Family Reunion

Chapter 1: Dangerous Territory

Summary: Taking place during AWE. Spoilers. After Jack is saved from Davy Jones' locker, he meets up with his father. But that's not the only family member he is reunited with.

The Black Pearl was on its way to Shipwreck cove, and Jack let another member of the crew steer the ship. Barbossa's voice was so loud as he barked out orders from above deck, making it hard for Jack to clear his thoughts, and think privately, feeling as if he were right on deck with the rest of the crew and Barbossa.

"Does he have to be so bloody loud?" He muttered to himself angrily.

He heard it quiet down, and was finally able to think. He wanted to be alone for a while. He had started remembering things about his past. Dangerous territory for Jack Sparrow.

A 10 year old boy ran across the deck of his father's ship, The Black Thunder. A girl about 2 or 3 years older came over to him. "Dad said no runnin' Jack!" The girl scolded in a motherly fashion.

The boy stopped running, and looked up at her. "Well I'm bored!" Jack complained.

"Well I can help fix that. How about we get out some swords, and I can help ye' with yer' sword fightin' skills, and you'll have something to do as well." The girl suggested. "Can ya' go get the swords for me Jacky?"

Jack nodded and went to get the swords.

Angie was Jack's older sister. She was about 13, and Jack and she looked very alike. Jack had his hair in dreadlocks, but his sister still had the same black color to her long straight hair that he did. However Jack had his fathers eyes, and Angie, as she was dubbed by her little brother, had eyes as blue as the sea, like her mothers. Angie was a tough girl, and often helped train her little brother to fight with a sword. She was taught by her father. Their mother had died a long while back, when Jack was only 5, and Angie was 8, and they had traveled with their father on the seas ever since.

Jack came back, and handed a sword to Angelina. Angelina was his sister's full name, but Jack found it easier to call her Angie, even though she liked her full name better. Jack refused to call her anything else. The 10 year old kept the second sword in his hand, and then he and his sister started practicing on the deck of the ship.

The two siblings were still sword fighting when their father came up from his office. "Oi! Jack! Angelina! You're not distractin' me crew now are ya'?" He called, seeing as some of his crew had stopped moving to watch the young pirates in training fight. The crew stared, and kept watching as Jack and Angie lowered their swords and turned to face their father.

"No dad, we were just practicin'." Jack said innocently.

"How many times must I tell ya' boy? Don't call me dad, call me Cap'n." He scolded.

"Sorry da-Cap'n." Jack caught himself before messing up completely.

"That's better." The Captain looked around at the crew, still watching. "All o' ya'! Get back to work!!" He snapped, making the crew jump and do as told. Jack and Angie's father came closer to the two, and looked down at them. "You two are doin' a good job. We'll be in Port Royal soon."

Jack knew a lot about Port Royal, since his father was a pirate. He knew that when they went to Port Royal, either they were planning on a major raid or pillage and plunder trip, or something was very wrong. But before Jack could say anything, his father continued.

"I got some stuff fer ya' both. Come along with me." Captain Sparrow said.

Both walked behind their father and followed him down below deck into his room.

"Now, I got a few things for ye' both." He said, as he searched his desk quickly for something. He found what he was looking for a moment later, and he now held two satchels that jingled. "Here's two bags o' 500 pounds fer each o' ya'. Use it wisely." He instructed.

"What's goin' on?" Angelina demanded.

"I can't explain right now. But I can say that ya' need ta' stick tagether, an' Angelina, I expect ya' ta' take care o' Jacky fer me. Find yerselves some good workin' jobs and try to fit in the best ya' can. Savvy?"

"Yer leaving us there, aren't ya'?" Jack demanded furiously.

"Jacky, I got me reasoning-"

"I don't care!" Jack interrupted.

"Jacky, calm down boy." His father insisted, but Jack refused. He stormed out of his father's room without another word. Angie turned away from her dad, stormed off after her brother. The man sat down in his chair, and heaved a sigh, when he heard a noise from above deck. He ran above to see a ship with white sails flying towards them, and knew who it was instantly. The crew scattered around the deck, and prepared for battle. Jack and Angie could not be seen anywhere on deck, and unfortunately, there was no time to go look, for the ship was approaching quickly, and their father had to give commands and fight. He could only hope that his two children would be safe.

Jack was in the rum cellar, and was sitting behind a barrel, when he heard footsteps. He peaked around the barrel to see who it was, and noticed it was Angie.

"Jacky, I know yer' in here!" She called. She got closer to the barrel as she searched, and then peaked over the barrel to find him huddled up behind it. "I knew I'd find ya' here." She said giving a small chuckle and a smile.

