Pirates of the Caribbean: Legend of the Moon Phoenix
Prologue: A Sun So Red

It was a beautiful morning that dawned over Port Royale. The sun had risen in all it's splendor and glory and was now casting long shadows in the seven o'clock hour. But, to the only person who had watched that morning's sunrise, it had been unlike any he had ever seen.

A deep, blood red sunrise.

Standing on the beach shores, the calm waters lapping at his ankles, stood a man of 21. His brown boots were lying further up the shore, to keep them from getting wet, leaving the man wearing only a pair of worn, brown breeches and a white, linen shirt that tied loosely in the front. His brown hair was highlighted with subtle blonde streaks and was pulled back into a loose ponytail, his brown eyes fixated on the blue waters of the sea.

Alexander Turner was no stranger to the sea; he had spent the early part of his childhood on his father's "merchant" ship. That was, until his eighth summer, when his grandfather passed away and he and his family became land bound. Living in Port Royale for the past thirteen years with his mother, father and younger sister had never been unpleasant, but Alexander still could not curb his desire to be at sea. The urge to greet the morning with the ocean breeze and the smell of salt water was ever present in his thoughts, and he had expressed that urge to his parents many a time. His mother however, would just smile, pet his cheek and say...

"Of course you feel that way, my dear Alex. Pirate blood runs through your veins. And after spending all those years at sea... you just cannot deny the pull of your heritage."

That fact alone annoyed Alexander to no end. He found that the only way he could hinder his restlessness was to stand how he currently was, more now than ever, his eyes fixated on the waves. He had seen more sunrises in his young life than most people had seen in their entire lifetime.

Still, he had never seen a sunrise that red.

Per usual, all the sounds that were actually reaching Alexander's ears were the waves crashing against the shore and the sound of the seagulls cawing around him. The quiet noises soothed him greatly. But, Alexander's quiet morning was quickly interrupted by a loud, slurred voice echoing from further down the beach.

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me.

So... What do ye think? I like it so far... I'm sorry to say though that Jack (whom I love DEARLY) will not be making many appearances in this story.

Audience: WHAT?!?!?!?

I know, I know. You all thought the 'voice' was our lovely Captain. Sadly, you might be mistaken.

Please, flame me in taste. Rude flames will be used to roast marshmallows and I'll make s'mores out of them.

And furthermore, kindly Read and Review. Reviewing is essential and won't force me to make you walk the plank and quite possibly make you the governor of your own little island.

Bottom's up Love!