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Prologue
Jack Sparrow breathed in the fresh evening air and grinned a wicked grin. "Someone's been using my name again." he said to himself as his eyes narrowed. "And it's not Angelica this time." He saddened at the remembrance of his dead wife.
The wooden floor boards of The Black Pearl creaked as he walked over to the edge of the ship and leaned on the railing. The wind blew his beaded dreadlocks and braids as he looked out. The sun had already set behind the ocean but you could still see a bit of pink. "I will find you," he murmered, taking out his sword and running his finger along the dull edge of the blade, "I promise."