Jack looked up at her, and got up from behind the barrel. They looked up when they heard cannons firing and clashing swords, and then looked at each other.

"Jacky, where be the swords?" Angie asked.

Jack looked at her. "Up on deck."

"Well then it's a good thing I have some spares in me room. Let me go get 'em. Stay here." She instructed.

Jack nodded, and waited for his sister to return.

Angie returned with two swords in hand a few minutes later, and handed one to Jack. "Stay close by, and don't ya' dare leave me sight." She ordered.

Jack only nodded. They then headed upstairs to the deck, and saw their dad fighting some men in red coats. They were being attacked by the East India Trading Company. Others were fighting as well, as swords clashed and cannons boomed. A soldier from the opposing side came over to them, and threw his sword at them. Angie wasn't too quick on the reflexes, as good of a sword fighter she was, and Jack held his sword against the one about to strike, just in time, protecting both him and Angie.

Jake tried his best to keep the sword away, but he wasn't as strong, so the sword slowly inched closer to them. Jack laid both hands on his sword, boosting his hold a bit, and then the soldier pulled away. He then went to strike again, this time neither of the two Sparrow siblings quick enough to protect themselves, and the sword cut into Jack's arm, leaving a deep cut, which quickly soaked through his sleeves. He ignored the thriving pain, trying to be a big pirate. Outraged at what the soldier did to her little brother, Angie started fighting with the soldier, and another soldier approached Jack and started to fight with him.

The soldier fighting Angie had knocked her to the ground, and then hit her over the head with the hilt of his sword. She was knocked unconscious.

"Angie!!" Jack cried, looking over to see his sister fall then be knocked out. The soldier Jack was fighting knocked him down as well, and then grabbed him with the help of another, and Angie was now held by another soldier.

Captain Sparrow saw his children come up on deck, and saw Jack fight off the first soldier before Angie started fighting him, then kept glancing over to see how they were doing as he fought his own battle. He looked over to see both his children defeated.

Suddenly, cannons stopped firing, and the soldiers from the East India Trading Company stopped fighting, as did the pirates.

A man came aboard Captain Sparrow's ship, and approached him.

"Captain Teague." The man said. "I have a deal for you."

"What do ya' want Beckett?" Captain Teague asked bitterly.

"You don't have to be so rude Captain. I have a compromise." He said.

"An' what would that be?" Teague asked.

"If you give me your children, I shall let you be free. You won't have to worry about me coming after your crew anymore, as long as you don't attack Port Royal again." Beckett said.

Captain Teague looked from Jack and Angelina, to some of his crew, to Beckett, then back at his children. After a moment of thinking, he looked back at Beckett. "Yer a cruel man Beckett, but I'll take ya' up on yer' deal."

"Excellent." Beckett said giving a smile. "Take the kids away. Lock them in the brig until we get back." Beckett ordered, and Jack struggled as he was taken away. He looked at his dad, who was looking away from him, and he wasn't sure whether to feel angry, or sad. He stared at his father as he got farther and farther away, before he was out of distance, and Jack and his sister were carried onto Beckett's ship.

That was the last time Jack had seen his father in years. A tear slipped down his cheek, and then he took a large swig of rum, not even noticing Will, standing at the door.

"Jack we're-were you crying?" Will asked looking shocked.

Jack looked up at Will and fell off his chair in surprise as he spoke. "Whoa!" he yelled as he fell. He clambered back up on his chair, the rum in his hands, and looked at Will. "Will! I didn't even know ya' were here!"

"You were spacing out for a while. I've been standing here for almost 5 minutes. I saw a tear run down your face. You were crying, weren't you?" Will asked.

"I did no such thing! Jack Sparrow does not cry." Jack insisted. "You my friend, must have had too much rum." He declared, pointing at Will as he leaned back in his chair.

"Jack I saw what I saw." Will said.

"Well I guess you were imaginin' things, now weren't ya' William?" Jack said giving Will a look.

Will rolled his eyes, and changed the subject. "We're almost at Shipwreck cove by the way. Just thought you'd like to know." Will said before he left Jack alone.

Jack shook his head, as if still in a daze. "That boy's been seein' things, that's what. Jack Sparrow doesn't cry. Defiantly not. No possible way." Jack kept muttering to himself. He took another swig of rum, and then remembered what Will said. He decided to get his mind off things, and took another sip from his rum bottle, before putting it down, empty, and walking up above deck.

This is my first POTC fan fic, so I'm sorry if I don't get all the info right. Just help me out a bit, and tell me what I'm doing wrong so that I can make this story as good as possible. Beckett isn't the Beckett that Jack knows, its Beckett's father, if you get what I mean.