AN: Okay I need one review telling me they want more so I can do the next chapter. This is my actual first POTC fic. From Dawn Until Dusk is written by my sister. And it has nothing to do with this fic. This story will get better. I promise. And Davy Jones will most definently be in this fic. Disclaimer: I own Jessa and everything about her. I don't own POTC Disney does. Though I wish I owned Davy and Will. Well here is the first chapter.

Chapter 1: Captian Returns

"15 men on a dead man's chest...Yoho...And a bottle of Rum!" sang the grimy and intoxicated Mr. Gibbs.

It was a warm foggy night on the Caribbean ocean. And the crew members of the Black Pearl more than welcomed the slight smooth breeze that the night brought with it. And there was one person who welcomed it more than the others.

Gibbs downed a long swig from his rum bottle and bellowed up to the crow's nest,

"ANY SIGN OF 'DE CAPTAIN YET LASSIE?" he said in a slurred tone. Thanks to the vile bottle in his filthy hands.

There was movement from the crow's nest as a young girl around the age of 16 pulled out her spyglass. There was no sign of Captain Sparrow any where. She leaned out of the nest and stared down at the drunken first mate, "No sign of him Mr. Gibbs!" she replied. She just got a indiscernible remark from him. Oh how she hated that awful stuff.

But that was only Jessa Sparrows opinion against a whole Rum Lovin' crew of her rugged pirate father. Yes her father was the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow. And you had better believe it otherwise the Captain would have you thrown overboard. But Jack Sparrow being her father wasn't half as insane as who her mother was. A very good friend of Jacks when he was younger and the two had shared many adventures together. The Jamaican lass had been swept away by Jacks charm and Jack had been swept away by her earthy smell and the excitement he felt when she just looked at him. They had fallen in love at first site. Jack Sparrow and Tia Dalma. Yes the most renown Gypsies Queen in the whole Caribbean.

"99 men on a dead man's chest...Yoho...And a bottle of RRRRRUUUMMM!" came the loud slurred voice of Mr. Gibbs.

"That man is going to drive me insane one of these days." Thought Jessa coldly. "He'll pass out in 3...2...1" SLOOMP. A satisfied grin spread across her soft light cocoa colored face. Jessa peered down to the deck below to see the first mate sprawled across the deck.

Jessa relaxed back into the little perch at the top of the Pearls mainmast. It was a quite evening on the calm ocean and the waves made tempting lullaby for Jessa. Jessa had always had a passion for the sea and she had finally been able to join her fathers crew 4 months ago. She had thoroughly enjoyed her time at sea even though she was just beginning to learn the ropes of sailing.

Jack was teaching her how to be a pirate. Yes Jessa called her father by his name. Actually if the truth be told he had told her to not call him 'father' and either call him Jack or Captain. Jessa preferred calling him Jack instead of Captain because she felt that she was still calling him father in a distant related sort of way.

Jessa saw a slight movement in the water a ways away. She pulled her scope from her old worn leather belt, snapped it open and looked through it. Even at this time of night Jessa was able to see through the scope. The moonlight showed pure white that night.

As she collapsed the scope and stuck it back in her belt an amused grin spread across her half Jamaican features. "GET UP YOU TUBS OF LARD!" she yelled to the lounging crewmen below her. "CAPTAIN JACK HAS RETURNED."

And she clambered down the ropes and to the deck and awaited the arrival of her father. Captain Jack Sparrow had returned to the Black Pearl.

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