A/N: Alright. This is that sequel that I kept ranting about, and I'm finally having the courage to post the first chapter. Here goes nuttin…

Yeah, I know it's short, but this is a bit rought and such.

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The sun was beginning to set over the northern Caribbean. A cooling breeze flew through the air, ruffling the black sails of a lone pirate ship, bobbing slightly in the waves.

Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the helm, staring toward the land mass ahead of him. He was deep in thought. Not a normal state for a man like Jack Sparrow. He hadn't thought about it in a long time. It had been three long years…

Three years since he had saved Elizabeth from drowning in the waters off Fort Charles.

Three years since he had joined forces with Will Turner to save said girl from evil, cursed pirates, who just happened to have his beloved Pearl in their possession.

Three years since he and Will had broken the infamous "Curse of the Black Pearl."

Three years since he had escaped his own hanging in Port Royale, and reclaimed his beloved ship, the Black Pearl.

A feeling deep in his gut told him that something as exciting as those events would come along soon, but he quickly dismissed it. He had been getting that feeling for quite some time now, and nothing had come from it. Life had been very dull and boring for Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew. The same routine over and over again. The merchant ships surrendered to them almost right away, due to the menacing look of their ship. The crew of the Black Pearl would board the ship, pilfer whatever they could, and leave with no casualties to either crew. It just wasn't Jack Sparrow's way to kill the crew of the vessel he stole from.

His thoughts turned to Will Turner. The son of his deceased friend, Bootstrap Bill Turner. He had helped Will get Elizabeth back from Barbossa and his crew for one major reason- he felt like he was in debt to Bootstrap. Bill Turner had been the one crew member of the Black Pearl who had stood up for him when the mutiny occurred. And look where it got him.

"Stupid lil' whelp…", he muttered, chuckling. He would be in his mid twenties by now, no doubt married to Elizabeth.

Gibbs walked up behind Jack, who was still standing at the wheel, vacant expression crossing his features.

Gibbs cleared his throat. "Captain?"

Jack jumped and whirled around. "DON'T BLOODY DO THAT!"

"Apologies, sir. But we're approaching land. Where shall we be docking?"

"Anywhere I can get a good sized tankard of rum…"

Gibbs chuckled. "New Orleans seems quite well fit for that. And it's close too. We sh-"

"New Orleans it is!" Jack interrupted.

"Aye cap'n." Gibbs grinned and mock-saluted him, walking back to the crew's quarters to inform them of the plans.

Jack settled back into watching the golden horizon stretching in front of him. "New Orleans it is then. Never been there. Hope there's some good pubs…"

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Alright then. Any feedback??? As always, the little lavender "GO" button on the bottom. Press it and leave a note. I won't continue this until I get at least 5 reviews.

This story is a bit of a brainchild for me. I'm planning on having fun with this.