A.N. Okay, I came up with this after watching POTC3 which is SO SO SO AWESOME! Anyway, there will be spoilers for POTC3 so don't read if you haven't seen and still want the suprise. 'Kay? 'kay.
Disclaimer: Me own nothing. Me want Jack (especially shirtless, rock throwing Jack) But me have no Jack.
"And so, Captain Jack Sparrow and his mostly loyal crew sailed off to the next horizon..." the old man said, slowly lowering his arms as the last words died on his lips. He looked down and smiled at his captivated audience.
A small girl, about six or seven, stared back at him with a look of awed adoration. She was a thin little thing, with fair skin and a well rounded face. Her light red hair hung all over, but her blue eyes shined with excitement. Were it not for the covers cocooning her, the girl would certainly have jumped from her bed in the small attic room.
"Did that really happen, Grandpa?" she asked, her eyes widening.
The old man's smile widened. It was a magic kind of smile. The kind that seemed to melt away years from his face without touching a single wrinkle upon it.
"Aye, my little Lassie," he said, tapping the tip of her nose with his finger, "It did, true as I'm sittin' here."
The little girl's mouth opened to exclaim something when a sudden snort came from the other side of the room. Both old man and girl turned to look across the room at the snort's owner, a young woman sitting up in her own bed. The older girl had similar red hair and blue eyes, though her face had narrowed with maturity. It was obvious to anyone she was the little child's older sister, yet there was something hardened, colder in her features then those of the little girl. She looked like one whose own fantasies had ended in devastation and she herself had given up on them entirely. Of course, it didn't help that the light from the slim candles sitting on the nightstand beneath the wide window and the last rays of sunset in it cast eerie shadows over the room's three occupants.
"Grandfather," the teenager whined calmly, "Would you please not excite her so? I've lost enough sleep tonight as it is."
"You didn't have to stay up and listen!" argued the little girl, defending her grandpa.
"What else was I going to do?" replied her sister sternly, "Someone has to make sure you get to bed, child."
"That's not your job!" cried the little girl.
"Children! Enough!" the old man's voice rose above the pair of them, "Anne, calm down. Your sister's right, you've had enough excitement for one evening. Elizabeth, let her be. She's young and she will grow."
Elizabeth sniffed at the comment, laid down, and turned her back to the pair. She didn't see the wave of sadness pass through her grandfather's eyes. But as quickly as it came, it vanished as he turned his attention back to the little girl.
"Here," he said, placing his hand to his neck, "I have something for you, love."
The child looked at him curiously as he made a swift jerk and pulled out a thin silver chain, and on it hung a small silver bullet. Seeing the talisman, the little girl gasped.
"What is that, Grandpa?" she asked,breathlessly.
The old man's eyes twinkled mischieviously.
"This," he said, his voice low, "This is the very bullet I pulled from ol' Captain Sparrow me-self."
Anne's eyes grew, if possibly, wider.
"Really?" she said in a whisper.
"Aye," replied her grandfather.
"Was that before or after you shot Barbossa dead?" Elizabeth called out.
Her Grandfather turned to glower at the bed, but said nothing. Turning back to Anne, he carefully strung the chain and bullet to her bed post.
"This has been my lucky charm all my days," he said, "And now I give it to you."
Anne smiled, marveling as the chain swung the bullet back and forth. A moment passed, and suddenly she scrunched her nose in confusion.
"But, Grandpa," she exclaimed, "Where will you get your luck now?"
"I don't need it anymore," said her grandfather with a smile, "I've got you and Elizabeth. Now, into bed. And don't turn those eyes on me, love. I won't fall for it."
The little girl lowered her face, jutting her lip out poutingly as she complied to his wishes. The old man smiled, stood up, and leaned in to give her a kiss on the head.
"Goodnight, love," he whispered kindly.
"Goodnight, Grandpa," came back the innocent reply.
The old man turned to cross the room, ducking beneath a low rafter. Reaching Elizabeth's bed, he gave the young woman a light kiss on her head, but said nothing. He knew he would get not reply if he did. Walking to the window, he pulled up on a string on the floor, revealing a trap door. Turning to the table, he blew out the candles with a quick puff. Fire light immediately rose from the opening on the floor, and the old man descended the steps, closing the top behind him.
Several minutes passed in silence. A creak of bed. Then another creak. Another followed this and then another. Finally Elizabeth flipped over, glaring into the shadows towards her sister's bed.
"Anne, go to sleep," she practically snarled.
"Put the bullet on the window," came back the reply.
Elizabeth jerked back in suprise.
"WHAT?!" she exclaimed.
"Put the bullet on the window," Anne begged, "I want us both to have luck."
"Anne, that's just one of Grandfather's stories," said Elizabeth, "It's not..."
Elizabeth closed her eyes in annoyance and let out a controled sigh. Flipping the blankets off herself, she slowly shuffled to her little sister's bed. Feeling the post, her hand connected with the chain, which she unwound. Shuffling to the window and wondering why she was doing this, she attached the chain to a small knot in the sill. The last remants of sunset reflected against it's surface, making the bullet glow a deep red. Elizabeth rubbed her arms as a shiver ran down her spine. Turning back to her bed, she got in and hurriedly threw her covers back on.
Looking back at her sister, she said, "Now go to sleep."
The order was pointless, however, since Anne's eyes were already closed in slumber. Elizabeth frowned again, before turning over and closing her eyes. She didn't see the sun finally sink into the sea. Nor did she see the flash of green along the horizon.