Elizabeth sat staring out her window. It had been exactly nine years since Will had left, and she missed him terribly. Of course it was only one more year, then he would be home for good. It was twelve months until he was back. Wait a minute, was that a ship out there? It was night, and she should be in bed. Her mind must be playing tricks on her.

Day One

The next morning

"Mother? Mother, wake up! It's morning!" It was nearly dawn, and I was desperate to wake Mother up. There was a ship on the horizon! Mother sleepily sat up. She had fallen asleep at the window where she had been last night. There was a ship! Mother had to know about this!

"Willie, what is going on? I've told you not to..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the ship, and her face grew pale.

"Mother? Are you okay?" She nodded.

"Willie, ANY time there is a ship, I need to know. Understand?"

I nodded. This would be fun! I've always loved the sea, and this would be the perfect excuse for watching it. Mother walked off to go find something for breakfast, and I continued looking out the window.

A half-an-hour later...

"Mother, Mother! There's a strange man walking up! He's got a couple pirates with him! He looks like a pirate as well! Will you kill him?" Mother and I had eaten our breakfast (well, in my case, wolfed it), and I had ran back to the window to watch the ship. Mother left the kitchen, drying her hands on her dress. She quickly walked towards the window and stood there with me. The pirates were beginning to walk up the path, and it would take them the better part of an hour before they would be here.

"Willie, why don't you go put on your nice clothes, and Mother will do the same." I nodded, and ran off. I pulled my good clothes out and put them on. Man, I hate these things! At least I don't have to wear them often. I ran back out, and continued watching the pirates. They were at least half-way up! They sure walked fast.

"William Turner, I need you to come here." Wow, Mother sure is serious! Wait, that isn't her nice dress, she's wearing pants! She looks like a pirate!

"Yes?" I didn't smile, didn't frown.

"I want you to put these on, okay?" I took them to my room and looked at them. Pirate clothing. Did Mother used to be a pirate? Is that where she got these? Maybe she knows this guy. Maybe he'll teach me how to sword-fight better! I quickly put them on. Ooh, a little hat too! This just keeps getting better. I put the hat on, and ran back into the main room. Mother smiled at me, and fixed my hat. I glued my face to the window once more, and the three pirates had just come to the door. The one with the hat (I love that hat!) knocked three times. Mother opened it.

"Elizabeth, luv!"

"Jack, you old rascal, it's so good to see you again! I haven't seen you in ages, and look at you!" I guess Mother knows this guy. Surely he can't refuse me lessons. He doesn't have any reason to say no.

"Well, I've been busy, darling. Where's the kid?" Wait, was he talking about me? How did he know me?

"He's right here. Willie? Come here. I want you to meet my good friend, Jack Sparrow." I felt my eyes grow wide, but I couldn't help it. Was this the Jack Sparrow?! Wow!! I've read so much about him, and now I'm finally meeting him. I managed to look up in his face. He was laughing at me! NOT the first impression I wanted to make.

"Willie? Aren't you going to say hi?" I nodded.

"Hello, Mr. Sparrow! I've read so much abo-" Oops. Mother didn't know I'd been reading about him. She had forbidden me to read anything about pirates.

"Would you care to finish that sentence, Willie?" Darn. I'm caught now!

"I was saying that I'd read a lot about him." I looked at the floor, and spoke in a quiet voice.

"Willie, there was one thing I told you NOT to read about. Do you remember what it was?" I nodded. Why was she doing this to me in front of Mr. Sparrow?

"Now now, Elizabeth. Let's not be hard on the boy. The first thing he'd want to read about would be pirates, because it's what you told him not to read." YES! Mr. Sparrow likes me! Well, I guess he does.

"Jack, he needs to be punished."

"How 'bout you let me take him? Just for a year. I'll teach him how to run a ship, and all kinds of things."
"Oh, please Mother? I'd be so good for him!" I could see Mother wasn't to happy with the idea. How should I convince her?

"Jack, how dare you put such ideas in his mind? Of course not, I'll never let him go." Darn. Life is so disappointing.

"C'mon, Lizzie," Lizzie? That's a first... "Let the lad come. He'll grow so much."

Mother looked at me, then at Mr. Sparrow, then back at me. I smiled, and put on my puppy-dog look. Mother had always said she could never resist it.

"Oh, all right. But only so long as he's back before Will. I want him to meet his father when he's back."

YES!! I had dreamed of sailing on a ship for YEARS, and I'm finally going to do it!

"You're a diamond, mate! Willie, pack up your bags, and get ready!"

"Yes sir!" I ran to my room. I couldn't believe my luck! Jack Sparrow, had asked me, William Weatherby Turner III to go sailing with him! Oh boy, this would be huge! To bad I don't have any friends to tell. They would be so jealous! I pulled out a bag that Mother had stored under my bed (I'm sure she won't mind) and stuffed my belongings into it. Oh, this was so huge! I took the bag (wow, it's really light! I don't have that much stuff) into the main room. Mother and Mr. Sparrow were sitting on the sofa talking. Neither of them saw me walk in, so I set my bag behind the sofa and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. I heard Mother and Mr. Sparrow talking, and I wanted to hear.

"Jack, he'll be back in 364 days. I know he's coming." Was she talking about Father?

"I know that, but I'm not sure if I can have Willie back by then." Wait, Willie's me...

"Either you promise to bring him back, or don't take him at all." I hope Mr. Sparrow promises...

"I'll have him back, or you can shoot me." That'll be the day when I let Mother shoot Mr. Sparrow! It'll never happen. Mr. Sparrow looked up at me.

"Ready lad?"

I nodded.

"Yes Mr. Sparrow!" He laughed at me.

"That's Captain Sparrow! But you can just call me Jack." Jack. I like that. The two pirates who had come with Jack had gone back down to the ship, so I didn't get to meet them yet. Probably later when we were down there. The rest of the day was spent with Jack, and I was eager to get going. But of course, Mother had to drag out Jack's visit, and kept him there all day. Then it was to dark to walk down the path. Darn, I'll have to stay here for the night. Jack's going to sleep on the couch though. Lucky him! Mother never let's me sleep there. I went up to my bed, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Do you like it? Hate it? Drop me a review and tell me! This is a new idea I'm still working on, so I might not finish it. What I'm going to try and do is write 365 chapters, one for every day of this coming year. Who's with me? Also, tell me if you think this is a bad idea.