The Black Pearl was out at sea, breathing in the freedom it had gained once more. It had been three years since she had returned from the clutches of a glass bottle, trapped in Blackbeards ship, the Queen Anne's Revenge. Until she was rescued by the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow. And five years later, she was released by the same sword she had been taken by. And she loved every second of it's beautiful freedom.

On the Pearl, the crew worked hard to keep her in check. At the mast, Pintel and Ragetti cleaned the rugged floors of the ship. They had been apparently 'lost at sea' since the attack of Blackbeard. And they had just been recently found.

"Batten down the hatches! We're going to be experiencing some mild conditions, lads!" Mr.Gibbs, the first mate, commanded the crew. Every since the incident with the Trident of Poseidon, Captain Jack Sparrow had regained his luck once more. The last three years had been quite calm, just doing the average pirate things. However, eventually, it got outdated.

Jack Sparrow sat in his cabin, starring at his compass. He was trying to chart some new waters for him and his crew to sail. It's just the problem was, he'd been throughout all of the Caribbean. Nothing was new. Nothing was happening. The ordinary had just become, ordinary. He wanted to believe there was more out there, because there was. It was just... difficult.

"Come on, you filthy piece of rubbish!" Jack exclaimed.

He had been trying to find a new location for the whole day. Nothing. Just. Nothing.

Just then, Gibbs came in to the sight of his captain struggling to find a new spot at sea.

"Any luck on that headin', Captain?" Gibbs asked.

"Afraid not, Master Gibbs. I feel as if the seas have been too tamed for my liking" Jacks said, taking a large swig of a rum bottle he had on his desk.

"Come now, Jack. The seas have never been tame! You just haven't found a new adventure yet. That's all." Gibbs said.

Jack stared up at his first mate. He was right. Jack had been in MANY adventures throughout the years. But those stories had long ended. He wanted something new. Something exciting. And something that would definitely had not been his fault.

"These past few years have been the only ones that had brought me some decent peace. But I feel as if I should disrupt that peace" Jack said.

"Well, then" Gibbs started "There's always a new adventure waiting at the horizon"

Jack looked down at his compass, a frown forming on his face.

"I fear my horizon is ending"