Chapter 1 Unexpected visitor

The figure stood in the crows nest gazing seawards. The ocean breeze lifting his hair up to move about freely in the wind. A red patterned bandana covered his head, his eyebrows just visible. Part dread locked, part plaited, dark hair hung with beads fell to his shoulders. A braid draped over the bandana, swinging to and fro as he moved. Jack Sparrow had returned.

"Ahoy there Captain!" cried a voice from below. "A Ship has been sighted on the horizon. Do we attack?"

Jack looked up from his seemingly broken compass, pocketed it and pulled out a telescope with much fumbling. Jack swaggered backwards, nearly out of the crows nest, clearly taken by surprise. He turned to face Mr Gibbs, his navigator.

"No!" he cried, waving his arms about his head.

"Turn the pearl round and set a course for Port royal, I need to pay someone a visit savvy."

"Aye, Captain!" Mr Gibbs replied, somewhat puzzled, but he knew better than to ask questions, for what Jack said usually had good reason and purpose.

The pearl glided through the water building up speed as she went.

"Take the ship round the coast from Port royal, I'm not in the mood to escape another hanging" Jack ordered, before they came in sight of the shore.

"We'll divide the crew there, if anyone wishes to join again tomorrow, be my guest, if not, then spend your plunder on what you will and I wish you well shipmates. As for me, I've got a blacksmith to visit.

The pearl docked safely into harbour, and with that, Captain Jack sparrow drunkenly swaggered down the gang plank, narrowly missing the water and was away to Port royal.

Waking up sweating and gasping, Will moved strands of hair off his sweat covered face and sat up. He glanced across at his wife, Elizabeth, sleeping soundly in the bed next to him, clearly not disturbed. A nightmare had awoken him, and the parts he could remember were truly terrifying. An empty noose, the clash of metal upon metal, the swish of a ship as it glided through the water and just audible above that was the ceremonial - like chant of the ex- skeleton crew coming closer and closer.

'Knock, knock, knock.'

Will nearly jumped out of his skin, but remained calm as he quietly slid out of bed. Its a coincidence, he thought to himself, nothing to do with the dream whatsoever. A faint singing could be heard coming from the direction of the door, the which Will was sure he recognised but couldn't quite place. He drew his sword from its hiding place, just in case.

'Knock, knock, knock' there it was again, but this time it sounded more like thudding than knocking. The singing got louder as he approached the door and gently unlatched it, drawing his sword as he did so.

"Drink up me hearties yo ho!"

There on the doorstep, standing, or more like leaning, was the all singing Captain Jack Sparrow, with Rum in hand.

Will stared at him in amazement, of all the people it could be, it had to be the one he was least expecting. "Jack, what are you doing here? You should be as far away as possible by now. Do you realise you'll be hanged if you're caught? Will whispered in an urgent tone. Jack took one drunken step forward, almost tripping over the doorstep as he did so.

"Don't worry," Jack answered casually in a much slurred voice.

"I lost commodore's lot about half way before turning back. He spoke hesitantly, as if not sure how to say it. Lets just say that I encountered an...obstacle that together we must overcome."

"You're drunk" Will replied.

"Yes, but not so drunk that I don't know what I'm talking about, savvy." Jack insisted.

"O.k." Will sighed, it was going to be a long night. " What sort of obstacle?" A tiny thought appeared at the back of his mind, he knew what the answer was going to be.

"I think you'd better come in" Will continued.

"Finally, some hospitality!" and so Jack Sparrow entered the Turner household for the first time. "Lovely place you've got here" said Jack, as he eyed up the gold plated goblets on top of the fireplace. His eyes fell on Wills drawn sword, still clutched in his hand and fell silent, his forehead creased into a frown.

"Well?" Will whispered urgently, starting to raise his voice.

"O.k. O.k., no need to shout" Jack answered as he stumbled drunkenly to an armchair and sat down.

"Well?" Will repeated, sounding even more urgent.

"I need some Rum.."

"What?" Will broke in on mid sentence.

"I said I need some Rum before I begin. These backwards and forwards journeys take a lot out of yer."

Will sighed, noticed the empty bottle in Jacks hand and got up to refill it, one thing was for sure, it was the same old Jack.

Will returned with a full bottle, handed it to Jack who gratefully excepted it and waited for him to finish. He drank it down in a series of gulps, disappearing in a second.

"Now, as I was saying, I was halfway across the Caribbean when I sighted some of Barbosa's ex-skeleton crew on the horizon." Jack seemed calm and stopped to glance over at Will who had a look of utmost terror on his face. Jack continued calmly.

" I know you're going to say 'weren't they supposed to be hanged', but the security at these so-called hangings isn't exactly top priority as you well know. So the first thing they'll do now is come after us, for revenge. Well.. more like you coz it was you who lifted the curse at the wrong time." He took swigs of Rum from the bottle at intervals.

"Jack?"

"Ye-es Mr Turner?"

"I dreamt about this last night, a nightmare"

Jack choked on a swig of Rum, then continued, his face creased in a frown.

"Not much good comes of the man who dreams of his fate, especially one like this. Just keep it quiet O.k.? Don't go spreading it around. Jack leaned closer and whispered, "Did you dream about anything else?"

Will Looked puzzled, "No why?"

"No reason, just curious" Jack replied.

"Jack what is it, is there another reason why you came. There is isn't there?"

Jack shifted guiltily in his seat.

"Oh alright, I'm your Uncle,. BIG DEAL! your father was my brother, well.. half brother, so now you know. But remember, I may be your Uncle, but its still Captain Jack Sparrow to you, Savvy! And now I must go!" and with that Jack stood up, swaggered to the door still clutching the Rum bottle, there he paused.

"Oh, and Will, keep a watchful eye, or if you would rather be of help, meet me at the next dock round at 8 '0' clock tomorrow, be ready to sail." Jack stepped out the door.

"What about Elizabeth?" Will called, but too late. 'SLAM,' Jack was gone, leaving Will, silent and dumbfounded to think things over.

Will made his way back upstairs to think things through. The ex-skeleton crew were after him, Jack was his Uncle and had just invited him into a life of piracy. It was all too weird. He would have to bring Elizabeth with him, ... that is if he went. He couldn't very well just leave he to join the Pirates...or could he?

Elizabeth would have to be told, after all, Jack never said anything about not telling her. He sighed, made his way into their bedroom and gently shook her awake.

"Will? what time is it? what's going on?" she asked sleepily.

They sat together on the bed and talked, Will deliberately leaving out the fact about Jack being his Uncle, for she would have enough on her mind.

"If you're joining them, I'm coming too!" Elizabeth announced, "You can't leave me behind, and anyway I'm probably being hunted as well."

Will gave in, either they would both leave on the pearl tomorrow, or try their chances in Port royal, together.