Disclaimer: I don't own the character of POTC but the plot is mine, mine, all MINE!

This is my first fic please be nice

Will Turner walked through the school gates, hitching his bag higher up on his shoulders. Looking around the playground he spotted one or two people that he knew, yet the one person that made his heart jump into his throat was Elizabeth Swan. She stood with her friends, her school uniform, as always, was perfect with her shirt tucked in and her tie done up properly. This served only to enhance her beauty. Especially compared to Will who looked tall and lanky in his school blazer, which happened to be 2 sizes too big, his tie hung loose over his unbuttoned shirt. At that moment Elizabeth looked round and spotted Will,

'Will!' Elizabeth called before hurrying over to him, 'where have you been'

'Right here, Elizabeth.' Will managed to croak out though his suddenly dry mouth and throat. He glanced nervously up into Elizabeth's eyes.

'I wanted to tell you that I had a dream about you last night' Elizabeth explained

'Really?' Will asked.

'Yes, you Wi-' just then the bell rang loudly across the school yard. Students started moving forward towards the school buildings, crowding past where Elizabeth and Will stood. Just then a tall shadow fell across them, looking up Will saw the long white face of the headmaster.

'The two of you should being heading into class now should you not?'

'Yes sir.' answered Will,

'Yes father.' Answered Elizabeth,

'Well run along now.' Replied Mr Swan. Both students move off though the crowds towards the science building where they had to register,

'See you in English, Will' Elizabeth said as she headed down the corridor towards her classroom.

'Come on Elizabeth' someone ahead of the crowd called,

'Coming' Elizabeth replied running to catch up.

'Bye, Elizabeth' Will softly said still standing in his classroom doorway.

Across the other side of the school the bell still rang as a lone figure strolled through the shadows into the bike shed. Two prefects stood on the other side of the entrance, talking. Suddenly spotting the figure among the bikes they rushed forward.

'Oh! Mate, you have not got permission to be in here!'

'Ah but their such pretty bikes.' Said the figure, tall and scruffy the boy looked as though he had only just woken up. His tan face spoke of time in the sun. His black hair, some of which were beaded, was kept back by red bandana.

'What's your name?' asked one of the perfects named Murtogg

'Smith or smithy.'

'What are you doing in here, Mr Smith?' asked the other perfect named Mullroy.

'Yeah and no lies' added Murtogg.

'Aright then I'll come clean I'm here to commandeer new bike.'

'I said no lies' said Murtogg.

'I think he's telling the truth.'

'If he was telling the truth he wouldn't have told us would he?' argued Mullroy.

'Unless he knows you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it.'

The prefects exchanged confused looks.

'What's going on here' came a sharp voice.

'Ah Mr Norrington this is…' started Mullroy

'Jack Sparrow. You know the school bike shed is off limits after the bell has rung, which I believe it has already.' Stated Mr Norrington.

'he said he was here to commandeer a bike, sir.' Said Murtogg trying to be helpful.

'Yes these are his sir' not wanting to be left out Mullroy bent and picked up jack's bag. He handed it to Mr Norrington who looked through the bag with pretend interest. 'a pen with no additional ink or cartridges, a calculator that doesn't work and well…'he picked out a pencil case and opened it to reveal a couple of guppy colouring pencils '…I half expected it to be empty.'

With a small laugh Mr Norrington marched Jack out of the bike shed detention Mr Sparrow, now off to your lesson.'

There we go.

Hope you like please review; all comments will be welcome good and bad.

Any mistakes are mine as I don't have a beta reader.