Once again…I do not own the familiar POTC characters just the unfamiliar ones…

Eight Years Later

Long brown curly hair, identical to her fathers, blew gracefully behind her in the wind. She sucked in the cool salty sea air, letting the rising sun warm her, a wide smile grew across her tanned face. They were returning home, to Port Royal, after a five day journey, only to come back with a decaying lid of a wooden chest stamped with ancient writing and a silver snake bracelet. She didn't question her fathers choice of treasure but always wanted to know the story behind it, usually she would pester him about it till he broke down, but this piece of treasure seemed to preoccupy Jack and she didn't want to bother him…too much.

She jumped down from the ledge near the prow and ran up to the wheelwhere her father, Captain Jack Sparrow, stood, wardrobe no different, complete with hat and jacket. Looking as young as he did thirteen years ago. She just stared at him with wide emerald green eyes, smiling. He glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you with something?" "When are you going to tell me about it?" she said, walking up to his side, keeping her gaze steady. "About what love?" She gave him a "you know what" look. "Father…" He raised both eyebrows this time. "Daughter." "Augh! The bloody chest lid!" He laughed and stared off into the horizon, at the oncoming dock. "Its something extremely special." "Well you could have fooled me…Of course it is, we traveled a long ways to get it, I assumed it meant something. What's the story? You know that's all I want." she looked up at him with hope. He just sighed. "That's a story for another time love."

She was about to push on but she saw the distant look in his eyes which meant something was going on, she would have asked what but she didn't want to stress him more than he probably was. She let out a sigh and leaned on the railing, staring out at the same docks she first met her father, that stormy night long ago, she frowned. "You think she wrote this time while I was gone?" she asked miserably, already knowing the answer. Ever since her mother left her with Rosemarie, Samantha Jade Sparrow had written her a letter every week, asking for a response but never getting one.

Jack snapped out of his trance and looked at the back of his daughters red leather jacket, similar to his own. "I'm sure she has this time love." He also knew the answer was 'No', but he never wanted to tell Sam that, he didn't want to hurt her, she was still his little girl. Even though she was turning 18 in just three days. She smiled sadly and turned to face her father. "Maybe since I'm turning 18 she sent a letter as a present." How he hoped that were true, he couldn't stand to spend another night listening to his daughter cry. "All the more reason she did." he smiled warmly. She smiled back and turned to face the dock again, awaiting the moment she would step foot on the land she loved the most.

Meanwhile…

"IAN FRANKLIN TURNER! YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" yelled Elizabeth, waiting at the bottom of the grand marble staircase of their vast home. A spitting image of a young William Turner poked his head out from the door by the top of the staircase. He had his mothers eyes but the rest of his facial features were from his father, even the brown shoulder length hair that was now tied back. "You called mum?" he asked in a shaky voice, whenever his mother called his full name meant he was in deep trouble. She glared up at him, taking a deep breathe to calm her. "Get down here…NOW!" she waited arms down and close to the side of her golden evening gown, hands clenched tightly into fists. He sighed and trudged down the steps as if it were a death march. He stood in front of his mother, three inches taller but still under her control, with his head down.

"Would you like to tell me why Commodore Norrington is outside with two officers looking for you?" she asked nostrils flaring. After his falling out and then recovery in the past eighteen years James Norrington had finally regained his title, still with a few marks against his permanent record. "B-because he wanted to ask you on a date and the officers are here in case dad tries to kill him." he answered with a weak innocent smile that she didn't buy for a second. She grabbed him by the ear and forcibly lowered his head to hers "Owowowowow…" "Tell me now or I'll just let him have you." "I might have accidentally set fire to his carriage…" she yanked again. "Ow, ok…while he was still in it…but he was getting out." She huffed and let go, and looked out the window at the officers. Ian straightened and cupped his ear with his hand. "Now what?" She shot him a nasty look that widened his eyes and shut him up. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, you're bloody eighteen years old and you act like Will, he's thirteen and he still acts older than you! Even Isabella who's only eight acts more mature! This is the third time this month the Commodore had to come over. This time you're going with him. No questions asked and I'll try to persuade him to let you out by later tonight. Understood?" He nodded quickly and walked with her to the front door. She opened it and gave Ian a kiss on the cheek. He sighed and marched down the front steps into the carriage with the guards behind him, once all were inside the horses trotted along the cobble stoned streets pulling the carriage along to the brig.

"Elizabeth. May I have a word?" Norrington asked, standing in front of her as she stood in the doorway. "The only thing I want you to tell me is that my son will be home by 6 O'clock the latest, eight hours should be enough. Right?" He sighed, he knew not to argue with her when it came to talking about her children. "Ian will be home at 6 sharp." "Then its settled, good day Commodore." she turned and slammed the door, Norrington thought nothing of the rude gesture, he turned and mounted his horse, riding as fast as to get in all the torture he could in eight hours.

"Mum? What was that all about?" asked Isabella yawning and rubbing her bright green eyes, still in her nightgown. Elizabeth looked up the staircase, she knew Isabella worked alongside Ian, but Ian never admitted to it, he didn't want to get his only baby sister in trouble. She sighed, "Just your brother being taken to prison dear. Now lets get you dressed, Uncle Jack should be arriving soon." She walked up the stairs and guided young Isabella into her room. "Ooooh, prison? Usually he just gets a boring lecture." she said in an excited tone, ignoring the comment about her "uncle". Elizabeth raised her eyebrows as she helped her daughter into a light blue dress. "Would you like to join him then?" Isabella gasped. "Really? I'd love too! Can I mother? Can I?" she pleaded looking up at her mother with puppy dog eyes. Elizabeth shook her head, Isabella pouted and sat down on a white wooden chair and let her mother brush her dirty blonde curls. "I guess we could always ask your father when he gets home." Isabella bounced in her seat happily. "Oh I hope he says yes…me and Ian could play pirates and pretend we've been arrested for stealing treasure from the Queens Royal Navy." Elizabeth sighed and finished brushing her daughters hair, suddenly realizing that she should really explain exactly what Jack does for a living.

I know the first chapter was short…hope this one made up for it…hope you guys like it, I'm a newbie so don't stuff me in a garbage can n roll me down a hill…give me chocolate instead …