Captains Daughter

DISCLAIMER: I don't own POTC, but I do own Rebecca!

WARNING!!! I don't think this has anything to do with what really happened with Jack and whatever children he has/had, or how he got them, I just thought this up, so don't send a review saying "That didn't happen" or "This-and-that didn't happen", because I already KNOW that. Otherwise… R&R!!!

Chapter 1

------------------------------- Yo, ho, Yo ho, a Pirates life for me…--------------------------------

Rebecca sat hunched over in the back corner of the Jrunkman's Tavern, staring at the full cup of rum.

Why is it every time I try to try this bloody stuff, I can't open up my mouth?

She glanced up in time to see a very drunk man staggering towards her table.

Oh no...

"Here, sir, ye can have my rum, I don't be feelin' in the mood today." She said, using her accent. She slid him the mug. Whatever he had come over for, he forgot as he snatched up he rum and staggered back to his table, full of equally drunk friends.

Rebecca sighed. That was the one thing she was missing from her life...friends. That normally didn't bother her, but the dilemma seemed extremely apparent sometime, especially in these situations. Maybe she would have gotten drunk off the rum, had she had someone to tease her about not trying it. Maybe she wouldn't always sit in the back corner if she had a friend.

Why doesn't anyone bloody talk to me?

Rebecca had been an orphan for almost 7 years now; her father had disappeared or died or left when Rebecca was 3, and her mother had died when she was 8. She was killed by a pirate.

Blasted pirates...

Rebecca had nothing against pirates in general, it was one particular crew, well actually one particular Captain, she despised. Captain Hector Barbossa. After a lot of complicated events, all tying to her father, her mother had ended up dead. Rebecca had a hard time remembering everything that had went on.

Rebecca glanced up at the door, to see two men entering the tavern and head towards her table, and didn't seem to notice she was there, until they looked up from their conversation.

"What can I do you for?" Rebecca asked, again using her accent. She didn't use it in civilized public, but among these people, it seemed a bit more appropriate.

"This is our table, and I advise you to sit somewhere else." , the older looking man with long dark hair half-shouted. He was also already looking drunk.

"I advise that you leave, seeing as your already drunk. And this is the table I sit at, and I don't see your name anywhere…" Rebecca noticed someone had carved the name 'James' onto the wood table. "Unless it's "James?"". She asked.

"James? I am Captain Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl." The older man said, "And I am not drunk." He looked offended as he staggered of to get his "first" drink of the day.

"He isn't, not yet, anyways, he usually is, you just caught him at a bad time" The other man said with a smile. "I am Will Turner. What might your name be?" Will asked as he sat down across from her.

"Rebecca, Rebecca Smith." She replied uneasily. Why was he trying to talk to her? Didn't she just steal his table, or was it just the other man's table?

"Rebecca…That's a nice name. I think I have heard it before…" Jack had just gotten back with two cups of rum in hand.

"I am sure you have, it's very popular." She told him. Jack sat down right next to Rebecca, sandwiching her between him and the wall.

"You can sit with me if you want" She mumbled under her breath.

"What was that, luv?" Asked Jack.

"Nothing! So, what do you guys do, when you're not drinking? Do you have a job? Family? " Rebecca asked, trying to start a conversation. If they were going to sit together, they might as well do something besides drink.

"Well, if you count piracy as having a job, then yes, we do, and I have a wife, Elizabeth. I don't think Jack has any family…" Will gestured to Jack, who was already finishing his drink.

"I did have a wife and daughter, but they are dead, so now I don't." Jack mumbled, and then realizing what he said, slapped his hand over his mouth.

"You never told me you were married! Or that you had a daughter! What happened?" Will looked genuinely amazed. Jack looked uneasy. Rebecca looked interested.

"Well, once upon a time, I met someone who I actually loved, we married, had a daughter, then they both were killed by Barbossa. And if you don't know who that is, it doesn't matter to you." Jack concluded, pointing to Rebecca. He turned back to Will. "That was about 15 years ago."

"I know very well who he is; he killed my mother, Elenor Smith. So there." Rebecca jutted her chin out. The look reminded Will remarkably of Jack when he proved someone wrong.

Jack flipped around and looked quizzically at Rebecca. "Did you say 'Elenor'?" Jack inquired, suddenly very interested. Rebecca nodded, just as confused as Will.

"How old are you, Rebecca?" Jack asked softly.

"I'm 15…today, actually, I do believe it's my birthday. Wow. Almost forgot again." She mumbled to herself.

"Jack, what's going on? I am feeling left out of something." Will said to his friend.

"Miss Rebecca, would you care to come back to our ship with us?" Jack asked her. She looked startled.

"Yeah, uhhh, ok. Got nothing better to do." She ran her fingers through her reddish/blonde hair.

"Yes, well, I suppose we should get back." Will stood up, as did Jack. Rebecca slid out of the booth, and followed the two.

After traveling through winding streets, they came to a dock, and there sat the Black Pearl.

"There she is." Jack stated proudly. He heard Rebecca gasp behind him. He flipped around, and saw her face as white as a ghost.

"What's wrong, luv? You look like you've seen a ghost." Jack asked. She looked on the verge of fainting.

"I do. That was the ship that my mother died on, and me almost with her."

Thanks SOOO much to AngelsWings5 for telling me Jack's real last name!!!clap clap clap clap

And to all of my reviewers:

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