This is just a one shot fic, I don't own the film, thats why its a fanfiction and not an epic movie. Please review if you like it, I'll give you a cookie. Now, onwards!

Chapter One - Whats Done Is Done

Time has a funny way of making you forget or twist memories into something completely different. Either time or the rum to be honest...it's impossible to say when your Captain Jack Sparrow, notorious for his rum, whores and pillaging. And the last adventure in which he got back the Black Pearl, killed his treacherous first mate and beat the curse that had been tormenting his old crew for many a year. Add to that the treachery of his crew, where he was marooned on an island and his involvement with "Boot Strap" Bill, and well, Captain Jack Sparrow was somewhat of a legend. It was even rumoured that he had been for a time involved with the governer of Port Royal's daughter.

So where was the great Captain now? Drinking himself into a gutter? Getting syphilus from a whore in the pirate town of Tortuga? Or sailing the high seas with his crew? No, he was standing outside a run down house looking at the wooden veranda and thinking, Get up those stairs Jack. He was in a less well known pirate town, a couple of ports down from Tortuga by the name of Tiburón. Tiburón was just as good as Tortuga, if not better, the lack of knowledge about it's surroundings meant that the pirates who did wind up there were a lot more...intersting, and the rum was higher quality. Jack knew Tiburón well, but it had been 10 years since he'd been there, 10 years since he'd been outside this particular pile of sticks. And why you may ask? He needed to see a lady of course.

10 years a go, The Hangman's Noose, Tiburón

It was a hot night in the Carribean, not too late but late enough to be looking for female company. And leaning against the bar appeared to be the most suitable young whore for the night, Captain Jack smiled toothily and got up, stumbling slightly, bringing a drunken laugh from his first mate and a few other crewmen. Jack waved a hand at them in annoyance then approached the woman.

She wore a typical dress, dark red in colour with too much lace and a low neakline. Her redish brown hair was long and surprisingly clean, her face was less chalky than most whores but her eyes were caked with dark makeup, making her actual eyes glow in contrast to the dark shades. She gave a half smile at the drunk pirate approaching her and walked over to him, Jack could see she was maybe 5 inches shorter than him, but he barely registered it.

"'Ello darlin" Where his first words

"Good evening" Her accent was strange, irish primarily with a carribean lilt to it "May I help you sir?"

Jack leaned in to whisper in her ear "Well see luv, thats what I was gonna be askin you"

She gave a soft laugh "This way mr...?"

"Cap'n Jack Sparrow my lovely"

"Well, well, a captian" She grinned "I'm just your average whore. Named Eve"

"Not relgieous are ye?"

"As a rule? No"

"Lead the way then!"

She'd led him to a run down house, led him up the rickety stairs and through a door on the veranda into a small house. There were two doors off from the main room which they entered and Eve had led him through one. The rest of that evening, as they say, is history.

They'd stayed in port the next night as well, planning to ship out at midday the day after. Somehow Jack had found his way to her house again, this time with a little more rum in his gut, he'd come in yelling for her and they'd kissed on the veranda, she asked if he was looking for company of a particular variaty and he had, surprisingly declined, saying he simply needed a drinking partner, and he may as well drink with a whore so he had no where to walk when certain needs arose. She had laughed and allowed him into her house.

For hours the pair had drunk rum and exchanged stories. In those few hours Jack had come to know her better than anyone in his life, and she was the only person ever to find out about the little boy named Jack. He knew he was the only person ever to find out how Eve came to Tiburón. They'd eventually got into her bed together, but there wasn't any talk of money that night, nor in the morning, the last time he'd seen his beautiful Eve in 5 years.

10 years a go, Eve's house, Tiburón

Eve lay in the bed, her day old make-up somehow made her look exotic and interesting instead of pathetic and tired. She was wearing only a man's shirt which she'd thrown on so as not to be bare. Jack sat up in the bed, leaning against the wall, in his trousers, drinking the remains of the previous nights alcohol.

"You leave today do ye not?" Eve asked casually

"Aye, I do, aboard the Black Pearl"

"I swear that boat be the only thing you'll ever love"

"Ship, sweetheart, not a boat" He paused "Never a boat"

Eve laughed horsely "Sorry Jack, never again will I call your boat a ship, I mean, ship and boat"

Jack chuckled slid down to kiss her forehead

"Take me with you Jack" Eve whispered after a long while of them kissing and hugging each other

"Y'know I can't be doin that love...after all, I am-"

"Cap'n Jack Sparrow" She said, mimicking his accent and expression

He grinned "Aye, that I be. A pirates life for me an all that...can't have a wench on board y'know"

"Aye...just a thought"

"I'll be back in a coupl' a months though" Jack promised

"Promise?"

"On...rum, I swear on rum that I will return this year"

She smiled "You'd better Cap'n Sparrow, or I'll ave 'yer 'ead so I will"

Too soon it was time for Jack to return to the Black Pearl, they'd kissed and hugged one last time, then he was down the stairs and walking backwards to the harbour

"You'd better come back Sparrow!" Eve had yelled from the veranda, he'd blown her a kiss and winked

"3 months luv, I swear it!"

He appreciated that she'd be angry that the 3 months had turned to 10 years, but there had been the loot...and his marooning...and then the troubles with the curse, getting the pearl back...the time had just flown by.

He took a very deep breath, then began to climb up those same wooden stairs.