A/N: this is a tiny one shot from AnnaMaria's POV on Jack. It's probably not what you think. And, this has nothing to do with my other story. A/J shippers…this may not float your boat. R+R anyway.
He stole my boat. He stole MY boat. Honestly, like there weren't a million OTHER boats out there to chose from?
I should have known right off he was up to no good. That conniving, good-for-nothing hijacker. But I let him come in anyway. I let him have a drink, I let him have a blanket, I even let him sleep inside. But that wasn't good enough. No, he had to take my boat too.
He didn't even say good-bye.
I guess I should be used to it by now. I mean, my father was always the same way. He'd be there one night and the next morning it was just me and my mother again, looking for his ship sailing over the horizon.
It didn't bother me so much then. Then I was young enough to find Tortuga life fascinating, and as far as I was concerned one pirate was almost the same as the next weather he was my father or not.
When Jack leaves, though, it's always a little disappointing. There really aren't any other like him. And that's a good thing.
But he should know you don't commandeer another's vessel just because your relatively sure they won't kill you.
Before long though, I heard tell of a crazed man looking for a crew to catch the Pearl. I would have gone, even if I hadn't been sure it was Jack. It was the Pearl, after all.
But then he stood there, waving that banana around without a care in the world about my boat and me. Going on and on about courage and fortitude and a bunch of other pigs swallow he had never encountered. I knew I could bring him down a notch.
But the next thing I knew I was being offered a new ship. I never expected that. A ship, not a boat. What else could I do but go along for the ride and protect my new possession?
But somehow or other, he did it to me again. I had the ship I'd so often watched my father, and then my brother, sail away on. It was mine. I was a real Sparrow on my own ship. And all he had to do was look pathetic and I go and give it back.
But, I suppose being his younger sister (even if we only share one parent) and a part of his crew is better than being the little girl landlocked and watching her birthright sail away.
And you never know, maybe I'll find a way to weasel him out of the captaincy someday. Of course, he'll always find a way to get the Pearl back; him and dad are almost the exact same.
But little sisters get the right to beat up on their older siblings, right?