Title: Journey To The Past

Author: Ella Enchanted

Rating: PG-13 for now but will probably change later for violence.

Distribution: Sure. Let me know where it's going!

Summary: What was Jack's home life like? Did he have a loving family or girl? Read on to find out!

Disclaimer: None of these characters, places, etc. belong to me. They belong to Disney, ya da ya da ya da. I DO however own any character(s) that did not appear in the movie. Nuff' said? On with the show!

Journey to the Past

Chapter 1: Haunted By Dreams

            Sunlight filtered through the tiny porthole casting a glow to creep across the Captain's face. If one momentarily forgot about his attire one would believe that he seemed almost angelic in his deep, peaceful slumber. A smile crept into the corner of the unconscious man's mouth as he quietly stirred about. Beautiful visions of ice blue crept through his sub consciousness and invaded him like the British Army would. If one could have a peek into his dreams one would take peace in the serine setting that lay there.

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Jack stood on the soft, milky shores of England gazing out into the light horizon. A cool, crisp breeze kicked up the sand into the cold September morning air. The high tide was settling and leaving behind a thick paste of wet sand in its wake. Jack looked around in search of something or rather someone. He carried with him a shovel, a box, and various trinkets. He carried the look of a hobo, carrying his possessions with him and walking the shores at ungodly hours of the morning. Turning at the sound of his voice his eyes fell upon the approaching Lucie. With her she carried a small canvas sack and another shovel. In the dawn's light she appeared rather ghostly.

            She was garbed in a fine, blue, embroidered dress. Blue seemed to be her favorite choice of color in dresses, for she rarely dressed in any other color. Her golden tresses hung loose in her face and blew back in forth with the steady breeze. Jack silently admired her present state. Even in her worst hours, the morning, she was still divinely beautiful. He laughed silently 'She could be on death's doorstep and be turned away by Lucifer himself. For Lucifer didn't accept angels.' Picking up the bottom of her skirt as to avoid getting it completely dirty she stalked defeated over to Jack.

            "Alright Jack, I'm here. Now what's all this about anyway?" She tried stifling a yawn but failed to do so. She covered her mouth with her hand and looked expectantly at Jack for an answer.

            "Guess." He grinned up at her as he hunched over his own bag and started to remove its contents. He removed a small shell, a gold shilling, an enveloped letter, and a child's drawing. Placing the items in the cedar box he placed it down in the soft sand and patted the spot next to him, motioning her to take a seat.

            "Jack it's five o'clock in the bloody morning! I'm in no mood to play games with you, get to the point already! Why did I need to bring a shovel and said items?" She motioned to the bag that lay next to her. Not waiting for a reply she spilled her own contents onto the sand before her.

            "Calm down. Have you ever heard of a time capsule before?" Jack smiled mischievously at her with a quirked eyebrow. He took her trinkets from in front of her and placed them before himself for a look at what she'd brought. He found a small doll fondly known as Emily, her small blue dress up jewelry that her mother had passed onto her ages ago, a gold locket, a withered flower crown, and an enveloped letter similar to his own letter.

            A small smile started to cross her face and light up her lovely features in the soft morning's blue hues. "Leave to Jack Smith to be a sentimental fool." She laughed and playfully pushed him over into the sand.

            "That's such a false accusation!" His pride was wounded at the suggestion that he'd do something so prissy and girly. "No, this is my birthday present to you Lucie-lu. Happy 15th!"

            "Aww, that's so sweet, used toys," she sweetly smiled and lightly laughed at him.

            "Yeah. I know how to please the ladies." He raised his eyebrows up and down while casting her his most seductive look.

            "Save your charm for someone else lover boy. It's no good here." He smiled at the way her features changed when she laughed. She had a sweet, gorgeous face that when lit by humor seemed to grow ever beautiful by the second.

            "You'll come around," he laughed. "So what did you bring?"

            "Well you said to bring my 'dearly loved childhood relics that I was willing to part with for some time'. So I brought Emily. It took some will power but I brought her." She kissed the dolls head and placed it into the box with one last loving look. "I also brought my golden locket. You know how much it means to me obviously since my father gave it to me, but you said I'd get it back soon. All I could say is, you better be right." She softly gathered up the locket and clasped it around Emily's neck and placed it back into the cedar box. " The letter 'containing my deepest, darkest, secrets that are not to be known till said date'." She lowered her voice to mock Jack's and placed that in the box as well. Laughing Jack urged her to continue. "Let's see what else? Oh I brought my flowered wreath." She handed it to him when he gave her a ruminative look. Turning it over in her hands her examined it but still had no indication of its sentimentality. "You don't remember? No, boys don't have any memory at all. It's the crown I made the day we met when we played pirates and princesses." She said the last words slowly as one would do so to make a small child understand something complex.

            "Oh, how could I forget? I was the princess and you were the pirate," he shook his head shamefully at the memory of himself in one of Lady Vaughn's fine silk dresses.

            "Yes, what was your name? Princess Penelope, yes that's it!" She doubled over in laughter while grasping her stomach.

            "So that's not as bad as Captain Eugene Sparrow!" He laughed in mock accusation.

