A/N: This I started some time ago and now I'm redoing it so it sounds nicer and makes a bit more sense. Go Pirates!

I looked out from the top of the mast, spotting an island off in the distance. Although there were plenty of islands spread out across the oceans, I could swear I heard singing coming from this one. It was a haunting tune, a melody unlike anything I had ever heard before.

"Mr. Gibbs, take us onto that island!" I exclaimed, jumping down from mast with a rope.

"Aye sire, sounds…wait, why do you want us to go to some island?" he asked.

"Can't you hear music coming from it?" I asked while still listening to the tune as it flowed across the wind.

"Aye sir, but still, why?" Gibbs asked.

"Because I'm curious about it that's why," I said. "Now head towards that island!"

"It would give the crew a chance to relax while you go and explore this singing," Gibbs replied. "Though I think you're daft for doing so. All right ye dogs, let's head towards that little isle!"

He walked off and I smiled. "And now I shall find out who is singing. The only thing is; who could be stranded on an island and sing that loud? This better not be a siren." I headed towards the boats to prepare on to go ashore.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. I just own the plot and the original characters I place in here.

Child of Jack Sparrow

I took one of the small boats ashore and gauged the island as I got out of it. The island was fairly small, and I could easily hear the singer get louder as I came towards it. It was a beautiful voice I was hearing. I walked inland and noticed a small garden, a hut, and several other things including a small well, indicating someone was living here, or at least, it used to be inhabited. How did it all get to be on this island though? There certainly weren't enough raw materials on this island unless someone brought them over by boat. Who would chose to live isolated away from civilization on an island? The last two times I was on an island, there was no food. How can someone farm in sand? I walked on towards the voice, and noticed a nesting of rocks and something feathery moving between them, black feathers at that. I drew my sword half expecting to see a siren and the need to defend myself but instead, I watched the feathery mass shift and turn towards me, the singing now stopped.

"Oh my," a soft voice said, and my jaw dropped. It was a woman! A woman with black wings. This could be no siren, for sirens were meant to be ugly things that drew in sailors with their song, and here she was a beautiful maiden!

"Hello there," I said, looking her up and down with interest. She had on only a dress, torn in several places leaving some very interesting things shown.

"You must have heard my singing. I'm terribly sorry if I drew you outside of your charted course. I only sing for the birds and the fish to hear me," she said. "It's lonely out here." God she was gorgeous!

"You don't seem to be a siren or some unsightly beast trying to lure me into a trap…" I trailed off, gauging her warily. "Nor do you look like a demon, although I could be mistaking you for some kind of angel."

She laughed, and it was a soft and gentle laugh that made me feel warm inside. "No, no, I'm not any of those things. My wings are no longer good for flying, the magic that used to allow that is gone. No, I'm not a beast either. I can't really stand the taste of meat, of course, that could also be because I've been without it for several years now."

"Well, why are you here?" I asked, sheathing my sword. I didn't feel like I was going to be in danger. "Are you in need of rescue?" I had doubts about that however, considering this island was well set up in one way or another for a single person to live her comfortably from what I had seen so far.

"Come back to my home, perhaps I can give you something for your kindness. I have no need of rescue, though I thank you very much for caring," she replied. She evaded the first question well enough.

"Why are you here in the first place?" I repeated. I also noted in her voice pain, that she had been through much pain. To anyone else it wouldn't be as noticeable, but even through her angelic voice I was able to hear pain.

"My name is Melody Umi Fae. What is your name good sailor?" she asked, still avoiding my question.

"My name is Captain Jack Sparrow, but you still haven't answered my question lass as to why you're here in the first place," I said, doing my best to remain calm.

She looked at me as her expression turned to one more of sorrow than of the faint happiness I had seen before. She walked past me and I looked at her again, the soft toed sandals and how her dress was down to her knees. She had long strawberry blond hair and soft green eyes.

"Aye," I whispered, "That's a beauty."

"Follow me," she said, beckoning me to follow her. I followed after, all the while trying to memorize every detail I saw. Perhaps it was time I had a new woman.

…

She explained to me that she had come to live in isolation out of choice because her tribe shunned her for her blackened wings. She was given things to help her survive on her own and was transported to this little island. She said she had no reason to leave unless someone asked for her help and was honest about it. Her magic faded from disuse and the little she had left was devoted to healing the creatures of the sky and sea that came to her. The creatures would often bring food or herbs if she required them as well.

Throughout this story I saw the look of loneliness about her, with the sadness in her eyes. I felt just a little bit different near her, and she seemed to like me well enough. This lass was special.

