To be clear, this is not a sequel for the unfinished story "A Pirate's Life: Adventure, Love, and Freedom", despite the similar characters mentioned, but a TRUE fan-fiction related to the world of Pirates of the Caribbean. And with that...Enjoy.

In a cemetery in the town of Havana, Cuba, thunder echoes through the cloud covered sky, as rain pelts down upon a freshly dug grave, the mound of earth turning into mud. A headstone, carved from marble, marks the spot of newly turned soil as the final resting place for a soul who had now departed from earth. A small crowd of people, dressed in black attire, look upon the grave of the person, now gone from their lives. A young girl, clutching a bouquet of roses, gazes at the name carved into the tombstone, a tear standing out from the trickling drops of rain. She has lost her mentor, a caring relative, and, the most important of all; her loving father.

Here lies a Man with Valor and Bravery,

Defender of the Pirate's Life of Freedom,

A Loving Husband, Uncle, and Father,

Now Departed from this Earth and into the Embrace of the Lord.

Not Forgotten in Life, Not Forgotten in Death.

Captain Jason L. Teach

June 22, 1701-December 28, 1737

I can't believe he's gone. The young woman thought. The tear streamed down her cheek, mimicking the many similar drops of rain that fell upon her face. Her agate colored eyes were filled with heartbreak, knowing that the one she had loved the most had now vanished from her life. She still remembered the great memories of her and her father.

"Daddy, can we play pirates?" her infant self asked. Jason, with his eyes of obsidian looked down and smiled, obtaining a stick from a nearby branch and getting in a stance. "Try and get me ship, you'll never succeed!" he said in his playful tone. She laughed vibrantly and positioned herself in a stance all her own. "I beg to differ, daddy." she said, running to him and playfully attacking him, sword fighting with the two slim branches. They then ended their childish conflict when she tackled him, Jason imitating a dying moan. "Aww. You got me." he said, bringing his beloved daughter to him, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She hugged his neck, kissing his cheek in return. "I love you, Daddy." she said. Jason smiled, his brown eyes lit up when he heard her loving declaration. He hugged her. "I love you too, Sarah. Always and forever." he said.

She smiled when she heard that recollection in her mind, her heart welled with sorrowful ache. She drew in a shaky breath and then slowly exhaled. She walked to the side of the rectangular mound, running her hand on the smoothened marble monument. She then placed the roses amongst more bouquets and flowers, placed by others who were friends, family, and ones who admired the Teach family and their prospects. From amongst the crowd of mourners, a man with dreadlocks tied in a bandana, soaked from the rainfall, stepped forth to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. Sarah looked to him, seeing the sadness in his brown eyes as well. The man smiled. "Come on, love." he said.

Sarah began to tear up, burying her face in his coat, crying and whimpering while the man hugged her. She kept sobbing, while the man tried to calmly hush her, only provoking to start tearing up as well. She felt the two braided strands of his goatee in her wet black hair. The dreadlocked man stroked the back of her head, still making an effort in trying to calm her down. "It's alright, Sarah." he said in a soothing tone. Sarah manage to try and speak through her tears of sorrow. "I miss him, Jack." she whined mournfully. Jack nodded, only able to understand the pain that he lost a great ally, an uncle to his and Angelica's, Jason's sister, child, but he lost a very good and loyal friend out of all of them. "I miss him too, Sarah." he said comfortingly, trying to hold back tears of his own. The young girl strived to try and keep herself from crying more, partially a successful effort. Another person appeared from the group of people dressed in black, a woman with a tanned complexion and long, raven-black hair, much like Sarah's, the only the difference from the young girl was the woman had emerald green eyes, which used to be filled with love and joy, are now glazed in sadness. Sarah looked up to see the woman with a smile of fleeting joy, quickly getting up and embracing her, the woman did the same. The older woman caressed her daughter's silky hair, tears streaming down her cheeks when she looked upon the grave of her now deceased husband. Jack stood, the knees of his breeches were lightly coated with mud and dirt, looking to the widow and her daughter.

"It's quite a sad loss, Rachel." Jack said. "But I think he's finally found peace from his pain."

Rachel looked to Jack, eyes now glistening with tears, nodded and sniffed, looking back down to her heartbroken child. "It's alright, Sarah. Papa's in a better place now." she said in her Spanish accent.

Sarah didn't want to accept the fact that her father had died. She wanted to think that this was all a dream, but the rain and thunder seemed all to real. Sarah shared a loving and close relationship with her loving and caring parents, but the one she really loved more was Jason. When she was just a newborn baby, he'd always get up during the dead of night to play soft and heavenly songs from the soothing strings of his violin, always putting her back to sleep. When she turned ten, he bought and gave, as a gift to her, her first sword. She'd tell him that, despite not wanting her being involved in the life of a pirate, she wanted to be just like her daddy. He'd always take her and his wife on small excursions aboard the Queen Anne's Revenge, his former flagship now a pleasure ship for the family. In the years after retiring, Jason became ill with malaria, gradually growing weaker. But not weak enough to enjoy his 16th Christmas with the daughter he considered his greatest blessing, which had unfortunately turned out to be his last. At home, three days after Christmas day, he had peacefully passed away in his sleep. Blackbeard's son was no more.

Rachel tried the best she could to ensure Sarah that everything would be alright. "No! Daddy's gone, it'll never be the same!" Sarah cried. Rachel could understand the pain of her sixteen year old daughter, she loved him with all her heart for being such a kind man and not one of those dark hearted men that scarred her for her life. When she found her loving husband, years before they were married, she fell in love with him for his aspects of a caring and gentle soul. She was sure that God had let him through the gates of Heaven to a peaceful and eternal afterlife. Rachel then reached into a pocket on her black frock coat, pulling out the gleaming gold chain of Jason's Spanish gold cross, looking down at her daughter.

Sarah felt her mother's hand on her chin, beckoning her to look up at her. She saw the gold crucifix and chain. Rachel then placed the long link of chain around her neck, hooking the necklace together. Sarah felt the cold coming from the cross of gold, she then gently grasped it with her thumb and index finger, looking at it as it shined in the bleak light. "It used to be your father's." she heard her mother say, looking up at her.

"Really?" Sarah asked.

Rachel smiled and nodded. "He would always tell me that if something were to happen to him, that it would belong to me. But now I saw more fit that it'd belong to you." she said. Sarah's mother then leaned down to her level, gently putting her warm, loving hands on her daughter's face, wiping away her tears. "He loved you to death, Sarah, and he'd always tell me that you were the blessing he had waited for his entire life."

Sarah eyes began to well up with painful tears once more, immediately nuzzling her face into her mother's belly to quietly muffle her wails of agony. Rachel looked to Jack, who smiled and then walked back to the crowd, joining his wife and son. Angelica's eyes were filled with tears, her dark hair wet from the sheets of rain. Jack embraced her and their twelve year old daughter, Rosaline. Jack's first mate, Joshamee Gibbs, wiped his face with a handkerchief, ridding his eyes of tears. "A terrible loss, Jack." he said in a semi choked voice. Jack looked from Angelica, to Gibbs, and then to the two mourning women. "Aye, a terrible one, indeed." he said solemnly.

Sarah and her mother embraced each other as the rainfall continued pelting the silent and sad grounds of the cemetery, as if angels were mourning too for the loss of an honorable man, their wails thundering in the cloudy and sorrowful skies above the grounds of the cemetery, as the storm continued on.