The strange British man stood unwillingly, looks of annoyance struck his face, he didn't want to be here. But neither did I… there where problems in my life, and a good amount of them too. My mother was dead, I didn't know my father. Hadn't ever met him… all that I was aware of was that others knew him well. His name had been mentioned several times and that was all that I truly wanted to know.

I was now in foster care; the adults who watched over me said nothing other than no one would be allowed to take me without a living relative's permission. Father in other words… so the search began. They had all said over and over that it could be an excuse to arrest him, an easy way to get him on land and in prison. It wasn't important to me though… I never met him, he left me… he wanted nothing to do with me for all that I knew.

It had been five years since mother had died. My father was a pirate, out at sea a lot, but it was always guarantied that he would have to stop hear at one point, and according to the strange British men, he would be here next.

I was only a child, an orphaned little girl not even six years old. I had dark hair and long bangs dangled in my green eyes. I was a mess, never clean looking…

"Vivian," One of the men called.

I followed him out the door of the large worn down building, not saying a word… I never was one for talking, some people didn't even think that I knew how to.

I walked down the dirt road, dragging my feet along until I was halted. Stopped, hidden behind men, I wasn't sure why… no one would hurt me. It was illegal to harm a child.

"If you feel that you're going to arrest me, I have to warn you that I've been threatened it before." An unknown voice spoke.

"Not quite… we are letting you get away this time, but we have a reason… not to mention we don't think any of the other lands will free you so easily."

"Just get on with it; I beg of you, you're going to bore me to death." A man standing in front of me nodded, turning around, he crouched. I was now in his arms.

"I believe this little girl is yours. Jack Sparrow," He said. I knew the name… it was what everyone had called my father by. The man standing before me, my dad… looked in shock. Almost as though he knew who I was, yet he looked unhappy… he didn't want me… the British man spoke again.

"Do you want her or not?" He asked. Jack's head nodded. Everyone almost seemed surprised that he was willing to take me, when he had so easily given me up.

I was handed over, from one pair of hands to the other. From this mans hands, to my fathers… the men left, and I was being carried else where, onto a ship, a large one at that.

The ones who spoke of my father had been right; I was a pirate's daughter. The crewmen looked confused as they got a look at me, holding tightly to fathers coat sleeve, I felt safer than I thought I would.

"Jack," A voice called. "Who is this?" A brown haired man eyed me, then my father. A woman stood with him.

"Vivian." Father said, not feeling as though they needed anymore of an explanation.

"But who is she?" I looked at no one. I wanted nothing to do with the conversation. I knew not who I even was. "A relative? Kid looks a lot like you." The woman spoke next,

"She's too young to sail, she's just a child no more than five I'd say."

"Five and a half actually." Father said. He was correct about my age, and my name. I never knew him but you could tell easily that he knew me. He smirked. "She's me daughter, haven't seen her since… since her birth actually."

"I didn't know you had a daughter…" The brunette said.

"No one did, Will." Father spoke.

"Hello Vivian," The woman spoke. "I'm Elizabeth." My eyes looked slightly at hers, making my forehead perk-up slightly. "Where's her mother?" Elizabeth asked.

"Dead…" Father said. Talking in a way that easily showed he wanted the subject dropped. He stroked my cheek, leaning my head on his shoulder. Why did he seem to care about me so much? Why was he pretending? I wasn't stupid… I was well aware that he didn't care about me… he ditched me the moment I was born…

Dad set me down, tearing a brown piece of fabric off his sleeve and tying in around my head like a bandanna.

"Looks like we have another pirate on board…" He said.

A limp smile crossed my cheeks. The remark made me happier than I thought it would… but I couldn't help but think, did he mean everything he said? Did he really care or only pretend to? I stood up, walking with wobbling legs on the rocky deck of the moving ship. The edge was too high for me to see over. All that was in my view was the cold cloudy skies. Everything was grey, like a storm was about to come.

Sprinkles of rain splashed my face, tasting like sea water from the cold ocean evaporating into the clouds. The ship bumped, all that I could remember was the sound of myself screaming as a pile of ocean water hit my body, I was on the ground, my head hurt from slamming the bottom on the ship and tears piled in my eyes.

I didn't cry though… all that I could do was sit there… pretending that I was fine when I knew that I wasn't.

