You Will See
By: Johnny-cakes-Depp
Rating: T (PG-13)
Genre: General/Romance/Adventure
Summary: Daniel Jack Sparrow Sache is the son of a Cherokee Indian maiden and a white soldier. He has always wanted to see the ocean and now he is on his way to fulfill his dream. Anamaria is a slave in Georgia on the run to find her freedom. What happens when these two paths cross?
Author's Note: This is something I think is completely original. I hope that you all really enjoy this story because I have thought and worked long and hard though I have only written this first chapter.

"Speak in your native tongue, Sparrow," she said in the Cherokee language. He replied back in English knowing his grandmother would not understand.

"I am speaking in my native language Grandmother."

"You are so defiant! You get it from your father. I should have never let your mother marry that white soldier." He listened to her ramble in the Tsaligi language for a few moments before going outside. He heard his elder screaming even as he continued to walk away from his village. Finally he got to the top of the hill and look down at his home. The grandson look to the east of his place atop the hill, there were miles and miles of land as far as the eye could see. He tried as hard as he could to see the ocean but lo and behold it was too far for his eye.

"u-wo-du-hi," he said to himself. He looked down at his skin. It was lighter than everyone in his village except for his father who had only begun to live permanently a few years ago after he withdrew from the navy. His hair was long and thick down his back the color of chestnut. His eyes were beautiful with their light brown hue. Many fathers from other villages had heard ofhim and no less than demanded him to wed their daughters. He was popular within the village as a trouble maker but that did not stop the girls from loving him.

"Son." The young grandson turned around quickly surprised to find that someone had caught him unawares. A tanned white man with shoulder length brown hair and a scraggly beard had produced the voice.

"Father," he nodded.

"What are you doing up here Jack?" his father was the only one to call him Jack. Everyone else called him Sparrow, his Indian name.

"I'm looking at the sacred land. U-wo-du-hi," he sighed sitting down on the hill.

"It is beautiful isn't it?" his son only nodded. "Sacatowa told me what happened. You have to speak in Tsaligi at least some of the time. They'll think I'm raising you to be like the white men."

"What's wrong with that?" he asked dryly.

"What's wrong with being Cherokee?"

Sparrow rolled his eyes putting his arms on top of his knees. "You tell me to embrace my mother's lifestyle but to forget yours."

"I want the legacy of the Cherokee to live on."

"A legacy that has no part of you. You're from Virginia where your father was a slave owner, your great-grandfather's from London, England and you fought in the Revolution."

"Sacatowa was right you are disrespectful."

"She never said I was disrespectful. She said I was defiant. As much as I hate to speak Tsaligi I understand it." His father sighed and sat down.

"I did not follow you up this hill to fight with you. I came to tell you that I know that you plan to run away. I also know that it is because of me. I have filled your mind with so many tales of the ocean that you are curious and it's starting to control you." Sparrow was shocked.

"How did you know?"

"I know that you plan to leave by next week. I know that your grandmother will cry and your mother will weep. Your grandfather will be sad and the girls and their fathers of many tribes will be distraught. I know that you're curious to see other white men, the Africans, the Hispanics and the many lands of the world but most of all you are curious to see the ocean."

"You know me most of all father."

"Good luck and have a safe journey," his father said walking down the hill.

"Early farewell," he said and laid back to watch the sunset.

A/N: Okay ppl! Here is the first chapter! Please tell me you like it. Because it really will get interesting I promise. Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review!