Author's Note: Hello! I know that the prologue is kind of long, but its necessary to read it, or you won't understand the rest of the story. The prologue and chapter one are mainly in place so you can get to know the characters, but it WILL pick up in the end of chapter one, and in chapter two, as you will see. So please try to reserve judgement until after chapter 2. This is my first fan fic, I should mention. But I hope it will be good. Thanks. Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean, its characters, or anything to do with it. I am not making a profit off of this story, even though I may wish that I was. You knew that though. And everything else left unsaid. Thanks! Please enjoy the story!

P.S: Oh, and just in case you didn't know already, as it is mentioned in the story, and I want you to understand what it means:

To dance with Jack Ketch is to hang and On The Account means the piratical life, someone who goes "On The Account" is turning into, or is a pirate. Okay. On with the story…


Prologue

-Part One-

She hadn't been sucked into believing all of the unlikely stories of true love that most girls her age had.

She was drawn to him since the day she had met him. She had thought that love at first sight was a ridiculous thought, an extravagant dream, to know right away with who you should be. She wasn't sure if that was love at the first look, for her, but she knew it sure a hell was something. Wistful romantic fantasies that girls would clutch to their hearts, too sounded ridiculous to her. She knew, and accepted, even if she did not like it, that most men were not as women wished. The process of love, unfortunately enough, was not meant to be easy. Man meets woman, man loses woman, man gets woman back was just boring and predictable, not to mention sickly sweet and radiantly sappy. Unless there are some twists in there, at least. Like a romance novel being dictated into the teenage female mind at a constant. She had once agreed with herself that true love was a ridiculous tale told by parents who wanted you married and out of the house, hopeful teenage girls and Mr. William Shakespeare. And that romance novelists had a lot of time on their hands and dreams in their heads. Maybe they didn't get enough bedroom action. A clichéd, mushy story it was. Until she fell into it. Or for it. She wasn't sure which.

This was so much different. He was so much different. If it were between the two, it would certainly not be conventional, to say the least, and without a doubt not something you could read about in any romance novel she knew of. That would be the only thing you could no for sure about it. He was different. He had rugged good looks, he was self-reliant, sweet enough to be loved, a good man, but just downright bad, to the thoughts of so many. Not evil by any means, but he was 'bad'. He had that appeal to him. She was not much for the good ones. Too plain, too boring, too predictable. But again, he was different, as has been mentioned several times now. He was brilliantly unpredictable, even if you knew of his ways. Tipsy without alcohol, but not drunk, bad but not evil, tough but still gentle. He had a truly original personality, which was unspeakably rare. She didn't want to change him a bit, unlike so many. She had fallen for what he was, not what she wanted him to be. He was a pillaging, plundering, sneaky, inventive, infamous, Pirate. That was the life she'd always wanted.

She remembered back to the day, those four years ago…

She had met him at the age of twelve, crossing from the docks. The Port was busy that day, yet he still did not perfectly blend in. He looked fairly similar, but she had known that he was different. She had crept closer like the coming tide, and curiosity mixed with stupidity lead her to follow him a little too far into the forest. She had slowly made her way through the overgrown tropical plants and discreetly brushed the fallen dew drops from her long, wavy golden hair. As she passed a towering palm tree, she realized she had lost him. She stood up a little taller to see where he had gotten to. Suddenly a hand had been clasped over her mouth. She was about to bite it when a slightly drunken sounding, soft yet still sharp voice sounded from behind her. "Don't scream. I won't hurt you. Got it?" The voice said, calmly. She nodded in his grip. He released his grip from her mouth, but firmly took hold of her arm. She turned to face him. He had rugged good looks. His dark brown hair, that was slightly matted, and looked as if it was on it's way to becoming a proper set of dreadlocks, was weaved with beads and other trinkets, as was the little beard parted in two that sat on his chin. He had a bushy moustache, deep brown eyes that reminded her of expensive exotic chocolate, and it looked as if a cocky smirk was struggling to break out on his face. He was not really short, and not overly tall, and had a medium build. The so-far nameless man wore a well-used brown tri corner hat with a red bandana wrapped around his head underneath, a long black jacket, a pair of brown boots, a light off-white shirt, and black pants, with a red sash much like the bandana, tied around his waist, with a belt holding a pistol, cutlass and some other weapons and trinkets, over top.

