Okay, now before you all get frusterated with how short this first part is, it's just setting up for the story. That's why it's called a prologue. Alright, you know the drill...I don't own any of this, not even Robert (well, I 'spose I own the name, but I don't own the character, since he was shown at the end of the third movie). And yes, there will be a lot of Captain Jack and Captain Will (yummy), and Captain Elizabeth (girl power!). There will be a lot of swashbuckling for her in this one! Well, I don't really have a plot all figured out yet, but basically there will be kidnap, which will result in Captain Elizabeth Turner doing some serious ass-kicking (and no, Jack isn't the kidnapper).

This is post-Potc: AWE

Rating PG-13 to be safe.

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: THE SEARCH FOR ETERNAL YOUTH

Prologue

"We're devils, we're black sheep, we're really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me." Robert's small voice carried well across the water from where he stood. He looked down the plunging cliff to the sharp rocks below, where frothy seawater was sloshing around wildly. His eyes trailed over the sandy beach nearby, where a very familiar boat was floating just off shore.

"Well done, well done!" came a cheery and somewhat slurred voice from behind him. "You do yer ole Uncle Jacky proud!" Robert turned around to see Jack - sorry - Captain Jack Sparrow with a dusty bottle of rum and a glittering grin. "Come 'ere, ye little scoundrel!" He held out a hand, but Robert flung his arms around Jack's waist. Jack, who wasn't very sensitive himself, patted the child awkwardly on the back. "Alright, that's enough." He unhooked Robert's arms and pushed him away. "Now, I 'spose ye'll want to go for a little ride?"

"Oh, yes, please!"

"And fer that you'll need to ask yer mum."

Robert didn't need telling twice. He ran up the small grassy incline to where a quaint little cottage stood overlooking the ocean.

"Mum!" he cried out. "Mum! Uncle Jack's here!" Elizabeth Turner stepped out of the front door, drying a wooden mug with her apron. Jack made his way up to her.

"Elizabeth, darlin'." He bowed deeply to her. "Splendid to see you again."
"Hello, Jack," Elizabeth smiled. "How's the Pearl?"

"She's doing beautifully, as is yerself." He flashed her that smile that never failed to make a woman melt.

"Mum," Robert begged as he began to pull at her sleeve, "Uncle Jack promised to take me for a ride on the Black Pearl. Can I go, Mum? Please, can I go?" Elizabeth laughed.

"Alright then." Robert whooped and tugged Jack toward the path that led down to the beach. "But mind you be home in time for supper! You're welcome to supper, of course, as is the crew," she directed at Jack. He tipped his hat to her.

"Be sure to make plenty to eat, then," he chuckled, "because ye'll have about thirty mouths waiting for ye." And with that, Robert Turner and Captain Jack Sparrow disappeared.