A/N: Hello all. I'm back and hopefully with something decent enough to get somebody's attention. It's notthe mostoriginal idea , in fact,but a CLASSIC one,and I just couldn't help it.But to be honest,I'mreally only writing it for one scene that I wanted to write at the end, and it would have been out of place just to do a one shot, so...bear with me. Constructive critism definitely wanted, and most likely needed, but don't be too harsh :)

Disclaimer: No, don't own it. If I had an ounce of ownership to Jack Sparrow don't you think I'd be locked away in my room right about now? And help with the script came

Jack Sparrow

How could one man possibly cause so much trouble?

Although Will already knew that the answer to the question lied directly in the source of the question, he still couldn't help but ask himself anyway. Two days he had been searching. Searching for Jack, searching for anyone who could lead him to Jack, or anyone who could at least lead him to a place that in itself would lead him to Jack.

It had become blatantly obvious that Jack was more of a phenomenon than Will had realized. People talked of him like he was a myth, as if they weren't sure if he were real or not.

Captain Jack Sparrow? Hadn't been thought about, heard he was dead.

Singapore, that's what I heard. Drunk, with a smile. Sure as a tide, Jack Sparrow, turned up in Singapore.

And don't even remind him of the encounter with Scarlett and Giselle. The side of his face still burned red with the message he was to deliever when he finally caught up with Jack.

Will finally decided it was time for a break in his little man hunt. He spotted a barrel leaning against the side of what appeared to be one of the many taverns in the sweet, proliferous bouquet that was Tortuga. As he took a seat he realized just how tired he was, and slowly started to lose focus on the many going on's that surrounded him. The fights that broke out everywhere and anywhere you looked, the scantily clad woman who bared almost everything they own, hiding just enough to keep the men, their hopeful business for the night, wanting more. And more importantly, the lone sailor that had just stumbled out of the tavern.

Will let out a sigh. "Where are you Sparrow?" he mumbled to himself. But it was this question that caught the attention of the aforementioned sailor.

"Sparrow? Jack Sparrow!"

Will's head whipped in the direction of the voice, thinking he had finally found a lead, but the sight that met his eyes was one that almost caused him to fall over where he sat.

A/N2: It's shamefully short, I know, but it's really just a prologue. I'll be posting the real first chapter in a few hours, as soon as I get it edited to the way I want it. I don't know how long this story will be, or how long it'll take me to post it all. I've written 5 chapters so far, and I'm hoping to post every other day, or something like that. Again, any help, ideas would be greatly appreciated.