Author's Notes: Hi everyone! I decided to take a break from the YGO fandom, and have come to torment that of PotC.  *evil grin*

About this fic: The format's going to be a bit odd.  I'm going to have a chapter that takes place in the present *like this one, for example*, followed by several chapters that take place in the past.  Please give me a bit of lee-way with this; it's the only way I could think of that would make it work.  So, that said…

Disclaimer: "Pirates of the Carribean: The Curse of the Black Pearl", its characters, plot, etc. etc. do not belong to me… although I really wish they did. T . T

What to blame this on: The prodding of my friends, MOVE, "Kiseki no Umi" by Sakamoto Maaya, my seeing PotC 5 times, Lord of the Dance music, Xenosaga, and my constant need to know the pasts of characters. *nods* …Oh. And nachos. Can't forget the nachos…

Dedication: This is dedicated to Shelly Woo, who spoke to me and said, "Lizzi, you should write a PotC fic!"; to Aithne, for hounding me to write – "So, how's YOUR fic coming?!"; and finally, to Johnny Depp, for making his character so damn intriguing. ^ . ^;;;

Chapter 1: Remembering

            It was a typical day in the Caribbean; the sun was high in the sky, the breeze from the sea was just right for keeping one cool, and the water shone a brilliant blue-green.  It was on days such as this that Captain Jack Sparrow loved his life.  He loved the steady rocking of the ship beneath his feet; he loved the way the sea's salty spray felt on his tanned face.  But most of all, he loved to get away - the ocean was his freedom, and there was no greater joy than freedom.

            "We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot, drink up me hearties, yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."

            The man's voice soared over the crashing of the waves against the Black Pearl's hull, giving it a strangely distorted sound.  It was the most magnificent thing he'd ever heard.

            "We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Maraud and embezzle and even highjack, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."

            A second voice joined Jack's own, and he glanced over his shoulder.  Gibbs stood behind him, looking quite amused.  Jack flashed him a lopsided, gold-tinted grin, before the two continued together, "We kindle and char, inflame and ignite, drink up me hearties, yo ho! We burn up the city, we're really a fright, drink up me hearties, yo ho! We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves, drink up me hearties, yo ho! We're devils and blacksheep; really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."

            Jack paused, as if waiting for something, and Gibbs followed suit, looking at Jack inquisitively.  At Jack's nod, they finished the song, AnaMaria's soprano joining their makeshift chorus.  "We're beggars and blighters; ne'er do well cads, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Aye, but we're loved by our mommies 'n dads, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!"

            This last, the trio shouted at the top of their voices, and the wind carried the song out to sea.

            "Really bad eggs, are we, Cap'n?" AnaMaria asked lightly, motioning to herself, Gibbs, and the rest of the crew.

            "Aye, the worst!" Jack replied, his brown eyes sparkling with mirth.  AnaMaria nodded approvingly, then sauntered off from whence she'd come.

            "You're certainly in a fine mood... are we almost to Tortuga, then?" Gibbs asked, stepping up next to Jack to peer at the horizon.

            "Aye," was the calm response.

            "We 'ave business there, or are we just going to re-supply?"

            The shorter man shrugged nonchalantly.  "We could stand to re-supply; let the crew rest up some. That storm left the Pearl a bit worse-for-wear; I don't want to take any unnecessary chances, savvy?"  Gibbs nodded, knowingly.  Jack continued, "Do me a favor? Go tell the lot to expect to reach port by sunset."

            Gibbs looked surprised.  "That soon already? I didn't notice we were that close. Aye, I'll tell 'em for ye."  Jack bowed appreciatively, and with a final nod, Gibbs made his way back to the main deck; Jack could hear him hollering the news to the crew.

            He sighed, softly, staring at the point where the sea met the sky.  He didn't quite feel right telling anyone - not even Gibbs - the true reason for his decision to stop at Tortuga.  What could he say?  'Many apologies, but I'm feeling a bit nostalgic after killing me once-best-friend.  We're stopping in Tortuga so I can end one chapter of me life and begin another.'  They wouldn't understand; no, it would be better to keep it to himself.

            He thought back on the song.  The last verse had always gotten to him for some reason, and he finally realized why.  'I wonder...' he thought to himself.  'What WOULD Mum think if she could see me now?  Her only child; a pirate.' He pictured the expression he thought she would have worn - if he were alone, he might have laughed aloud.  As it was, he merely grinned and shook his head.

            At that moment, he heard Gibbs's footfalls as the man reappeared at his side.

            "Ah've told them what ye said," he reported.  Jack nodded approvingly.

            "Tell me, were they happy to 'ere it?"

            "O'course they were!" Gibbs laughed.  "Lazy bunch, the lot of 'em! Nothin' on their minds now but what they're to do once we arrive."

            The two stood in silence for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts.  Gibbs eventually cleared his throat; Jack glanced at him in question.

            "Eh, yer bein' awful quiet now, Cap'n," he pointed out.  "Somethin' the matter?"

            Jack shook his head.  "Nothing in need of worrying over," he replied.

            "Are ye certain, Jack? Ye've been up here all night and all day; aren't ye tired?"

            Now that Gibbs mentioned it... Jack nodded reluctantly.  "Only a little."  He would have laughed, but he was suddenly cut off by his own yawn.  Gibbs tried to hide his amusement.

            "Why don't ye let me take over at the helm and go rest until we arrive?" his friend offered, giving Jack a knowing look.

            "Alrigh', alrigh'..." Jack agreed, waving his hands in a dismissive gesture.  "I'll be in me quarters, then."  And with that, he swaggered off to his room.

            As he lay on his cot, listening to the waves slosh against the sides of the ship, his thoughts began to drift - again, to his mother - and his exhaustion soon won out against coherency as sleep overtook him.


End notes: I don't know how quickly I'll be updating… I have chapter 2 already written, but after that, the going may be a bit slow.  I do all my writing at night, and my sister and I are sharing a laptop at the moment, so I only get it once in a while.  So if you like, which I hope you do, review like mad and maybe I'll get it more often!!! ^_~V