"That's right… Come to me, Julia!"

Will Turner reached his big, rough hands out to the infant that was taking slow and steady steps towards her father. There was a silly, toothless smile on her pale, round face as she reached out to him as well.

It was a beautiful pink sunset that glazed over the ocean, perfectly seen from the cliff where the Turner house was recently built only four years ago. It was a beautiful stone house that must have taken extra care to seem so humble. A woman with curly light brown hair walked out of this quaint house, drying her hands with a cloth.

"Elizabeth! Come see!" Will called to his wife as the infant slowly came forth. Elizabeth walked over, her bare feet making brushes on the soft grass and kneeled beside her husband. She reached out her right hand and extended her slender fingers to her daughter as she waddled over like a slow-motion penguin.

Much had happened since their adventure with the infamous, half-insane Jack Sparrow. They were married but two months after their return to Port Royal and Elizabeth refused to move into the Governor's house with Will. Instead, they built a friendly little house on a cliff overlooking the harbor. Four years later they found themselves with a daughter that became the center of their world, the apple of their eye! Her grandfather visited almost daily and she loved him dearly, always yanking off his wig or pinching his nose. The Turner family always remembered and appreciated Jack Sparrow and thought he would never return since Commodore Norrington would capture him in a flash.

"Julia! Come to mummy!" Elizabeth said softly. Julia made an innocent giggle sound as she touched her mother's hand with her own. Will placed a hand on both his wife and daughter's hands with a smile. Time seemed to stop in that wonderful, perfect moment. Suddenly, something popped into his head, which he didn't like at all:

This won't last forever…

Will blinked and shook it off. Julia was now looking at him with her big, brown eyes and dimples. She placed her free hand on Will's wrist and held it tight as if this would be her last time touching her father.

Will stood up and when he saw Julia's saddened face, he picked her up and started tossing her into the air. She giggled and flailed her arms, just an innocent child in the company of her mother and father.

Elizabeth stood and smiled at them. "Be gentle, Will!" she nagged.

Will smiled at her and kissed his baby, holding her close to his face and turning towards Elizabeth.

"She looks a lot like me, doesn't she?"

Elizabeth clucked her tongue and said, "She does. A lot like you, but lets hope her attitude doesn't turn out like yours. It's for her own good that we never tell her about Jack. We don't want her to be hurt."

Will's face fell. "What d'you mean? Jack wouldn't hurt her!"

"I mean pirates! Promise me that you will never speak a word about pirates. I would love to tell her about Jack but I don't want her to think that pirates are okay to pal around with, even if Jack is?"

Will sighed and slowly nodded. He learned by now that Elizabeth's word was finale. He put Julia on his shoulders and the happy family walked inside their happy house, expecting a happy life.

Meanwhile….

"WE KIDNAP AND RAVAGE AND DON'T GIVE A HOOT! DRINK UP ME 'EARTIES YO HOOOOO!" Sang a rather drunk Captain Jack Sparrow as he danced around the deck, clucking his heels together. It was just now getting dark and Jack was already as drunk as ten men. Candles were lit on stairs and rails and the crew seemed to be having a party of some sort. Bottles of rum lay everywhere in a mess.

The crew watched in amusement as he did his silly little dance of happiness. They laughed when he fell and popped right up again in a fast recovery. Anamaria had her arms crossed in disapproval as Jack made a fool of himself.

"Dance with me, Annie!" Jack said, holding out a hand to her and swaying.

Anamaria seemed rather annoyed at this and replied, "You're too drunk. You'll probably have a hangover for a month."

"Suit yerself, luv!" he said, going back to his foolish dance and singing, "We're devils an' black sheep, really bad eggs! Drink up me 'earties yo ho! YO HO YO HO! A pirate's life for meeeeeeeeee!!!"

The crew laughed and drank as the night grew. Jack's painful singing carried with the soft wind on this warm summer night. Not a care in the world, these characters had. They were happy as could be and wouldn't dare think of anything that would dull their mood.

What if we never had to worry? What if we could dance and laugh and carry on without a single rainy day? IF is a very complicated word. It means that something could happen, or it might not happen at all…