"Why were you following me? Nosey lil' thing, aren't yeh, luv?" He continued calmly.

"You're a pirate, aren't you?" She asked, even though she knew that he was.

"And yet ye don't know not to follow a Pirate when you think you see one?" He asked, not expecting an answer. She shrugged, less frightened than before. Though she had never appeared to be overly frightened. Mainly surprised. "What's yer name, luv?" The Pirate inquired in that drunken sounding voice of his.

"Robyn Jade Turner. Everyone calls me Jade." Robyn answered, unfazed by her encounter with the Pirate. He looked into her dark eyes, searched. Robyn knew that he was unlikely to find much of anything there. She had always been told that people, even those she knew, could never seem to properly read her eyes. Robyn wondered what he was looking for. She almost asked.

"Turner?" The question left his lips slowly, and he scratched the back of his head slowly.

She nodded slowly in agreement. "Yes." Jade paused. "…I'm sorry for following you. I was just curious, I guess."

"About what?" He questioned. Again, his words came slowly.

"You."

"Aye…" He trailed off. He stared at nothing in particular for a moment, and it was clear to Robin that he was in his own little world at the moment. "Take my advice, Jade, don't be following any more pirates around. No good can come of it." He mulled over what to say next.

"Sorry…" She said again.

"Its not a problem, lass. But when you see a Pirate, best take me advice, as you may have come to regret it if it was anyone other than me." He said carefully, trying not to frightened her. She didn't look scared. Good. He thought. Bold lass. He chuckled inside at what he thought she might be like when she got to be a teenager. Good luck with that, parents. He thought.

"Well, Robyn. I best be on my way. Pleasure meetin' ya, luv. Take this, and please, do not tell anyone that you have seen me." He finished rather politely. He lifted a jade pendant from his neck and handed it to her.

"Oh, no. You don't have to give me anything, I won't tell." Jade said.

"I want you to have it. A jade for a Jade." The attractive pirate replied. He took the pendant and put it over Robyn's head. Robyn had thanked him, and he had quickly dashed off behind some large plants, intending to keep on his way.

"Wait! What's your name?" She called. Jade waited, and received a deep-voiced reply.

"I am…" He paused and didn't think she'd tell anyone, so he decided, oh, what the Hell? "Captain Jack Sparrow." Then he was gone.

Prologue

-Part Two-

Three years later

She remembered his words. "…No good can come of it." He had said. But he was wrong. She had been thankful she had met him, even if it was just once. She'd hoped and wished for years that he'd come back to Port Royal, but she had never seen him again. Jade had asked a few people she knew if they had heard of him, but never mentioned that she had once met him. She received a few stories about him in return for her question, the ones that stood out, were about him being named the chief of some islanders, one of him being the victim of mutiny, in which he escaped the uninhabited island he was marooned on, fell under a terrible curse that had consumed his mutinous crew, and then killed his former first mate in revenge, and got his ship back. A ship that happened to be The Black Pearl. Jade gasped when her friend Marie had told her that last fact. She didn't know what to think of that. Captain of The Black Pearl…but he had seemed so nice. Well, for a Pirate.

Even though Jade knew of this, she also knew that she did not know much of The Black Pearl, and she continued to think of it's Captain. She had heard many stories of it, and it's ghostly appearances, but then, she had never actually seen it. She knew that it was a ship of gigantic size, had tattered, black sails, and may or may not be a ghost ship. She knew that The Pearl was known to disappear with the fog…

Still, Jack, Captain Jack had been the object of her fantasies and the comforting thought that filled her mind when she needed it, or him. She had never felt this way about someone before she met Jack. And yet, she knew that she technically did not know him at all. She wondered how that worked. Jade was a tough girl, and any man that tried to love her, had always failed miserably and gave up. This usually satisfied her, because she had no interest in those men. She knew enough about Jack to know that he could match her personality, and unlike any others so far, keep up with her, just fine. She just knew. Or at least hoped. But she had convinced herself that she knew for sure.

