Chapter One
A burst of bright neon green shot through the skies for only a second as Anne intently watched the horizon, her dark hair blowing gently in the breeze. The stories all told that the Captain's last goodbye was, "I'll be back, ye scurvy Sea Dogs! If it's the second to last thing I do, I shall return! So, mark my words ye scallywags, prepare the rum and crumpets! Farewell for now from Captain Jack Sparrow!" At that instant, he was swallowed by the sea into "the Locker" and was never heard from again. Some who knew him say that Jack had managed to escape Davy Jones's locker once before, but all others who tried this nearly impossible feat had never prevailed. Anne, who was only fifteen, had longed to sail the seas with a crew of her own and someday try to find the renowned Jack Sparrow. She watched the stars silently blink themselves into the sky as the moon began to make its appearance. Anne had only ever dreamt of becoming as great a leader as Captain Sparrow and King of Pirates, Elizabeth Swan.
The course was set and an entire crew of lives was waiting to be taken aboard. Tragically slaughtered in a battle, the dead sailors would make a perfect addition to his crew. Captain Will Turner welcomed the new arrivals onto his ship as his son stood at the wheel, heroically guiding the massive vessel as it quietly sliced through the calm waters. Although he was only sixteen, Percy had learned quite a bit from his father and had already assembled a small crew of his own for when he had extra time for building. Percy was constantly working with his "crew" to earn enough money to buy and build a boat of his own and he had been saving up since he was about ten or eleven. The wind combed through his curly brown hair and his icy blue eyes sparkled with the setting sun, he grinned with the sweet satisfaction at knowing that he would lead the same life his father does.
Anne, not knowing who her parents were, never had anyone around to tell her where she should be and when or how she should act, and what to do. This also meant that she had no one to look after her and care or her except the very few hospitable people in various parts of the town. She was free to come and go as she pleased because she had little interest in what adults had to say to her, so they eventually all gave up, and, when possible, locked her out.
"It be a beautiful day, aye, Sir?"
"Aye, that she is." Captain Turner agreed nodding as he looked over the horizon. The first mate, his own son, was unnerved by his father's silence. He hated the quiet, especially from his usually outgoing and energetic father. It always meant something was wrong. But of course, Percival was a smart boy. He could tell what was causing Captain Turner grief. He longed to see his wife again. To dance with her on the sandy shores of an island as the sun set into the sea... The salty ocean mist tasted lightly on their lips... Alas, it was merely a dream that simply wouldn't come true... As the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he could no longer set foot on the lands where the one he loved lingered in wait. No, never again. Tears welled up in his eyes at the thought; he could stand it no longer. No one should be kept from their loved ones... Why should he?
There had been many occasions where Captain Turner had broke down to his son, crying--pleading, begging--on his knees for Percy to stab his heart held within the chest just so he could stop leading the terrible life that was pushed upon him... Yet Percy wouldn't do it... He couldn't murder his own father, no matter how much he begged and cried... The sleepless nights he endured... Percival Turner could not help him.
The sea glimmered beautifully in the early sunrise. Anne sat alone on the beach, dark hair blowing in the wind, watching the waves crash onto the sand and crumble away thin layers of earth. She had the feeling something was out there waiting for her... But she couldn't figure what it could be. Little did she know, a great journey awaited her in the future... One in which she would need both courage and the will to survive for the ones she loves... But when?... Or better yet... Who...??