Author's Ramble #1: This is my first attempt at a PotC fic. I hope you all like it. All constructive criticism is welcome.

"Jack! Slow down!" the little girl shouted as she sprinted up the hill, feet slapping against the loose cobblestones. Her golden locks flew out behind her as the wind rushed through them. Her glacier blue eyes glinted dangerously as she approached the crest.

"You are too slow, Constance!" the boy shouted back as she approached him.

Constance collapsed on the ground before him, her breathing coming in short gasps. She peered up at her Jack, slowly taking in his appearance.

Jack wasn't a small boy for his age. He was actually quite tall for a ten year old. His wild, raven hair was tied back by a ragged ribbon. His dark eyes seemed to be laughing at her expense. His sun darkened skin made him appear to be a native of the island, though he was born and raised in Britain until he was seven. The white cotton shirt he wore blew about him, revealing his thin frame. His canvas pants for that of a sailor, tattered as if he had worked on his ship all day.

Finally catching her breath, Constance said, "Why did you bring me up here?"

Jack smiled and sat down beside her. "Look," he answered, gesturing to the scene before them.

The sun was setting over the open water of the sea, casting hues of orange over the sails of docked ships. A calm breeze blew through the trees below, causing them to sway slightly. Shadows fell across the streets below as tall buildings loomed over them. Constance's eyes widened in amazement.

"Wow," she sighed, still taken aback by the view. "This is beautiful."

"It's my favorite spot to watch the ships come into the port."

He was silent for a long time, leaving Constance to ponder the situation that would soon present itself.

"Jack," she began, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over them. "When will you be leaving this place?"

"When I sign on with a ship," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Will you forget about me?" Constance looked up him, sincerity and sorrow filling her eyes.

"Never." He smiled down at her. "You're one of my best friends. Why would I forget you?"

"Will you come back for me some day."

Jack looked at her for a moment, slightly perplexed by her statement. His countenance softened when he saw how serious she was. "When I become a great sailor, I'll come back for you."

"Promise me."

He laughed, "I promise."