A/N: I needed a fresh start. And since my first love will always be Pirates of the Caribbean, I decided to write one. I will still continue with my other stories, but my creative muse left me hanging on those. This is just a prologue to present the general idea of the story. If it gets enough attention, I'll keep writing. Enjoy!

Title: Pirates of the Caribbean: The Blood of a Sparrow

Rating: M

Genre: Adventure/Romance/Angst

Pairing: Jack/Angelica

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean or any other copyrighted material. Written for entertainment purposes ONLY.

Warning: Due to the nature of this story, I advise those under the age of 18 to note the rating. Rated for explicit language, violence, and brief sexual content.

Prologue

Rain began to fall from the heavens, drowning the flames that licked the sea. Debris from the perished ships drifted over the dark black ocean water. Jack and Angelica stood painfully quiet as they watched the Queen Anne's Revenge disappear behind a curtain of fog, and the girl's screams were just an echo on the wind. Jack turned to the woman beside him, who grew fragile when there was nothing but the steady hum of rain in the silence. Carefully, he studied her worried expression, noticing her eyes trailing after her father's ship. The rain grew to pound on their backs, but neither attempted to move. Angelica broke her frozen stature when Jack laid a gentle hand on her weak shoulder. Her long, wet darkened curls fell to hide her face when she hung her head in defeat. Over the soft roll of thunder in the sky, Jack heard her anguished cries finally reach the surface. His heart shattered when she fell against him, and he could feel her ragged breathing as she sobbed. As he held her, he wondered what she had wanted to tell him before the girl had been taken aboard the red-sailed ship. He questioned the fear in her eyes when she saw the child from across the crowded floors of the bar. He replayed the memory of her ripping him away from the little girl and out into the alley. Why was she so afraid? His thoughts were interrupted as she pulled away from him slightly. Angelica lifted her head to look up at him. He saw the tears that continued to fall down her cheeks when she parted her lips to speak.

"Jack…" she whispered with the rain that misted around them. "There is a secret I've kept from you for a very long time. It's something I should have told you from the moment I learned the truth." She gulped in an unsteady breath and whimpered. "The girl that was captured, that screamed for us to save her; that little girl is my daughter." Her eyes averted his, and studied the markings on the wood of the dock that they stood on.

"She's yours."

Unable to move or breathe, Jack felt as if he were drowning. The words sunk in his head like heavy rum. His daughter. Their daughter. The girl who he'd seen screaming for her life just moments ago, was his child. His only child. He felt a thick knot swell in his throat, making him choke. Hot tears cornered his black eyes as he exhaled a trembled breath. Angelica saw his pain and found herself laying her palm against his rough cheek.

"Oh Jack…"

As they held each other, unaware of the world that seemed to be waking from the sun that had peaked from behind the oceans horizon, the rain slowly came to a stop.

A/N: I'm terribly sorry this is so short. I've got finals in a couple weeks and the homework load is astronomical. Once summer vacation is here I'll start writing full time again. And when I find the chance I'll try and work some on the first actual chapter of this. R&R!