The child was the spitting image of her father. No doubt the mother mused holding the wee babe in her arms. The child was only a few weeks old and already she was showing a half-cocked grin and had the dark eyes to match.
Jennifer sighed looking out the window at the early morning light upon the horizon and the scape of the sea that it gently kissed. The wee babe in her arm would not know her father and for that, she was a bit grateful but at the same time heartbroken. The child was conceived out of passion and debauchery, to be honest. Jennifer had had a fleeting moment of weakness and given into the most sinful pleasures of the flesh. This child was a result of that moment and here she was left disgraced and her honor sullied.
Jennifer would take responsibility for her actions, though, ill-conceived at the time, she did not regret them. Honestly, given the predicament she had found herself in consensual copulation had been the least of the worst of what might have happened. If it was one thing her father taught her it was not to have regrets especially if decisions were made in necessity. So here she was at her mother's tavern with her stepfather and baby in tow after being "lost" at sea for over a year.
That time at sea had not been entirely lost for she had found something. That something being a person in particular one in name of Captain Jack Sparrow.