            "What's so bad about Eugene Sparrow?"

            "Please, Eugene is such a girly name. 'Hello, my name is Eugene Sparrow. I like to steal fine linens, clothes, and beautiful jewelry'" Jack raised his voice high to match a girl's voice.

            "But you admit, Sparrow's not such a bad name," she pointed out the fact that he failed to mention he hated Sparrow, but rather Eugene.

            "It's not so bad. Alright, what else did you bring?" He motioned to the small leather pouch.

            "My dress up jewelry, or so it was until you declared it pirate's booty." She placed the last item into the box and turned to Jack. "Alright, your turn. Let's see what Mr. Smith has in store for us."

            "I brought the shell you brought back to me when you traveled to Jamaica. Oddly enough I also brought some 'pirate's booty'." He placed to shilling and the shell into the small leather pouch that contained Lucie's jewelry. "Let's see. Oh, the ever infamous, scandalous letter." He quirked his eyebrow and placed it with her envelope.

            "Is it indeed? What secrets does it contain?" Lucie snatched the letter up into her hands and tried to hold it up to the ever-growing sunlight, trying to see what was written inside.

            "Well seeing as we're not opening this box for awhile, you'll just have to wait to find out." He grabbed it back from her and placed it back in the box. "And last but not least the drawing of you and me the first day we met. Remember you drew it and gave it to me the following Sunday at church?"

            "I remember," she said in a daze as she watched his full, sensuous lips move. She suddenly felt the urge to kiss him creep its way into her heart. Never before had she thought of Jack in that manor. Sure she thought he was handsome and silently asked herself what it would be like to kiss Jack? To love Jack? But she'd never acted upon those feelings before. In fact, she'd usually sweep them aside. 'Out of sight, out of memory' she cynically thought to herself. Now in the dawn she saw Jack in a new light. She admired to way the morning's dew curled his dark, luscious locks framing his face in a handsome manor. She looked into his dark chocolate eyes and gasped at their captivating beauty. They were the darkest brown could be before turning to black. Yet they seemed to be highlighted by streaks of gold and lighter brown. It reminded her of the brown sugar she would watch cook use in the cookies she'd make. She realized that they both had unintentionally started inching towards each other, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. She could feel his hot breath on her own mouth. She could taste the blueberry muffin he had eaten before their rendezvous. His odor of dew, cologne, and that earthly Jack smell set her senses ablaze. They weren't an inch apart before she snapped her head back suddenly. "We…we should start the um, digging." Standing up she smoothed out the creases of her gown and grabbed the shovel that lay next to her. She cast her head down, with a blush spreading across her cheeks and ears, while she scoured the sand for a good place to start.

            "Yes, of course….the…hole. It's not going to dig itself." He nervously laughed trying to collect himself. Picking up his own shovel he followed Lucie's suite and looked for the perfect spot. "I think we need to bury it near the edge of the woods over yonder where the sand meets with the earth's dirt."

            "Yes, the dirt and sand is surely to be the best place." She started her hike in the direction and didn't say another word.

            After about a half hour or so of digging the both whipped the sweat off of their brows and sat down on a stump of wood. "Done!" Jack breathed as he sat down next to her and examined their handy work.

            "So when exactly do we open the box up again?" She started tying her hair back with a blue, velvet ribbon to keep the hot, heavy hair off of her neck.

            "When one of us dies, or when one of us it to be wed. Which ever comes first." Jack collected his shovel and held out his hand to help her up.

            "Let's hope the it's the latter of the two that happens first. We'll I must be going before someone finds out I'm missing. You know how mother worries."

            "Yeah. I guess I'll see you later then?" He suddenly looked down very embarrassed when he thought of what had happened not an hour ago.

            "I suppose so. Would you like to come to tea today, Jack?" She said with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

            "Uh, sure. That would…that would be very nice. Thank you." His heart was soaring with excitement but he tried to play it off casually. It wasn't working. "See you at noon?"

            "Noon." She confirmed. "Jack," he turned around at the sound of her questioning voice.

            "Yeah?" He watched her walk up to him with a determined look pasted across her voice. She stopped five inches in front of him and looked up at him.

            "Thanks for the present." Without another word she kissed him on the mouth. It didn't last more the two seconds, yet it was the best two seconds of his young life thus far. It was chaste, sweet, and soft. He smiled beneath her lips. Pulling away she blushed the deepest crimson he'd ever seen her blush before. Breathless she turned around and started her journey back home. She stopped once more and turned again. "Oh, and Jack?"

            "Yes?" He barely whispered it but she had heard him. Smiling mischievously she placed her hands on her curvy hips and said "Next year, could you just get me necklace or something?"

            Laughing he smiled, "Sure." With that she gave him one last look and took off down the street and towards her house.

            He gazed at her retreating figure until she disappeared behind a stone cobbled building. Still staring at the spot she'd just turned down, he reached up at touched his lips, smiling. 'She kissed me. Me!' Grinning like a Cheshire cat he started for home, his heart lighter than it had been for some time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(End Dream)        

"Jack! Jack! Wake up." Anna Marie violently shook Jack while he lay, sleeping in his warm bed. When shaking didn't ruse the captain Anna Marie smiled and thought of the only sure fire way to wake up the captain. Raising her hand she brought it down directly on his left cheek.

