an:I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own my characters. This is my first fanfiction so I don't know how I did, and I won't know unless you tell me.

Jack stood next to his younger sister Emma, as they watched their mother's coffin being buried. His heart wrenched and tears stung his eyes but he wouldn't let them fall. He had to stay strong for Emma. He was only 16, and she 15, and they had already lost both of their parents.

He risked a glance at her. Her face was almost unreadable, and she too had tears in her eyes. She was a strong girl, almost unshakable. He studied her face, the face that was almost an exact replica of his own. Her dark brown hair was hanging tangled in front of her brown, almost black, eyes.

She shifted her gaze to him and let her mask fall for only a second but it was long enough for Jack to see the hurt on her face. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, she didn't resist.

"Where do we go now?" she asked her voice barely louder than a whisper. He thought about it for a minute.

"Why don't we stow away on a ship."

"Jack, could you please not joke around." she begged him while gazing off into space.

"I wasn't. I was being serious." he declared, gazing down at her. She looked up at him questionably.

"Come on luv, think of how much fun it would be. We could get away from here, it would be an adventure. And you've always wanted to become a sailor." She shifted her gaze back to the ocean. "I don't want to become a sailor, I want to be a pirate." she thought.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" she questioned instead while leaning back against her brother.

"I'm sure. It's up to you, Em." he responded while leaning his chin on her head.

"Yeah, I'll do it." Emma answered.

"Great. Come on, we should probably get to sleep." stated Jack as he started to turn around.

"Jack wait. Can we sleep here tonight?" she asked quietly as she grabbed hold of his right arm.

"I was hoping that you would ask that. To tell you the truth, I don't really want to go back home either. To many bad memories." he said while gazing up at the stars, some of the memories playing over in his head. Their father hanging himself, their mother's frequent breakdowns, then her committing suicide as well. He could still see her bloody corpse and the flintlock pistol on the basement floor. That memory was still too fresh for either of them to talk about, even with each other, and they told each other everything.

Emma walked up to the edge of a large hill then stopped and turned around.

"Come on." she whined. He jogged up to her, then she turned around, and they walked up the hill. About five minutes later they reached the top. It was overlooking the ocean, docks, and town, it was a beautiful view. Jack layed down in the grass and Emma beside him.

"Comfy?" he asked as he turned his head to look at his sister.

"Yeah. You?" she replied as she closed her eyes.

"Yeah. G'night." said Jack as he too closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.