A/N: My first fanfic. Editing done by rheingold )
Chapter One
A Sparrow Flew In
History has always had a way of repeating it self. Two pirates once crossed blades and were about to meet each other again.
The Flying Dutchman can be seen in broad daylight, with waves hitting the sides of the ship as it made its way through the Caribbean. The crew are fast at work, cleaning the deck and such. Her captain, William Turner, stands at the ship's wheel, along with his no-longer-dammed father. It was nine years that he last stepped on land, and he no longer knows what the world is like. Memories still fill his mind, memories of the past, and he can't escape them. He's no longer a blacksmith, but the captain of a pirate ship--a pirate ship--once the most feared ship to sail the oceans. Once under the command of Captain Davy Jones. But Will looks human, not like the bizarre fish-face monster who could condemn men--entire ships--to death on a whim. Nor is he the honest man he once was. He has found the perfect balance, and he is happy: a pirate and a good man.
"There's a man overboard!" he heard someone shout. It was his father.
His heart pounding, he ran to look, expecting to find a drowning man. Instead, he saw a man, legs crossed, sitting on the back of a giant sea turtle. His eyes were closed and there was a small smile on his face. "Jack Sparrow!" he shouted.
Jack opened his eyes calmly and demanded, "Whelp, how many times do I have to tell you, it's Captain--Captain Jack Sparrow?" He paused. "Fancy seeing you here, Will."
Will grinned. "That's Captain William Turner to you."
His first mate threw a ladder down, and Jack climbed aboard. "How on Earth did you end up on top of a sea turtle in the middle of the Caribbean?" Will asked.
Barbossa had stolen the Black Pearl from him one day when he was drinking rum in a tavern in Tortuga. "And then when I woke up the next mornin' dazed and confused, Gibbs comes to me and tells me the Black Pearl is gone," he finished glumly.
"And you know it was Barbossa because--?" Will asked.
"Shut up. Now, as I was saying, no other pirate could've stole my ship and left me a bushel of green apples in its place. Now a man is only as good as his ship, so I was determined to go out after him but no one would accompany me on said journey. So I commandeered a small ship from Tortuga and went out to find that bloody pirate. And damned if that ship didn't go straight down to Davy Jones' Locker --or, is it...I mean...your locker...???"
"Never mind, just finish the story", said Will.
"As I was saying, one morning that damned ship went straight down, as if someone had filled the hull with lead. And it just so happened that I saw some sea turtles swimming around. Before I sank with the ship, I just climbed on top of one them. I was hoping they'd take me back to land--I certainly never imagined to run into you again. But I tell ya dear William, that no good pirate has not heard the last of me".
Jack stopped suddenly and looked around, searching for something. Will stared at him. "What?"
"Do you have...rum in this ship?", Jack asked in a nervous voice.
"No, we ran out some days ago...And I can't step foot on land yet so it will have to wait a couple more days".
Jack's face went completely pale and he almost began to cry. "Listen, Jack, we'll get rum soon, don't worry!" cried Will.