A/N: Welcome back everyone. I know I said I was going to take some time off from Pirates, but I couldn't resist when this story came to me. Please read and review. Let me know if you like the story line and if I should continue.

"The Adventures to Come"

Chapter One

It had been fifteen not-so-long years since Captain Jack Sparrow had returned to Port Royal with his family, Will and his family, and the crew. Somewhere in Jack's mind he wanted to settle down and find a respectable job, but somewhere down the road to self-discovery, he gave up and got lazy. Well, he got even more lazy than he already was.

And it wasn't to say that he didn't do anything all day long. Because in fact, he had become somewhat "domesticated" and helped out a lot around the house.

He also made short runs to surrounding islands when he got itchy and had to sail. Essentially, Jack realized that he was going to live forever, so taking a few years off to raise his children in a relatively stable environment wasn't that bad of an option.

That's right; he'd talked Danielle into a second child. Jack Sparrow had finally gotten the son he so very wanted. He'd come into their world about a year after they made port and they decided to name him Andrew.

Dani and Jack had made a pretty normal life for themselves and their children. They had even started a school for both girls and boys in Port Royal so they would all get an education. And despite their children not wanting to go, they did, on the threat of a most painful death if they didn't. (Thanks to Jack.)

Will had gone back to working in the blacksmith shop, with his son as his apprentice. His daughter, picking up some of the tomboyish-ness of his wife and Dani, also worked one day a week helping him out.

Elizabeth had put her foot down and said no more children. Actually, she had put her foot through the wall when she and Will were having the conversation about more children. That had been a costly repair and Will knew she was very, very serious. But up until that point and almost every strange situation after that, Elizabeth had started to loosen up. She was always going to be strict about her twin children, but she was trying to let them start to lead semi-independent lives.

And on this particular day, fifteen years later, Jack (Will's son) was cleaning up the blacksmith shop while his father had gone out to run some errands for his wife.

He was almost done when the bottom fell out of the wooden crate he was moving for his father.

Jack, completely bored out his mind, disinterestedly started cleaning up the papers. Most were just sappy love letters from his mother to his dad, anyway. And he didn't want to know anything about that. Jack, who was the spitting image of his father, yawned as he put the papers back in the box.

But his eyes grew wide at the sight of some very old parchment that had fallen out of the stack.

He moved the box out of his lap and bent forward to pick up the old paper. Jack carefully unfolded it and looked. It was just what he needed: a treasure map!

But he heard his father's boots outside the door and he quickly shoved the parchment into his shirt.

As Will walked in, Jack shoved the rest of the papers back into the crate and stood up to greet him.

"Get all of mom's errands done, dad?"

"Yes, son. Did you finish cleaning up?"

"Yup, can I go now?"

"Sure, where are you going?"

"To find Marie and Rosemary," he answered as he walked out the door.

"Be home for supper!" Will called out the door to his son's back.

Will wondered what had gotten into his son. Jack usually stayed around to help him so they could walk home together, but today something was different. But Will shrugged and just assumed it was because of a girl, because that's what it has been lately.

Dani was busy with a dress fitting for Marie and Rosemary when Jack knocked on the door. Marie, being his sister, had a mini-panic attack and shooed him away. Rosemary, who appeared to have somewhat of a crush on Jack, decided to flaunt her figure in the new dress, hoping to catch his eye. That was until her mother slapped her shoulder.

"Jack, go wait in the kitchen, they'll be done in a minute or so," Dani smiled. "Help yourself to a cookie."

He smiled and excused himself from the room.

"Rosemary Elizabeth Sparrow," Dani scolded. "You are sixteen years old; you do not need to be…"

"What, mother?"

"Hold on, I'm thinking… you do not need to be showing the whole world what's underneath the dress, let alone that seventeen year old boy."

"Especially since he's my brother," Marie laughed. "I don't understand how you could even…ew…" she sighed. "I can't even say it out loud."

"Go upstairs and change," Dani told them. "I'll finish the fitting another time."

Marie started up the stairs, but Rosemary stayed behind.

"Mom," she started.

"Yes, dear?"

"How come you never get any older?"

"What do you mean?" Dani asked.

"You never get any older, ever. Why is that?"

"I'll tell you when you're older. Now go upstairs and change."

"And mom?"

"Yes?"

"I think we should have a talk about something."

"What's that?"

"A talk about boys and girls. Can we do that later?"

There was stunned silence from Dani. Dani was trying to ignore this whole thing. She figured she'd explain it to her on her wedding night. (They were trying to leave out the fact that Dani was not a virgin when she married Jack.)

"Mom?" her daughter asked.

"Sure, sure," she said, waving her daughter off.

"Are you ever going to be done being girly?" Jack (Turner) called from the kitchen. "And pardon the yelling, Mrs. Sparrow."

"Jack Turner, call me Mrs. Sparrow again and you'll be hanging by your ankles from the nearest tree!" she called back.

Rosemary darted up the stairs to change and came down a few minutes later with her best friend at her elbow.

"What was so important, Jack?" Marie asked.

He stood up and suspiciously looked out the kitchen door, then crept back into the room.

"I found this," he said, pulling out the map.

"Where in the bloody hell did you find that?" Rosemary asked in her father's tone.

"In dad's shop. It was in a box under a bunch of their sappy love letters," he said.

"Is it real?" Marie asked.

"Why would dad have it if it isn't real?" Jack asked back.

"Where would dad get a treasure map?"

"Because he's a pirate," Jack said in a matter-of-fact tone. "We need to go find this."

"Was a pirate. Our parents won't ever go for this," Marie laughed.

"We just need to convince your dad, not ours," Jack smiled and looked to Rosemary.

"No, my mother has made it perfectly clear that there will be no more treasure hunts. She says we have all the treasure we need right here," Rosemary argued.

"Do you really believe that?"

"No, but it's easier than trying to argue with her. Have you ever heard her and my father go on about something? Bloody awful."

"Well, we don't need to tell her, just your dad. Your dad could tell her."

"That'll be easier said than done," Rosemary sighed.