It was a quit peaceful night aboard the Black Pearl, the sky was clear and the wind blew the sails gently, the deck was quit, save for the sounds of ocean lapping at the side of the ship. The crew had long since gone to bed, drowsy and exhausted from a long hot day. The only one on the deck now was Jack Sparrow. He was at the wheel of the ship, looking out to the ocean with pride and happiness. He had gotten his ship back from Barbossa for the third time.
Jack often thought of his "friends", Will and Elizabeth, he didn't say it often but he did miss them. It been had ten years since he'd seen either of them.
Will had been condemned to ten years of captaining the Flying Dutchmen. Will had been stabbed in the heart by Davy Jones. In a last attempt to save Will, Jack put his broken sword in Will's hand and made him stab the heart of Davy Jones. Making Will the knew Captain of the flying Dutchmen. It was both a happy and sad thing, for Will got to live, but he couldn't be with Elizabeth for 10 years. And from the rumors Jack heard it sounded like the Turners had a son, and Will didn't even know!
Jack was pulled out of his musings by something glinting out at sea in the moon.
Disclaimer: sorry it's short the next chapter will be longer!