Jade had always loved to write, even though she didn't see herself having an amazing talent for it. She just loved that she could get away from her life, and she had always made her stories her own. Most were written down by the ocean where she felt the most safe, and more importantly, free. She wanted to stay out on the ocean where she would always be free from the shackles of the land and life. This was part of the reason that the life of a Pirate looked so appealing to her. She had always preferred the sea to the land. The Governor had never much liked that. He'd told her that she should spend more time back at home, working on her studies. Also, once a rather snappy teacher that Jade had had, once not so wisely stated,

"If people were meant to stray from the land, we'd of been born with fins and gills. And it seems to me that we don't have those things." Jade had sarcastically replied "Is that not what ships are for?" Then he added, shrilly, "Ships sink!" The teacher had then abruptly raised a threatening hand, to Jade's surprise. Before it could land, the hand was caught by Jade's brother, and that teacher was immediately fired, and Jade had only seen him once since that day. He was down at the marketplace, as was she, and as she was examining an apple, the teacher walked up, bent down slightly and whispered loudly in Jade's ear, "They sink, Ms.Turner." Before quickly walking away. Those had been a couple of very confusing days, to be sure.

Today, Jade had written another short story, which, like most, was about Captain Jack Sparrow and her having exciting and dangerous adventures at sea together as Pirates. As she sat in the seat of the large open bay window of her room in the Governor's mansion, warm sunlight and the sweet Caribbean air flooded in. Jade closed her eyes and smiled, then continued to look out at the calm blue-green water, and pretended she was on it, on a ship, sailing off into the warmth of the sin, never to return. She had always wished she was a Pirate, and much to the Governor's disgust used to pretend to be one as a child. Jade was lost in feeling and thought. She didn't notice Will at her door.

He watched her for a moment, and then a tear rolled down her cheek. Jade never cried. Or at least very rarely, because she usually could handle what life threw at her without getting to that point. She was a very strong person, but a person, all people, man or women, young or old, can only take so much. Will's heart seemed to collapse on itself. He walked in, and over to Jade. He wrapped her up in his arms. She accepted his embrace and rested her head on his chest as if she had known he was there the whole time. He sighed quietly. "Oh, Robyn. Your problem is that you're too much like me. Even just a little bit seems to be too much." Will pet her hair and she let the tears fall. He knew that she was very embarrassed for crying, but he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. This was his job. "You want to be out there, don't you?" He asked, quietly.

"So much. I can't stand it. I want to get away…I need to get away." She replied slowly.

"Me too." Will agreed as he wiped a crystal tear from her cheek with his thumb. "I hate it when you cry." He whispered softly.

"I don't deserve to have you around…" Jade sighed and did her best to stop crying for Will's benefit, if for anyone's. Even though she thought she should punish herself and cry for just a little longer. In a few minutes, she managed to stop. She knew Will would always protect her. It made her sad, she knew that he mustn't have had anyone to do this for him, growing up.

They pulled away, and took a seat on the edge of Jade's bed.

"You're fifteen now. I should tell you…" Will started slowly, cautiously. Jade looked up at Will curiously. He sighed. He knew he had to get it over with. "Our father wasn't a merchant sailor." Jade couldn't have even tried to guess what Will's next sentence would be. She wished he would spit it out and stop her racing mind before it crashed forcefully into a brick wall.

"Huh? What?" Jade asked, both surprised and confused. Will took this as a sign to continue.

"Our father was a…he was a Pirate." He looked relieved to have finally said it. She stared at Will. She laughed.

"You're kidding, right?" He stared blankly back at her and into her dark, illegible eyes. He never could read them. They never seemed to show signs of her sadness, her happiness, confusion, or any other emotion. They weren't empty, either. They were just sort of…walled up, blocked. She gave him an unsure, half smile. "You…aren't kidding…?" She asked uncertainly when she got no immediate reply.

"No. He was called Bootstrap Bill. A feared Pirate and a good man." William wasn't sure of what else to say. Robyn sat, her mouth agape in reaction to the news she last news that she had ever expected to receive.

