Ok, First story. Be easy. Please.

Disclaimer: I don't own PotC...I so want to own it though!

Prologue

I don't know how to really begin my tale. I don't know if anyone would believe it. I don't even know if I believe it. But, all tales begin somewhere and somehow. Mine starts like this.

I will never forget when my mom told me about my family's history. I was only seven at the time. My mother, my sleeping five year old sister and I were sitting on a beach, outside our home in Charleston, South Carolina. It was just before sunset and I was playing with an odd but pretty silver locket that my mother had given me early that day.

"Look my pet!" My mother said, and I saw her pointing to the horizon.

I watched as the sun touched the water, and I saw a green flash of light. My big, curious, seven year old eyes widened. "What was that mommy?"

"That was the Green Flash of Davy Jones. It means that a soul came back to the dead from his locker." My mother explained.

"Who's Davy Jones?" I remember asking.

My mother sighed. "He was your great, great, great, great, great grandfather. He was the captain of the ship called The Flying Dutchman. A long time ago, he was told by the goddess Calypso, your great, great, great, great, great grandmother, that he needed to take the souls that died at sea to the other side and every ten years, he could come ashore to be with Calypso. But, when the first ten years past and he came ashore, she wasn't there."

Well, I was a smart seven year old and I knew what she was talking about with the souls and all that, but, I didn't know why Calypso wasn't there to see Davy. "Why wasn't she?"

My mother smiled. "She was a goddess of the sea, my sweet. If you were a goddess, would you want to stay in one place?"

"No. I guess not." I said. "But what happened to Davy Jones?"

"Well, the poor man was heartbroken, and he became a monster." Mother explained. "So, he stopped his job and became the deadliest thing in the ocean, but he never got over Calypso."

"Really?"

"Yes. That locket you wear now…it was Calypso's. Open it." I obeyed her, and a sweet and strange tune filled the air. "You are a daughter of pirates, both you and your sister."

That was how it all began. I learned the truth, and then became obsessed with my family's history, with pirates, the ocean, everything. I did all the research I could on Davy Jones and Calypso, but never could come to the conclusion I wanted. All I got were legends, not truth, and I began to question my mother, and her story. Yet, something inside of me tells me not to give in, and to keep looking and to find the secret to me being Christine Jones, heir to the Flying Dutchman.

Ok, I know it was a bit short, but I'm new to all this. I am open to tips! :)