Secrets of the Dead
Disclaimer: No profits are being made from this. I own nothing except original characters. Also, I read a lot of PotC fanfics so I owe all my inspiration to their authors, I only hope I can live up to at least half their standard.
Summery: Jack comes home after 15 years to a childhood friend and finds a map that will lead to the treasure that belonged to his father. But like he said to Will, not all treasure is silver and gold, and greater treasure might be right in front of his very nose.
Prologue
Two dark haired children stand side by side on a dock of a small Caribbean town. The girl is about six and much younger than the boy, by ten years give or take a year. The boy carries a small sack over his shoulder, the girl has a small lace parasol over her head shielding her from the bright sun.
The small girl looks to her side to take in the boy standing beside her on the dock. He has shoulder length, untamed dark hair unlike the girl whose hair is a soft chocolate colour neatly braided down her back. Where his eyes are dark orbs, hers are pale blue and unmistakeably sad. The young girl finally speaks up,
"Do you really have to leave? You could say here with my father and I. You are like the son he never had."
The boy smiles and shakes his head.
"I can't Lacey, the Ocean, it calls to me, your father, he understands. I will never be a dressmaker, I have the wrong sort of hands. I have the hands of a sailer."
The young girl twirls her parasol gently and looks up at the boy with tears in her eyes. "Will you come back and visit me?"
The boy sets down his sack and lifts the girl up and spins her around before placing her on the ground again.
"Mary-Alice, you can guarantee I will be back, and I'll bring you all sorts of fine things from places you've never imagined."
The girl's eyes sparkle with happiness and she pokes her closed parasol lightly into his chest.
"Good, I'll be waiting for you, and when you get your own ship and I am old enough you will take me to these places!"
The boy picks up his sack once again and leans down to give the girl a peck on the cheek.
"Good bye Mary-Alice."
The boy heads off towards a ship at the far end of the dock and the little girl sighs briefly.
"Good bye Jack Sparrow."
The story won't be written entirely like this, its just the prologue, it's also very short and hopefully the chapters will be much longer. Thanks for reading my story (any grammatical errors I apologise for, I don't have a beta reader). I'm trying to original so if you feel I have 'borrowed' anything from your story let me know and I will accredit you.
Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: No profits are being made from this. I own nothing except original characters. Also, I read a lot of PotC fanfics so I owe all my inspiration to their authors, I only hope I can live up to at least half their standard.
Summery: Jack comes home after 15 years to a childhood friend and finds a map that will lead to the treasure that belonged to his father. But like he said to Will, not all treasure is silver and gold, and greater treasure might be right in front of his very nose.
Prologue
Two dark haired children stand side by side on a dock of a small Caribbean town. The girl is about six and much younger than the boy, by ten years give or take a year. The boy carries a small sack over his shoulder, the girl has a small lace parasol over her head shielding her from the bright sun.
The small girl looks to her side to take in the boy standing beside her on the dock. He has shoulder length, untamed dark hair unlike the girl whose hair is a soft chocolate colour neatly braided down her back. Where his eyes are dark orbs, hers are pale blue and unmistakeably sad. The young girl finally speaks up,
"Do you really have to leave? You could say here with my father and I. You are like the son he never had."
The boy smiles and shakes his head.
"I can't Lacey, the Ocean, it calls to me, your father, he understands. I will never be a dressmaker, I have the wrong sort of hands. I have the hands of a sailer."
The young girl twirls her parasol gently and looks up at the boy with tears in her eyes. "Will you come back and visit me?"
The boy sets down his sack and lifts the girl up and spins her around before placing her on the ground again.
"Mary-Alice, you can guarantee I will be back, and I'll bring you all sorts of fine things from places you've never imagined."
The girl's eyes sparkle with happiness and she pokes her closed parasol lightly into his chest.
"Good, I'll be waiting for you, and when you get your own ship and I am old enough you will take me to these places!"
The boy picks up his sack once again and leans down to give the girl a peck on the cheek.
"Good bye Mary-Alice."
The boy heads off towards a ship at the far end of the dock and the little girl sighs briefly.
"Good bye Jack Sparrow."
The story won't be written entirely like this, its just the prologue, it's also very short and hopefully the chapters will be much longer. Thanks for reading my story (any grammatical errors I apologise for, I don't have a beta reader). I'm trying to original so if you feel I have 'borrowed' anything from your story let me know and I will accredit you.
Reviews are greatly appreciated.