"A…Pirate?" The words escaped slowly from her lips. She continued to stare at Will unrelentingly while she mulled over a response, reaction and which of a lot of unasked questions that were floating around in her mind, to ask first. Will nodded in response to her remark, but she barely noticed even though she was staring right at him. Or more accurately, through him. Will wasn't sure how she was taking the news. "I think you have some explaining to do, Will." Jade stated, curiously.

"I 'spose I do…" Will started, knowingly. "Well, I'm not entirely sure where to start, but here goes…Mother and Father met in England, years ago. At first they hated each other, but after awhile, they changed their minds. They had a relationship, then got married and had me. When I was very young, a few months at best, our father knew that he had to leave for the Sea. We were running out of money, and our father was unemployed, and no one would hire him, one, because he was a Pirate, and two, the people that didn't know that he was a Pirate knew he was a sailor and didn't really have any skills to offer on land…" Will paused and glanced at Jade as she absorbed the new information.

"He knew that he had to make some money, fast. He was running very short and eventually, there were no choices anymore. He had to go. Mother didn't want him to leave, but she didn't protest as much as she wanted to because she knew money was scarce, and that the land was no place for a Pirate to remain for long periods of time. Before he left, he cashed in a piece of jewellery of fairly large value that he had been saving for such an occasion, gave it's earnings to Mother and returned to the Sea…" Will studied Jade, looking for her reaction. All he could really see was surprise, awe and scepticism. He decided that that was a good start. "Shall I continue?" Will asked, lifting an eyebrow carefully.

"Yes, yes." She urged hurriedly.

"Alright, well, before he left, he swore he would not come back without a good amount of money. He didn't want to leave us. He didn't," Will looked deep into Jade's dark brown eyes as to emphasize his last repeated words. "But he knew that he was of much more use to us with money than poor. He sailed the seas for some years, having some close calls and crazy adventures, all the while, his mind back in England. A few years later, I'm not sure how many, he came back with some money. I don't remember ever meeting him--I didn't meet him. But I guess mother was happy to see him. He gave her the money, and reunited with his Captain and crew, went back to being a feared but fair Pirate. Eventually, the crew became in search of a great treasure, found in the Isla de Muerta, an island that can only be found if you already know where it is.

The Captain of the ship, was convinced by his first mate that everything to do with this treasure would be in equal shares, so the Captain gave up the treasure's bearings. That very night, the first mate brought up a mutiny among the rest of the crew. Bootstrap was not for the mutiny, and made that clear. But the first mate was having none of that, so…he strapped a cannon to Bootstrap's boots, and sent him down to Davey Jones's Locker…" Jade's dark eyes widened. Will noted this, but continued.

"After Bootstrap was out of the way, the rest of the crew went on with the mutiny. For either being in favour of it, or just being in favour of not ending up like Bill. So, soon enough, the ship's Captain found himself marooned on an island with nothing but a pistol, and saw his mutinous first mate sail off with his ship. That pissed him off like nothing else. But that's another story…" Will paused again, letting the information sink in a little before continuing.

"The rest of the crew left for The Isla De Muerta, where they found a chest of 882 identical Aztec gold pieces. They knew that there was a curse, placed upon the gold by the Heathen Gods that said that anyone who removed a of piece of gold from the chest would be cursed for eternity, but they chose to ignore it. They took all of it, and spent it all over the place, freely. All the while, ignoring the curse." Will stopped again to catch his breath. "Got it?" He asked lightly, seemingly tired from explaining. But she wasn't going to let him stop now. Jade nodded. "Any questions so far?" Will enquired, hoping he could answer them.

"More than you can imagine, but I'd like to get the story straight, first." Will sighed.

"Then the curse started to take hold on the crew. The more gold they spent, the more things began to go wrong. They knew that things weren't right, and began to believe in the curse."

Jade looked at Will quizzically with a look of bewilderment for a moment before he continued. William went on to explain the rest of the events that had taken place, involving, what he spat sarcastically as "The crew and new 'Captain,'" what had really happened when Elizabeth was kidnapped, what became of the cursed gold, and how the once-marooned, rightful Captain of the ship had been involved in all of the events. But he failed to mention the name of that Captain. Or the name of the ship.

