Author's Note: I wanted to write something that would show Jack Sparrow's entire life up to, and beyond, the stories that we now know. Having done loads of research on Captain Jack Sparrow, and Pirates of the Caribbean on the whole, I am an accomplished Pirates of the Caribbean human-encyclopaedia. This story may be written as fiction, for some of the aspects have been created when there was no fact to back it up. It is as close to the "real" biography of Captain Jack Sparrow as woven by Johnny Depp, Pirates of the Caribbean, Ted and Terry (screenplay), and Disney. So, sit back, read, review and enjoy!

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Chapter One

The Tempest

"John –" The beautiful woman screamed in pain. John held the small of her back and pushed his fingers, through her sari, to a pressure point. The woman relaxed and held her full womb. "The baby –"

"Meenakshi," said John, his dreadlocks swinging fully, "the child's delivery will be normal. I assure you. He is, after all…my son."

"And mine," she said, coughing.

"I'm proud of you. You learned English quickly," said John, attempting to take her mind off of the baby.

"For you," she said. Meena clutched her sari tresses and petticoat and climbed aboard the ship, John holding her back. She finally reached the main deck and screamed in pain.

"Teague, sir!" A skinny Indian man addressed John with high respect – respect John earned through fear. "Captain!"

"Yes," John said, looking painfully at Meenakshi, who was leaning her back against the hull.

"We were wondering if there was another place to keep the woman. It's bad luck to have one on board, sir, we could get –"

"I don't care about ye superstitious lot," said Teague, addressing the entire crew. "If any o' ye be superstitious, you best leave. Now." He turned to the skinny man, whose name was Raja, and said, "This woman is as close as a wife to me. You treat her with the same respect you would treat me."

"Yes, Captain," Raja said quietly, his beady eyes scanning the woman with an air of disgust. "Stupid wench," he said under his breath.

"Put her in my quarters – and gently," said Johnathon Teague. "She is in condition."

"Avala roomila podu," said Raja to two of the men, who immediately reached out and escorted Meenakshi into the Captain's Quarters.

"Is the ship boarded?"

"Yes, sir," said Raja. "The entire crew is on board. As is the woman."

Teague gave Raja a look of disgust. "Why on earth did I appoint you first mate?" He said to himself.

"Full sail! We raid the bountiful seas of India!"

"You heard the man, raise the sails!"

A man came out of the Captain's Quarters. "Cap'n?"

"Aye," said Teague, his hands moving the helm with an air of pride.

"That Meena lady, sir, she's screaming like it's Hell on Earth! I fink she's…you know…"

"Did the baby come out?"

"Kinda. It's head – it's stickin' out, sir. Didn' know wha' to do."

"Move!" Teague pushed through the men and into the Captain's Quarters. There was blood and vomit all over the chairs.

"Captain Teague," said Raja, "The main rigging has come off! And a piece of the hull fell in the sea. It's a hurricane, captain, a Typhoon!"

"Blast! Get the doctor."

"Doc Marks? He's nothin' but a fool! Won' do no good, sir," said a short man named Byron.

"I don't care. Meenakshi is giving birth, so GET THE DAMN DOCTOR!"

"Aye, Cap'n!"

Byron hurried out to fetch Marks while Teague followed Raja. When he reached the outside decks, the spray of the sea was in such high quantities that he could not see past Raja's head. He looked up and was able to make out that the sail was untied and almost flying off.

"I'll go up," said Teague. "Make sure that Meena is all right."

Teague climbed up and reached for the rope what was thick as his arm. "Damn rigging," he said, struggling to tie it around the mast. The long pole Teague used to hold the rope snapped. "Argh!"

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Meena lay, unable to see clearly. Everything was fuzzy and unclear. She could make out a faint outline of a man with blond hair. She could see his electrifying blue eyes.

"She's conscious, sir," said the man. "And she's sewn up."

"Good work, Marks," said Teague, who leaned down and gave Meena some water. She coughed hard.

"Is the baby out?" Meena asked, struggling to breathe.

"Yes," said Teague. "It's a boy."

"A boy!" Meena whispered in joy. "Can I hold my child?"

"Of course," said Teague, handing the bloody mess to Meena. Her soft fingers held him tight.

"I want to name him after you," said Meena. "He is your spitting image. He will be a handsome man, I know it."

"Mm," said Teague. "But I don't fancy Teague as a last name."

"Johnathon…Johnathon what?"

"I'm not sure," said Teague. "Jackie," he looked fondly at the baby. "Jack… I'll be back, my boy."

Teague left the room and walked above deck to steer the ship to the port. "No more sailing for a week," he told Raja. "It's best we get this fix repaired by…wot's his face."

"Balthazar, sir," said Raja.

"Aye, that ol' cack-filled hull-man," said Teague. "The idiot always charges extra. I'll show 'im."

A bird flew across the setting sun in the horizon. "A sparrow," Teague said curiously. "I never woulda figured."

Teague burst into the Captain's Quarters and picked up his son from the weak, nearly asleep woman. "Good evening, Jackie… Jack Sparrow."