, "I shall miss you," I whispered a single tear making it's way down my face and I turned, standing up from her bed, following the lawyer out the door.

He led me to my grandmother's library where her closed the door and walked to the desk in the center of the book lined room. On top of the dark, very distressed, antique wood desk was an even darker, even more distressed wooden box. No, not quite a box. More like a chest. A treasure chest my mind mused thinking of Grandmama's pirate tails that were always told while she tucked me in at night.

"And that my Sadie-luv is how the Black Pearl rose once again from the depths of the sea, to sail again across the waves," Grandmama said tucking the blanket close around me. "Now deary, it is time to sleep and dream," she said kissing my forehead before she rose from my bed and towards the door.

Her hand reached for the light switch, but I stopped her, "Grandmama?"

"Yes, luv," she asked facing me once more.

"Someday, I want to become a pirate," I stated seriously. Well, as serious as my eight-year-old self could possibly be.

A small smile appeared on Grandmama's face before she whispered, "Someday my little Sadie-luv. Someday."

"Miss Morgan?"

The lawyer's voice broke my thoughts once more. "Yes? Sorry. It's been a very trying day," I muttered.

"That it has," the lawyer looked solemnly down at his hands. "But," he started, his head coming up to look at me again, "As I said, your Grandmother wanted me to give this to you directly and immediately upon the time of her death." He gestured towards the chest on the desk. "It's locked. Only you are allowed to open it and see it's contents."
"Well where is the key?" I asked looking around the desk, where the key must be.

"On the necklace I see you received," he said eying the charms. "Now, I'll leave you to your things. All legal matters of the estate and accounts have been handled. The estate and your Grandmother's multimillion dollar fortune are all now in your name and possession."

And with that he left the room.

I walked to the window behind the desk, looking out over the vast property to the waves hitting the sand shore, just across the lawn. "We Morgans have always lived with the sea," the whispering voice of my Grandmother floating through my thoughts. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the lawyer exiting the house and getting in his car, finally leaving me alone.

I turned to look at the chest, fingering the key-charm on the necklace. I waled to the desk, placing my hand lightly atop the chest. Placing the key in the lock, I twisted it, hearing a click then lifted the lid.

Inside was a folded piece of worn parchment...parchment?...a compass, a book, and an envelope with my name on it. I lifted the envelope, sliding my thumb beneath the seal, opening it carefully and pulling out a folded piece of heavy paper. Unfolding my Grandmother's stationary, I began to read:

My Dearest Sadie-luv.

You've always bee told of the sea. Of pirates, adventures, treasure, The Black Pearl. You once told me that someday you wished to become a pirate. My darling Sadie-luv, you're about to get your wish. You luv are part of an old pirate prophecy, one I'm sure you remember from the bedtime stories I told you every night. All you will need to know is inside the book and inside your memory and heart. Someone will soon arrive, and they'll change your life forever. Do not be frightened child. The compass will point you to your destiny."

I'll always love you my little Sadie-luv,

Grandmama

Tears of sadness and confusion stung my eyes as i folded the letter back up, placing it in the envelope once more. I picked up the compass, inspecting it. Old, close-cased, green lined with gold, nothing particularly striking about it. The compass will point you to your destiny. I opened the lid of the compass only to find the needle spinning wildly. "A broken compass is going to lead me to my destiny?" I sighed, more confused and depressed than before. I set the still open compass on the desk ad plopped down into the chair behind me.

"Oh Grandmama, what does all this mean? I don't understand," I whispered aloud leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

Thats when I heard it. The sudden sound of hard, angry waves rushing the shore. Opening my eyes, I turned in the chair, looking out the window again. But this time the scenery was different. The bright blue sky had been replaced with a deep, swirling gray-black, the sea churning and whirling beneath it. A bolt of lightening struck the surface of the water, mere feet from the private dock. I jumped from the chair, rushing to the window in shock, hoping nothing had been destroyed the sudden storm. As I watched the wind pulling the waves, shaking the dock, something began to rise out of the water.

"What the..." I blinked, rubbing my eyes as a long wooden pole continued to rise from under the surface of the water. Soon, sails, sails?...appeared. A mast. A mast? A ship? Rising out of the sea? How is this possible?

More and more of the ship appeared from the deep until finally it stopped rising. I waited for something, anything to happen. but nothing did.

Startlingly, the black clouds began to recede, the sun shining once again, the sea calming, the waves slightly lapping the shore once more.

But still nothing happened.

Gathering all the courage I could muster I left the library, exited the house and headed across the lawn to the dock. A boarding plank rested between the mysterious ship and the dock. I hesitated at the bottom of the plank, looking up at the ship. The dark, worn wood, weathered by the sea gave the ship a foreboding but somehow beautiful appearance. The sails were black, patched in some places. I took a tentative step forward up the plank and onto the deck of the ship. Taking a look around it appeared to be deserted. I gazed at the mast, rising high above the deck, amazed, confused, in pure awe at what I was seeing.

"A pirate ship," I whispered. the realization dawned on me suddenly.

"Ye there! What be ye lass doin' on me ship?"

I yelped and spun around. There standing at the helm was a man. His eyes looked like two pieces of shiny black coal. His face framed by black dreadlocks, he was wearing, well best described as pirate clothes; boots, breeches, loose white shirt, slightly open at the chest, and a hat.

"I'll ask ye again lass. What be ye're business on me ship?" he said again in a slurring voice

"I...I..." I blinked, unable to form a response.

"Aye, Aye? Not the answer I be lookin' for lass," the strange mas said, his hands waving delicately through the air as he walked down the steps to the deck, where he came to a stop a few feet from me.

