~Author's note~

I know that this is a bit different from my other stories, but I had an inspiration.

~Alyssium~

Prologue

"Dad, dad, look what I found!" cried the young boy. He ran towards his father, and an utter look of amazement spread across his face. Slowly he opened his hands to reveal a tiny, green speckled frog.

"Look dad, look!" cried the boy again,

"Look at what I've found!"

"Jack, I really don't have time-"

'Just look!!" insisted his son.

"Jack! I'm really busy, son, maybe another time-" his father started, sounding quite impatient.

"But you always say that!" Jack yelled, his tome matching his father's as he held the frog up for his father to see.

"Jack, I said no!" his father yelled as two anger lines appeared across his forehead. He was stressed beyond stressed, the last thing he need was a boy to distract him from his ever persisting work.

He carelessly batted his son's hand away, and the frog, happy to be free, quickly leapt out of Jack's hand.

"Dad, look wha-"

"DAMNIT JACK, I SAID NO!!!" His dad yelled, the furry in his voice was unmistakable as he raised his had. Jack immediately flinched and prepared himself for the pain that was about to come.

But it didn't come, and the next thing Jack heard was his father's voice saying,

'Bill, I wasn't expecting you until later…"

Jack looked up to see his father's college and best friend in the world, Bill Thompson. Bill was a short, fat man, with a round, pink face that always reminded Jack of a pig. He was younger than Jack's father, but unless one was told this, one would have never guessed ny the way that the two men treated each other.

"Are you sure that I'm not interrupting something, James?" Bill nodded towards me, his sanding hair waving with the breeze.

"No, no we were just finishing up." James sent his son a stern look, but when his head turned back to Bill, his face was all smiles.

"I expect this mess to be cleaned when I get back, boy!" His father commanded as the two best friends walked out the door.

Jack muttered an unheard,

"Yes, sir." Then he made to clean the mess that he did not make. After the mess was cleaned, he went to find the frog. He found him cuddled into a corner of their kitchen.

"There you, little froggy," he cooed as he stroked the frog's back,

"That is what I'll call you, little. And you'll be my "Little Sparrow. And I'll keep you as a pet for ever and ever." He said this as he moved to his bed. The straw rustled as he shifted himself so his back was against the straw, the frog still resting in his palm.

"You will definitely like it here, won't you?" The frog just stared at him, a blank expression on his face. The boy waited another minute or two. The frog still did nothing.

"I'll take that as a yes." And that's where he spend that rest of the night, talking to his frog. Soon he was asleep. The frog, seeing this as an opportunity to escape, jumped off of Jack's hand as slipped through a crack in the door.

Jack awoke to the morning sum seeping through the bedroom window. He rolled over, his Dad's mat was empty. That meant that there would be no fishing down at the creek as promised.

Jack sighed, he was used to his dad making promises and never keeping them, but this was different. It was his birthday, and today he was now 10 years old. And what more could a ten-year-old ask for than a fishing trip with his dad? But no, Jack mused, there would be no fishing trip, and he silently doubted if his dad had even remembered his birthday.

He got up and dressed in silence. Then he headed to the kitchen. It was empty, just as Jack was expecting, yet he still felt disappointed. He was about to go outside when he saw a note flutter to the ground.

Dear son,

Don't expect me to be home tonight or for the next couple of days. I have been promoted to Capitan! Capitan! And I will be traveling for the navy to help defeat our bloody enemies that have been attacking our shores for sometime. I will see you when I get back, make sure the house is in perfect order.

Your father,

James Sparrow

Jack's eyes dropped, so he had forgotten…

If there was anyway to spend more time with him… Then suddenly, Jack's eyes widened in the epiphany,

Spend more time with him! That's it!

Quick as a flash, he got his hat, put Little in his pocket and ran out the door towards the dock.

"So this is how it began. This is how I went from a small boy of ten, to the infamous pirate Capitan Jack Sparrow. I know it's hard to think of me as small boy, but trust me, love, I was cute even then. Sometimes the actual story is better than the tales… savvy?"