A/N: 3…2…1!

All I can say now is its finally here! Revenge of The Mystic is completed and now we are going back 18 years to see the beginning story of Lia Sparrow before she became Lia Sparrow and how she got such a name. Oh, just so you know. There was no exact date in the movie so I made a guess with the date based on historical info on Port Royal and I just subtracted so and so years and created a date that would work. Now I'm going to go off and dance like an idiot in celebration while all you little people read this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jack Sparrow (sadly) or anything from POTC.

Let us go back…

Journey through the waves of time and unlock the door to the past...

Witness the vision of this life...

Prologue
:Plymouth in Devon, England- 1649:

The vast obscurity of nighttime gradually descended upon the eventful city of Plymouth. Yet the city still thrived. The many taverns were filled with life and the tuneless melodies of drunken laughter filled the streets that flourished with the women of the night whose business considered of seeking pleasurable company.

A misty fog billowed softly along the ground. A cold night indeed as was most of the days spent in Plymouth, Devon but that was nothing to stop the activities of the night.

Past the town, down by the sandy beach on the docks stood a grand ship waiting to set sail for the ocean horizon, The Black Pearl.

Its black sails rippled softly along the night breeze, the crew hard at work. All but one hustled and chattered as they hurried back and forth the gangplank, loading the ship with necessary supplies for that journey known as freedom.

Captain Jack Sparrow had taken refuge to England after his whereabouts in the Caribbean islands were tracked by the East India trading company

He managed to give them the slip by fleeing the Caribbean altogether and setting sail for Europe where he eventually docked in Plymouth.

He had taken it upon himself to find a tavern and quick, for we all know what a precious substance rum is to this peculiar pirate captain. Shortly after stumbling into a well know tavern, known as "The Poor Man's Wealth", he met a beautiful young girl of eighteen who, to Jack's surprise, owned it

Well to make a long story short, most of his stay in Devon was spent with this young woman. Sharing his stories of the sea as she listened with such wonderment, helping her sneak out of the tavern (which was also her home) at dusk to retreat to his ship where they would satisfy their undeniable craving for each others' touch.

Now a few weeks later, Jack found that it was time for him to set sail for wherever the seas would take him. A soft rumble tore through the sky, interrupting his thoughts as he gazed up at the grey colored sky.

Definitely looked like rain.

Taking one last look at the city, he placed his leather tricorned hat on top of his head and turned towards The Pearl.

"Looks like rain." he stated as he swaggered toward the gangplank.

Jack's first mate, Hector Barbossa looked up to the sky to judge for himself. Lightly stroking his beard, he looked down to Jack from the gangplank.

"Aye, and what would be yer plan, Cap'n?" he asked with a dour look.

Jack pondered this for a moment, ending with a sly smirk, "I think we'll make do. No storm can dare make a fool out of Cap'n Jack Sparrow."

"Already too late for that…" Barbossa hissed under his breath as he stood up from his crouch, trudging up the gangplank.

"Jack!"

Jack looks up to the dock to see the young woman running urgently toward him. Her brown hair flew wildly behind her as she ran.

He quickly straightened up at the sight of her, not sure of what to do. He sighed deeply, putting his hands on his temples as he approached her.

"I'm so sorry." He starts, hands pressed together in front of him as if praying.

Jack well indeed had prepared himself for this. Unknown to the young woman, he had absolutely no intention of staying in Devon. Of course it never crossed his mind to tell her.

Typical Jack Sparrow.

"Jack, what is going on?" she said, "I thought…"

Her voice broke and she looked away from Jack, trying to remain resolute. Jack pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to process what he wanted to say.

"Look Emma, this is just the way it is." He said as if it was apparent. Emma grit her teeth in grimace at his words. For the first time she understood what many have said about this pirate captain.

Captain Jack Sparrow was not a man to be trusted but Emma, being a woman of reason, pushed those feelings aside. She never would have thought of kicking herself, a fool to not believe.

The truth of the matter was that Emma had a deep secret concerning Jack. She knew in her heart that she had to tell him

That had been her reason for running out as she had; Jack had a right to know

"Look, all I can say is I'm sorry." Jack said, the guilt starting to hit him, "My life belongs out there," he motioned with his hands toward the ocean, "I don't have time to go gallivanting."

Jack spoke with a pleasant tone, trying to lift Emma's mood but her face didn't change from its somber look.

"Jack," she spoke softly but serious, "I have something to tell you."

Jack raised his eyebrows expectantly as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face. Emma pushed his hand away, thinking for the better.

Her eyes darkened as she met his gaze, "I think you should just go."

She lightly pushed him away. He stumbled back a bit, perplexity grazing his features. He knew quite well that that was not what she had intended to say. From the look she gave him, he knew it had to be serious.

"Jack, we best be off now!"

Jack turned to see Barbossa at the wheel, looking quite impatient at the sudden holdup of Jack and Emma. He was right to be inpatient, for if they didn't leave now, they would not beat the imminent storm

Jack turned back to face Emma. With nothing more to say, he simply shrugged and turned to the ship. Emma watched with tearful eyes as Jack stumbled up the gangplank

Emma's tears continued to stream down her face as she watched The Black Pearl sail away. The moonlight shimmering off the ocean made it rather visible against the night sky.

Angrily she wiped away the tears as an emotion she never knew she could feel rose inside her.

Hate.

Slowly she lowered her hands from her face and pressed then to her stomach, fingers sprawled out. Maybe it was best that she didn't say anything.

She smiled warmly as she thought of what was to come, for her "little secret" growing inside her belly.

"Everything will be fine." She whispered reassuringly as she started to walk away from the docks, "I will take care of you."

Taking one last look at the departing Black Pearl, Emma headed back home with the thoughts of Jack completely abandoned from her mind and replaced with the concerns for her unborn child.

A/N: :Sarcastically: Gee! I wonder who is the unborn child…

LOL! Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And again, I would like to say thank you for the MANY reviews on ROTM. Also another small note but this story may not be accurate according to the historical things about Devon. I looked up as much as I can online but didn't really get much that could help, so I had to build on scratch and things I remember from school about this time period. If anyone has any sources then let me know.