A/N: Hi peoples! This is my first fanfic. Huzzah! On with the disclaimer and then the show.

Disclaimer: Own PotC and Sweeney Todd, I do not. Own Yoda, I do not. But speak like him, I do.

"Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke."

-Herman Hesse

Just a Joke

Eight-year-old Jack Teague was running. Not exactly fast, but still running. He looked back and laughed. She'd never catch him, not in a million years.

When he looked forward again he ran straight into something. When Jack's head stopped spinning he noticed that the "something" was on top of him, smiling a cute little four-year-old smile and shaking her blond head.

"Jack, when will you learn that I always catch you?" she said and Jack laughed. He tried to get up but she kept an iron grip on his forearms.

"Okay, sis, you win. Now get off of me!" he said. She giggled and released her brother. My brother.

My name is Elmarine, and I'm the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow's "baby" (as he likes to say) sister.

"Y'know, you've got quite the grip… for a baby girl." I tackled him again.

"Haven't I already told you? I've lived for eons! I'm a being! I was only born into your little family because I got bored. I'M NOT A BABY!" I yelled at him. He just smiled coolly.

"Fine, fine, your all-powerfullness." he said. I just rolled my eyes and got off of him. He got up and dusted himself off. Then I jumped onto his back.

"Give me a ride home." I said.

"I thought you were all powerful. Can't you just float home?" Jack said jokingly.

"But my wings and legs are tired." I fake-whined. Then he laughed and we went home.

Those were the good old days, back when we were really a family. Sure, Dad was off at sea a lot, but me and Jack had each other. And Mom. I may have been alive since before the beginning of time, but I really loved that family.

The day things started to go wrong was when Mom got sick. I was eight and had a strict policy of not meddling with natual human things. Jack was 12 and didn't really understand.

"C'mon, Elm! Just use your powers and you could help her." Jack said. He was trying to fight back tears. He knew as well as I did that she was going to die.

"I can't, Jack. I just can't" I said. I was pretty down, too. Then Dad came out of the house, crying softly. We knew that something was wrong, because Dad never cried. He pulled us into a bear-hug and informed us that Mom was dead.

I was actually crying and so was Jack but somehow he managed to pull away. He gave me an accusing glance before storming off. I tried to follow him but Dad stopped me.

"Sweetheart, Jackie needs some time to himself." he said through tears. I just hugged him harder, and thought that it may have been better if I had not told Jack.

A year later I caught him stuffing his things into a bag.

"Where are you going, Jack?" I asked him. For a second I thought her wouldn't answer me. I mean, he had been pointedly ignoring me for the past year. But, low and behold, I was wrong.

"I'm going very far away," he said, "I've had enough of it here."

"But I'll miss you." I said. He suddenly ran over to me and hugged my tight. I suddenly realized how true that was, how close we were. Jack was the only one I trused with my secret, and now he was going. It gets lonely, being the only one of your kind. Even if you do make human friends, their life-spans are so short that they're gone in a instant.

"I'll miss you, too." he said, and with that was gone.

I've missed him over the years. I've watched over his doings, and I must say that I'm impressed with him coming back from the dead. I've also gotten him out of a few sticky situations, even though he may not know it. Hey, his luck has to come from somewhere! When he found the fountain of youth (he got his ship back and most of the crewmembers became immortal, too) I was so excited. I had a feeling he wouldn't be like all the others. As he always says:

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."