"How 'bout we start with ye name," he asked smirking mischievously.

"Sadie. My name is Sadie Morgan," I replied finding my voice.

"Ah, well Miss Morgan ye happen to be standing on the deck of me Pearl with no explanation. Unless ye do have an explanation with which ye have yet to share. Which leads me to be inclined to assume you have no explanation at all."

My head spun with confusion, trying to decipher what he said when a realization hit me. "YOUR Pearl? As in the Black Pearl?" I asked.

"Aye. This be me ship the Black Pearl and I be the Captain Jack Sparrow," he grinned waving his hands and bowing slightly before me.

"The Black Pearl? The Black Pearl that sailed to World's End and back?" I asked trying to understand what I was hearing.

"Aye luv. The very ship. Now if you'd be so kind as to tell me why ye be on my ship?" he smirked at me again, sending shivers down my spine.

"The prophecy," I whispered, nearly breathless.

"A prophecy? Well now this is an interesting turn of events," smiled the Captain. "And just what sort of prophecy would this here on be?" He took a few steps towards me, taking in my appearance. His eyes grazed my ballet-flat clad feet, up my dark wash skinny jeans, to my white peasant top. He stopped when his eyes caught my necklace.

"Now where did ye get that luv," he eyed it, disbelief written across his face.

"My Grandmother before she passed away this afternoon," my heart sank low at the memory of her. Oh Grandmama.

"And did said Grandmother give ya anything else," Captain Jack asked leaning closer towards me. "A map perhaps?"

"I...I'm not sure. The chest contained a book, a folded piece of paper, and a broken compass. I suppose the paper...parchment really, could be a map," I pondered. the apprehension and fear I had felt moments before was being replaced with curiosity by his intense gaze.

"A broken compass?" his eyes widened. "I must see this chest you speak of." He turned and then stopped and turned back to face me, a confused but intrigued look in his face.

"Miss Morgan, if you'd be so kind as to bring said chest to the Pearl, I have some duties I must attend to due to this current situation." And he turned back up the stairs and through a door leaving her still on the desk alone again.

Before my brain registered it, I was racing back to the house for the chest. The original fear had completely left me. A pirate! A real pirate, and a rather handsome one at that is on a ship, a pirate ship, the Black Pearl, docked at my dock, asking about a map!

"Oh Grandmama, you were right!" I thought excitedly. Someday Sadie-luv. Someday.

Today is that someday.

I grabbed the chest, the reached for the compass that sat, still open on the desk. The needle had stopped spinning and was pointing at the Black Pearl through the window. Thinking this odd I grabbed it and walked back to the ship determined to find some answers and begin this adventure towards my destiny.

No one was on deck when I stepped back on board, so tentatively I walked up the stairs to the door Captain Sparrow had walked through. I adjusted the chest in my arms and raised my hand to knock when the door swung open, and the Captain collided with my body, knocking us both to the floor, him grabbing my waist and turning to take the brunt of the fall, cushioning my landing on top of him.

He eyed me suggestively, 'Luv, ye're strange attire is highly inappropriate for a lass such as yourself."

Huffing, I got off him and stared. "Strange attire! Tell me Captain Sparrow what makes my attire strange and not yours? And how in any way, is it inappropriate?" Then it hit me. He's not from this time...this world. He looked falsely shocked by my outburst, a strange glint in his eyes that I couldn't place.

"I apologize," I started, looking at him intently. "You aren't familiar with the customs of this...this world."
"Aye. That I am not," he replied that mischievous smirk appearing again. "But I must say, it is visually pleasing. I never seen clothing fit that closely to a woman's figure before."

I blushed. "A charming pirate. Just my luck," I thought half sarcastic. To stand my ground, I curled my lips into a suggestive smile I learned almost always got me what I wanted out of men. "Captain Sparrow," I started sweetly looking up at him through my eyelashes. "Shouldn't we be discussing this prophecy that seems to have brought us together?"

I swore I saw a flash of surprise cross his face, but it quickly vanished when someone said, "Cap'in, the crew be concerned we be lost," a stout gray bearded man said taking a swig from a flask.

"Aye Master Gibbs. We're lost. But we aren't lost," the Captain said gesturing around with his hands, something he seemed to do often. Wonder what else he does with those hands. STOP IT! I mentally kicked myself. Focus Sadie. Focus.

"How can we be lost if we ain't?" Master Gibbs asked confused, but obviously used to the Captain's unusual manner of speaking.

"Because Master Gibbs, I don't know were we currently are, but Miss Morgan here does and is in possession of information regarding where we are going."

The man, Master Gibbs, eyed me up and down worriedly. "Aye Cap'in," he nodded his eyes never leaving me as he backed away from Jack and I.

After he had gone, Jack gestured to the Captain's Quarters, where she entered and he closed the door.

He sat behind a desk covered in papers, maps, and empty bottles of what could be for nothing other than rum, judging by the smell of the room. Man, sea, and rum. An intoxicating scent.

"Tell me Miss Morgan, about the aforementioned prophecy," he said eying me intently. That smirk, that smirk was completely unique to his face was present again.

"It's a long story," definitely not the bedtime story I always believed.

"Aye, but it appears that we seem to have that time," he leaned forward resting his chin atop his hands, propped on the desk by this elbows.

"It's no more than a bedtime story my Grandmama told me as a girl," I sighed gripping to some form of reality. In a few moments I would wake up in my bed, this all being a dream. I pinched myself on the arm, surprised that it not only hurt but that the room around me was still that of a pirate ship. The Black Pearl.

"Aye well luv, as you can see some bedtime stories have an air of truth 'bout them," his eyes glinting curiously. "Now Miss Morgan, if you'd please continue."