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A/N: Hey :D So I've been in a very pirate-y mood lol. I hope you guys like this story.


It was a silent night in Farrisdale.

A few men, slugged out at bars, avoiding home, but mostly the streets were calm and quiet.

One lone man marched purposefully through the streets, head down, quiet. He was headed to the better part of the town, prepared for this meeting. He had actually been waiting for this meeting for years now, wondering when the time would come.

He pulled a slip of paper from one of his pockets, checking the address. The house loomed in front of him, a show of the woman's inheritance and her reputation as a hermit. He climbed the stairs, reaching to knock when the door swung open.

The woman stood there, as fierce and as beautiful as she had been at twenty years of age. Her light brown hair brushed against her shoulders as she shook her head, her brown eyes narrowed. "You're late."

The man grinned, a few gold teeth glinting in the dim light. "Sorry, Elizabeth, love. I'm afraid I got a bit – caught up. Who would have known Farrisdale could be so much . . . fun?"

She rolled her eyes, stepping back. "Come in before they see you."

"Where's the eunuch off to tonight?" he asked, shaking out of his coat so that she could hang it up.

"He's in the den with his son." She led him to the sitting room, smoothing out her dress as she sat down. She glanced at her hands before looking up at the man in front of her. "We're pretty nervous about this."

"You two? Nervous?" The man shook his head with laughter. "What have ya to be nervous about? It's in his blood. Ya can't shake that as easy as ya would like to think. . . . Not to say that ya didn't try. Ya shoulda called on me a long time ago."

"Captain?" The woman looked up and the Captain stood, turning to face two men, one obviously younger than the other. It was the younger one who stared, mouth agape, eyes wide and excited. "Captain Jack Sparrow?"

The boy looked like his father, Jack thought. Curly black hair brushed against his forehead and the stance and frame were very much so in sync . . . it was just the eyes. He had his mother's eyes.

Jack took a sweeping bow. "In the flesh."

The older man placed his hand on his son's shoulder, smiling. "Why don't you go to your room for a while."

The boy took a quick glance at Jack again before leaving the room. His father walked over, holding out his hand. "Jack."

Jack took his head, shaking it. "Will. Those ten years went fast."

"Not as fast as you would think," Will replied glancing at his wife. He looked back to Jack. "He's been asking about you all day. Thought you'd never show."

"I'm always looking for new willing souls to add to me motley crew," Jack told them as they sat down again. "He seems an eager lad. He'll make a fine sailor."

"He dreams of being a captain," Elizabeth told him.

"Maybe some day he'll be a great one, like yours truly." Jack gave them a wry grin. "But for now, he'll make a good sailor of himself."

Elizabeth looked down at her hands, Will reaching to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Jack leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "The boy's eighteen. You've been keeping him grounded his whole life now but as I said, it's in his blood. What with who the two of ya are, there was no way to squash that. You have let him be his own man, savvy? When we set sail to Tortuga, the sea will become his world."

Jack looked out the window. "Of all people, you should understand. . . . When the sea calls, you have to answer. . . . It won't let you rest until you do."


A/N: Just an opening :D Hope you like it! I've been trying to write a story for POTC for a while now and I think I've finally got a good one. Stay tune!