"Bloody Hell!" Jack sat bolt upright in his bed gingerly grasping his assaulted cheek. "Wha' the Hell was tha' for!?!?"

"Mornin' sunshine'!" Anna Marie smiled sweetly down at him. "It's yer turn to take the wheel."

"Love, let me explain one thing to ye." He calmly gazed up at her. "DON'T EVER DO THAT AGIN!" He shouted across the small cabin feeling it reverberate off the walls.

"Well, how else am I suppose to wake ye up? I tried shakin' ye." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him as he threw his jacket on over his vest and shirt. Wordlessly he stalked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Turning around Anna Marie smiled at the welcoming sight of the huge, warm bed calling out to her. Slowly walking over to it, she picked up the sheets and curled up under the depths of their warmth. Suddenly Jack opened the door and stuck his head through. "An' get out of me bed!" He slammed the door once more. Groaning she hoisted herself up and headed down the hall to her small, hard bunk. Laying down she cursed under her breath before she drifted off to sleep, "Bloody pirate!"

Jack took out his compass and gazed down at it for some time. Occasionally he would steer the wheel left, then right, more to the right and back to left. Snapping it shut he gazed out on the horizon and saw the port in the distance. Joshamee Gibbs silently stalked up the stairs and stood next to the captain. "Where to capt'n?"

"Today we're going to stop at Port Jergens. We need rum an' other supplies for our trip." Jack said this while never looking up from his steady gaze.

"Trip capt'n?" Gibbs scatched his head and looked expectantly at Jack.

"Yes, we're to travel to me home town, London." Jack turned to look at a shocked Gibbs.

"Sir? London? What fer?"

"I just got a letter from me old mum an' dad. Apparently I'm to attend a weddin'." The tone of his voice changed and his expression did as well.

"Weddin'? Who's?" Gibbs glared at Jack.

"Lucie's." Jack whispered while suddenly finding the wooden deck vastly interesting.

"Lucie who?" Gibbs was exasperated with Jack's half answers and was determined to get to the bottom of the reasoning of this new journey.

"You know who I'm talkin' about! The girl I couldn't get over 15 years ago when I first boarded the Pearl. Member, how love sick I was?" He made a disgusting sound at the thought of how much of a pansy he was when he first joined the world of piracy.

"Oh that lil whench. I thought ye was over her?" Joshamee sighed having heard Jack's story more than enough times to completely satisfy him for ten life times.

"Course I'm over her! What do ye take me for? A sissy?" Jack laughed while he kept a steady hand on the ship's wheel.

"Then what the bleedin' hell are we goin' to London for'?" Gibbs nearly shouted out across the ship.

"We're goin' 'cause London's the most populated city in England, and the richest too. What with me bein' the son of an aristocrat n' all I'm bound to attend a party or two." Jack's evil grin only grew with each devious word that poured of his lips.

"Oh, I see. Wait! I have a question for ye. If yer an aristocrat's son how come ye don't speak or act like one? Ye couldn't pass fer one if ye tried." He pointed out the ever pressing question in him mind. If Jack was to carry out this plan, Gibbs wanted to make sure that Jack executed it perfectly. They couldn't afford to slip up in that town. The British Navy was heavily armed there and surely wouldn't think twice before ordering an execution. They couldn't chance it.

"Me dear boy. Unlike most pirates I wasn't born one. I became one. I still have a bit of me heritage." Jack smiled at Gibbs. "An' no mother can really expect her son to come back after 15 years out to sea wit out something wrong with his vocabulary."

"Oh, vocabulary. Ain't we oidy toidy?

"Me dear fellow I can snap in n' out of aristocrat within seconds." Jack smugly smiled while he snapped his fingers for emphases.

"Prove it!"

"Alright. Ow kind o' you to let me come," Jack tried as hard as he could to hide the slang and rediscover his English accent. It sounded somewhat English but it wasn't close by a long shot. "So what! Alls I need is a bit of practice."

"Jack. That aint all. Ye don't look the part. An' that P burnt in' yer' wrist doesn't help."

"That's all minor details. Alls I need is some proper clothes an' a clean shave." Jack stroked his two braided beard strands lovingly and grimaced at the thought of having to cut them off. 'Or not' he didn't really want to shave it off unless it was completely necessary.

"An' a hair cut." Gibbs picked up a lock of his hair and jingled it in front of his face.

"No, not the hair. That stays. I'll just tie it back. The hair stays! And that's final, savvy?" Without another word he turned back to the wheel with a 'hmph', ignoring Gibb's cynical glare.

"It'll never work. Tis' noble of ye, but it'll never work." Gibbs laughed and started his trek down the stairs to man the sails. He muttered loud enough for Jack to hear. "All this fer a silly bint of a girl."

Jack glared down at Gibbs and started to think over his plan. 'Would it work? Can I honestly pull this off? If so I'll prove Gibbs wrong and get a hefty bounty of gold!' Jack smiled at the prospects. Things were looking up for him indeed.

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