I wanted to go home… back to the foster care that had taken care of me for all five and a half years of my life. Dad's arms held me again, picking me up off the wet wooden deck.

"You alright dear?" He asked. I couldn't believe it… he had helped me. Even called me dear. My voice helped me out with this one… even if I hadn't spoken to anyone in so long…

"Daddy, do you love me?" I had asked, the first thing that I had said to my father. I had called him daddy.

He kissed my head.

"Yes, and I loved your mother too." He said. I didn't expect the insecurity in his voice, he sounded serious, really serious. I felt the hot tears come down my eyes. I couldn't stop crying… I didn't even know why… I was such a baby, and everyone knew it. Dad took me in his arms, hugging me carefully, shushing in my ear. He was good at taking care of me. I was aware of it too… even if I didn't always admit it.

I was lifted off the ground, being held on the edge of the large ship so that I could see the view of the ocean. The ship was quite tall I realized, beginning to wonder how a wave could possibly get high enough to hit me so hard that I fell over.

It might have been my weight, I wasn't very heavy because of my age, and even being almost six, and I weighed only fifty-five pounds. Ten pounds under what I should have been. I was quite skinny, never got to eat very much… I assumed that I wouldn't get to eat much on a pirate ship either.

I kicked my legs back and fourth on the edge, giggling slightly. The ship rammed a wave sharply and my body slipped, I screamed slightly then felt dad's arms holding me tight, making sure that I wouldn't fall.

Soon, I couldn't even remember why I had hated father so much when first meeting him. He may not have seemed liked among his crew, nor did he smell of anything other than fish and rum. But he wasn't bad…

My legs touched the deck again as I felt myself being set back on my feet.

"You can play, just don't get into trouble and be careful." He said. "Make sure you stay on the boat, don't fall off." I nodded, smiling as I started to run off. My bare feet tapped against the ground with a thumping noise as they hit.

I tripped, hitting my arm on the wood. It didn't hurt too much and I quickly got myself back up. Not noticing the blood that soaked though my brown sleeve. Someone noticed it for me; it seemed that I had just been put on the ground when I was picked up once again. The girl I had known earlier as Elizabeth had me in her arms, checking the wound on my elbow.

"You're a little bloody Vivian," She said patching the cut with a thin strip of bandage cloth.

"Ouch," I twitched, grasping the cloth. My arm throbbed, now in much more pain than it had normally been. I tried not to cry. I was too old for things like that. "Thank you…" I whispered, getting off of the wooden block that she set me on.

I continued to run, even though not as fast this time, I scampered between pirates carrying things from weapons, to rum. The seas salt air hit my face, it smelt nice not to mention gave me an extra boost of energy.

"Vivian, hold on please!" Elizabeth called once again. She kneeled next to me, looking into my eyes. "Is there something wrong with Jack? He's acting weird… a lot more laid back now it seems…" I shrugged. Not quite understanding the question. After all, I had only met him today… I didn't at all know his true personality.

Elizabeth patted my head and got back up.

"I'll have Will talk to him later… although he most likely will not want to…" The remark made me chuckle slightly.

"May I go now?" I asked slouching to the side slightly.

"Yes you may." Elizabeth giggled. I didn't mind her. She was nice after all, and the only one who smelt descent.

I yawned as the sun started to make its way down in the distance, turning it into night time. The ship cooled down within minutes and I grew chilly and exhausted. Rubbing my eyes I yawned a second time. A hand came upon my shoulder, startling me slightly. I looked up to see father looking back at me.

"Tired dear?" He asked. I nodded, motioning my hands for him to carry me. He did so, picking me up off my feet and bringing me to the inside of the ship.

I was laid on a pile of cloth and ripped bits. Not the best bed I ever had, but it worked… Father rubbed my head.

"Good night love." He said before leaving the room. I assumed that he walked back to the deck with the others. It was extremely dark on this part of the ship. I could barley see the palm of my hand held right in front of my face.

I sighed, leaning to the side of my body and then back again as I struggled to got into a comfortable position. My eyes slowly closed, taking me off of the ship and into another dream. I dreamed every night; it was always one of my favorite things to do every day. But my dream was not much… I dreamed of my mother, not that I really remembered her.

All that I had for her memory was a silver locket with her photo. The locket hung around my neck, it always did. Because memories are something that you should keep with you as long as you can… therefore, that's what I did…