"Long before these events, no more than a year after I had been rescued by the Swann's, you showed up on the doorstep with a note. After Bill was already dead. My aunt Carolyn, that I had temporarily stayed with, after Mother disappeared, went with the story that she died. But when you showed up, that's when I realized that Mother was alive, and she did where I was, and she did know that I was alive. I wasn't thankful that Mother didn't want me, but I was thankful not to be the only young Turner. She actually pretended to have been dead just to abandon me…" Will sighed into the sight of the rays of golden sunlight resting gently atop the currently calm turquoise Caribbean sea…

Will walked up to the window. "I told you part of the story when you returned, but I guess I dismissed the rest. You were at boarding school in London at the time, as I recall. I'm sorry that I did not tell you the rest sooner…" Will sighed again.

Silently, Jade, a.k.a Robyn, silently cursed that boarding school for what had to have been the one-millionth time. At the least. She hated it there. Everyone was mean and she was always in trouble. And if she had not committed whatever horrible offence it might have been, she was being blamed for it.

"And also, I should say, as you will probably find out anyways, so I should tell you, as to avoid your great alarm later. The ship I have been talking about, it's The Black Pearl." Will finally finished.

Robyn's jaw once again dropped. Captain Jack Sparrow of The Black Pearl! That Black Pearl! That must mean that he was the Captain that Will knew? That he went on an unintended adventure with? "And you just failed to tell me this!" She asked, exasperated.

"I'm sorry, Jade. It's a hard thing to explain, and I wasn't sure if you'd want to know…" He said slowly.

"Well, of course I would want to know! Our mother abandoned us, and our father was a Pirate!" She hissed, quietly, so others nearby would not hear.

The two argued for quite awhile longer, exchanging words about why Will had not told her, and that he should have. Eventually, Robyn lied down on her bed, and her hands found their way under her pillow, and clasped a small object that she had recently left there. She pulled it out, and held it in her palm, studying it. It was a small stone bird, on a thin gold chain. The medallion was a little bird in flight, a sparrow to be more exact. It was about the size of a medium sized coin, and looked to be carved from shiny jade. It had one of it's little wings flipped out, and the other at it's side. It's tail had small lines carved into it to separate it's tail 'feathers', had a small, pointy beak, and a single tiny ruby for an eye. Robyn had a habit of staring at it when she was bored, sad, happy, excited, scared, worried, angry…well, when she was feeling almost any emotion. She continued to study it, and polished it with her thumb. After their argument, there was a silence that had not yet been broken. Jade decided that Will was waiting for her to break it, so she did.

"So, we're the blood of a Pirate…" She stated, slowly rolling the words off her tongue.

Will wasn't sure if she was angry, disappointed, or happy about that fact. He had turned to study her, but still couldn't tell. Then a crooked, half grin played at her lips. Will was confused.

"I thought you might like to know why the two of us seemed to be so drawn to…" Will trailed off, not seeming to be able to find the words, but pointed out the window at the beautiful ocean scene before them.

"That would make sense, I suppose. A Pirate…that's very…interesting…" Jade said, still smirking. "Me dad's a no-good bloody buccaneer. He was On The Account and he fed the fish before he could be caught and made to dance with Jack Ketch." She said in a remarkably good (and accurate) Pirate accent, with a straight face.

"You're good at that." Will chuckled.

"You sound surprised." Jade laughed.

Will slowly walked back and sat at the foot of her bed, wondering what she was looking at. He stole a glance. "Where did you get that?" He asked, sounding surprised. His curly dark hair bounced as he shifted on the bed. He held his gaze at the pendant, his dark eyes narrowed as if he recognized it from somewhere.

"I, uh, bought it a few years ago at the marketplace. I like it." Robyn answered, thinking quickly. It may have been three years ago, but she still wouldn't brake her promise.

"I see…it's nice…" William replied at about the speed of a hurried snail. "Say…do you know of someone named Jack Sparrow?"

"No, why?" Robyn asked, forming her words perfectly. She knew that she was a perfect liar. And from what she knew, her record of people finding out the truth about her rarely stated, false words was pristine.

"Oh, just wondering…" Will trailed off.


And thats the prologue. Hope it wasn't too long. Thanks for reading and Chapter 1 should be a bit better :)