Summary – After a run in with the Royal Navy and his Father, Jack must decided what he wants in this world.

El Pequeño Gorrión

Chapter 1 –

Captain Jack Sparrow looked to the horizon. He piloted the Barnacle on his own; the Barnacle was small enough so that one really didn't need a crew to sail the small, dilapidated ship. All in all, Jack found it rather lonesome, he had quite gotten used to Jean, Tumen, Tim, Arabella and Fitzwilliam nagging at him about every little thing. Though, Jack had to admit that it was fun manipulating him to go with all of his plans. Even when he actually never meant too.

In the horizon he spotted the thing he had been searching for; the small port city wasn't the one his father had dropped him off at. Captain Teague had given Jack a fresh barrel of apples and dried fish and a full barrel of water. Jack had taken to messing with the ring Captain Teague had let him keep. It was a ring that could control people, but it had been known to do it only twice. Jack wondered why that was. From what he knew of magical objects and such, that usually meant that there was another piece to the puzzle.

Deciding that he would think about it later…Jack tugged at the sails of the Barnacle making it so that the wind pushed the small fishing boat towards its destination at a faster space. Securing these lines, Jack went back to the helm, steering was his favorite job. He remembered as a small boy that he and some others would play on the decks of any great ship they happened to sneak upon. Those knowing who Jack's father was didn't mind much just so long as he and the other boys didn't mess anything up.

Grandma had been rather angry the one time Jack had inadvertently ran away on one of these ships. But those six months at sea had taught him a lot. Of course, Teague had gone after his youngest and brought him back to Pirate Cove. That had been one experience that made Jack's blood sing for the open ocean. Better yet, to be his own Captain, so that he could sail anywhere he so desired.

It took more than an hour to reach the port of Agapetos, which meant "Beloved" in English. Jack only knew this from the little Spanish he had learned from pirates who sailed or lived at one point in time in Hispaniola, Spain or Mexico. When Jack finally got to the small docks – he tied his boat to it and looked around. The only other boats in the port were fishing boats as well – there was a huge Spanish Galleon in the bay as well. Those aboard this ship were dispensing supplies on the other side of the harbor.

Agapetos was a rolling port town full of dark haired, dark eyed people. As Jack transversed the cobbled streets – he could make out some of the Spanish spoken around him.

"¡Pescados frescos¡venido consiga sus pescados!(1)"

"¡Maria, no funciona!(2)" this from a mother to daughter.

"Si fuera mi hija, habría pelado a ese muchacho vivo…(3)"

Jack grinned, this was exactly what he wanted, just a little place to run about in and maybe make some coin. He had absolutely nothing except what Captain Teague had given to him before they parted ways. Now all he needed was a job. He figured he could sleep in his fishing boat at night and go to work in the morning. It wouldn't be much, he knew, but he could stay for a couple of months before running off for another adventure.

The Pub de Fotun was a busy pub even during the day. It was next to the fish market – it served food during the day and was a bar at night. It was nothing like the Faithful Bride in Tortuga. Instead, the patrons were quite well behaved and even children played where dancing could be done. A Mariachi played his guitar, a slow, tone that was relaxing to those who worked. Jack went up to the bar and put three coins on the counter.

"Enchilada si YE por favor(4)" Jack said. The woman behind the counter smiled down at him and took the money before she went and put in the order. Next she brought him a cold mug of milk of which Jack sipped as he waited for his food. Jack looked around the place as he waited – there were three kids in the corner playing some game of other. And some of the adults were drinking or napping.

"Aquí usted va, el pequeño.(5)"

"Denada," Jack gave her a smile before digging into the food. She filled his cup again and went to wipe down some tables. Jack sat there quietly, just eating. Next on the list was to get a job. Maybe he'd be able to make a place of his own here. Sailing and adventuring all the time was tiring at the best of times and down right annoying at the worst of times.

Lorenzo Hernandez was tall for a Mexican; he had dark hair he pulled back into a pony tail, dark eyes and almond skin. He had just gotten done with his morning fishing and was stopping by the pub to see Adele. She was beautiful, with a voice as pretty as a song bird and eyes like the sea. Even with the dark skin and hair, she was the only girl who had blue eyes in the entire port.

He was whistling as he walked into the pub; he greeted a few of his friends before he went to the bar. Adele smiled at him, she was pouring for a boy who sat there eating. This boy looked quite English by his clothing but, as the boy looked over at him, Lorenzo gasped.

"¿Pequeño hermano¿está eso usted?(6)" Lorenzo said, his dark eyes wide with surprise. Jack gave him a look that said Lorenzo was crazy.

"¿No soy su hermano, yo soy Jack Sparrow, comprensión?(7)" Jack replied with his mouth full of food. Lorenzo shook his head. This boy had wild dark hair and eyes, just like Juan. He was tall enough to be Juan as well and had the spirit of the boy. Lorenzo gazed at Jack for what seemed to be like minutes. Adele just watched the both of them, not at all sure what to say or do.

"Venidos, veremos a la madre(8)" Lorenzo said. Beckoning Jack to go with him.

"What are ye on about?" Jack asked in English now. Really, there was no use to this. He only knew a little bit and he wasn't at all sure what this man was trying to say.

"Lorenzo wants you to go with him," the woman who served him said helpfully.

"Are ye English?" Jack asked.

"No, but my Mama taught me, English, Lorenzo want to take you to his mother, he thinks your Juan," Adele said.

"Who? What?"

"Juan was lost at see when he tried to fish in a storm, it was blow to the family," at this she turned to Lorenzo. "Él no sabe lo que el su hablar.(9)" she said.

"Venga con nosotros y traduzca para él. Quizá después de que él que él de la estancia durante algún tiempo entenderá.(10)"

"Si," Adele nodded her head.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but just let Señora Hernández get a look at you. After that, well, why are you here?" Adele asked.

"I came looking for a job,"

"Maybe Lorenzo or myself can help, is that a fair deal?" Adele asked.

"Si," Jack nodded his head.

Señora Hernández wasn't an old sea cow; she was in her early forties with dark hair put into a bun and she wore a lush black velvet dress. Today was the day she had lost her youngest son, Juan. It still hurt her deep within her soul and it was on days like this she could see him playing in the garden's. He would be about fourteen now, she thought. Looking a lot like his father but with the temperament of his Spaniard mother. Juan always had a hot head.

The door to the gardens opened, she sat in a chair underneath the sun awning. She looked over to see Lorenzo, Adele and…"Juan…?"

"What?! Now lookit' here, Lady, I ain't no Juan and…" but Jack was silenced as the woman walked to him and hugged him tightly. Jack could smell roses on her, he also could here her sobbing.

"¡Mi hijo¡mi hijo!(11)" she said between sobs. Jack's eyes grew big as the implications became quite clear to him.

"Oh, maldiga…(12)"

A/N – I know that this may be kind of short. But I do hope that you all enjoyed this. I would also like to apologize for the Spanish. I'm using a translator you see and that's what it gave me. The title is translated to English as "The Little Sparrow"

Glossary

Fresh Fish! Get your fresh fish!

Mary, no running!

If it were my daughter, I would have skinned that boy alive…

Enchilada's if ye please.

Here you go, Little One.

Little Brother, is that you?

I ain't your brother, I be Jack Sparrow, Savvy?

Come, we will see Mother.

He doesn't know what you're talking about.

Come with us and translate for him. Maybe after he say's for a while he'll understand.

My son! My son!

Oh, Bugger…