Disclaimer : Only Vane is mine.
It was Will Turner's first, and only, day on land in ten years. Everyone was gathered on the shore to welcome him - Elizabeth and their son William, and Jack Sparrow. When
Will rowed ashore, he was delighted. The group was exchanging greetings when a figure was spotted down the shore, running towards them at a great velocity. Very soon, the figure was before them, panting.
"Well!" exclaimed the man, who was short, lean, and well-dressed. "I say, I am rather relieved to find you're not a bunch of bloodthirsty pirates!" He glanced over them again, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "Oh! Can this be true? Jonathon, is it really you?" Everyone looked at each other, confused. "My goodness, it's been too long!" The man rushed over to Jack and enveloped him in a hug. Jack flinched and peeled him off.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, actually. And, do I even know you?"
"It's me! Alexander Vane! Surely, Jonathon, you've not forgotten? Our lovely childhood in Yorkshire, remember? We were the best of friends! Why, we even sang together in the church," said Vane happily as he put a proud arm around Jack's shoulder and addressed the crowd. "He is a wonderful, wonderful soprano, you know."
Jack frowned, more confused than ever. It had been many many years since he was a boy in Yorkshire, and granted, his memory was a bit hazy, but he had no recollection of Vane whatsoever. "Are you sure you've got the right man?" Jack asked, dubious.
"You are Jonathon Ashley Sparrow, are you not?" asked Vane, raising an eyebrow. A muffled sound of giggling came from the direction of Will and Elizabeth, and Jack shot them a glare.
"Nobody calls me that anymore," he muttered. "But that's my name."
"Then you must be the very same Jonathon I knew in my youth! How fortunate that we should meet again," Vane said with a very large grin.
"Wait one minute," Will said. "How did you know to find us here?"
"Well, I was sitting on my balcony at my villa, which is right atop that hill over there, you see?" Vane pointed to a spot, "And I saw a ship. Naturally, as any colonial governor is wont to do, I came here to investigate. I certainly don't want my town besieged by pirates!"
"And yet," Will said, his hand hovering near his sword, "you are unarmed."
"No, I suppose not, but the men I've instructed to wait for me behind that sand bank are." Vane gave a quick glance to the sand bank before continuing cheerfully. "But! Since you are obviously not pirates, or here to besiege my little town; and since you are friends of my dear friend Jonathon–sorry, Jack– then the polite thing to do would be to invite you to supper."
A/N : Jack might actually be an alto, not a soprano. Tune in later for an interesting supper.