A Different Kind Of Dream
Pre Jack/Ana Drabble
Summary: A Seven Year Old Jack Sparrow Avoid His Drunken Mother
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC. Pity though, cause if I did, the sequels would be in mass production.
"Jack!" hollered a high pitched voice from an opposing room, "Get in here, you little bastard!"
The young Jack Sparrow sighed deeply. Why did his father have to leave? And why did his mother have to drown herself in alcohol?
"Hurry up boy!" called his unwanted mother again. He frowned in despair considering his limited options. If he listened to the drunk and went into the room, he would be beaten, but if he hid and she discovered him later, he would receive more of a beating.
He smiled playfully at the thought and quickly, however quietly, scurried into the closet. It was completely filled with barrels of rum and tattered clothing.
Jack sat there, a nearly immobile seven year old, for the next couple of hours, thinking of how he could escape and never return.
'I can commandeer a ship, become captain and then, I will, become the most feared man on the planet, killing all road blocking knaves, and stealing everything I might ever imagine!'
This theory, or rather dream, was all he could think about, though he didn't know that it might someday become reality.
"Captain Jack Sparrow", he unintentionally repeated many times. This simple three word sentence was the only thing in his life that had ever been calming.