"So, what really brought you here or was it just to hear my singing?" she asked. I think I was in love.

"Curiosity killed the cat love. Are you sure you don't want off this isle?" I asked, trying to start the process of seduction. I wanted her badly; she was such a beautiful woman.

"I'm happy here. I could only think of settling down further, that would be my only reason to leave. You know Mr. Jack, have a family and live a full life," she said. Damn, a family? Settling down? It could end up being worth it, she seemed special enough and I really wanted her.

"Well, then come with me," I suggested gently.

"I can only go away with someone I love," she replied with a faint smile. I looked at her. What would it take to get this lass off the island?

I did a bit of quick thinking. "How about this, let's do an accord. You stay with me and my crew for a month or something close, and if you don't find me at all attractive, or someone else on my ship, as unlikely as that is or hell, even find that life off of this island isn't so bad, we'll take you back to this island without a fuss." I said and held out my hand. Her faint smile broadened and she paced back and forth in her little house for a few moments.

"I, Melody Umi Fae will agree to you accord Mr. Jack," she said, seemingly delighted.

"Please lass, call me Jack," I said and took her hand into mine, kissing it gently. She took only a small bag of things with her and we headed back to the ship. The only look I got was from Gibbs, who muttered, "He never changes."

…

I did it. I don't know what got into me. And it was all proper in Tortuga and everything! I married her; I swear I must've been drunk! She loved it though; quite literally head over heels for me. She was a good bedmate though, and very interesting to talk to. She had her stories just as I had mine. Melody knew her medicine better than anyone I knew, and my crew was the better for it. I swear that all the crew seemed to work better in her presence.

However, she herself had fallen ill and she was at a doctor's in Tortuga. I wasn't worried…much.

Melody came running towards me and leapt into my arms. "Jack, Jack! You won't believe the news I have! I described my symptoms to the doctor and he called in a Midwife! I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed. My mind was reeling at that point. What had she just said?

"Pre…pregnant?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes, with your child. Oh, isn't it wonderful?" she asked. I could've sworn that I never…damn.

"Well, yes, I suppose," I said and raised an eyebrow at her smiling face. "Boy or girl?" If it was a boy, I'd be okay; I could deal with a boy. Teach the boy how to be a proper pirate and all. A girl, on the other hand…gods I hope it wasn't a girl. How would I raise a daughter?

"I can't be sure of course, but I think it will be a girl," she said and she was positively beaming. Well, I guess, well…she'd be there to raise a girl and teach her all those girly things right? And I could still teach her the art of being a pirate. Right?

"Well darling, it seems that family you wanted isn't too far off, is it?" I asked. I took her into my arms, lovingly kissed her and we headed off back to the Pearl to share the good news.

"We're ready to sail Captain!" Gibbs yelled as I headed up the dock with wife in arm. "and did the doctor have news? Is the lass okay?"

"Take a look, she's positively beaming! I believe fate has decided I'm supposed to be a father," I said. "And anyone who thinks I can't be one will be … thrown overboard!"

"Aye, aye sir, and congratulations!" Gibbs exclaimed, although it was quite obvious he wanted to start laughing at me.

9 Months Later…

"C'mon love, you'll be okay," I said as she cradled the sleeping child in her arms. It was a girl, a beautiful baby girl. But Melody, she wasn't doing so well.

"No, I think I won't be dear. Please, name her Crystal…" she whispered. I was amazed at the tears in my eyes. She was loosing her life because of this child. Our child. The midwife looked at me with pity.

"Love, I can't raise a girl, much less take care of a baby!" I said, trying to deny everything. "Who'll be there to teach her all those girlie things she needs to learn?"

"Teach…Teach her how to be the best pirate…just like her father. Let her be herself, there's nothing to fear from her if you love her. You'll be fine," she said as her breath began to slow.

"I love you," I murmured, giving her a soft kiss on the lips and touching her soft and smooth hair. "I've only had you for such a short time love, I wanted more."

"I know that Jack, my Jack. I love you too; I want you to be happy. Protect her Jack," she whispered. "She is your child... my… Jack… my… strong… husband… Jack." She touched my face and her hand fell to her side. I took it and placed it on her stomach, feeling her go lifeless in my arms. I held her for as long as I could bear while I cried, and then picked up my daughter, my little Crystal Sparrow. My only child and I would love her. I'd take Melody's body and bury her on that little island she lived upon, her home.

I'd raise this daughter of mine, I promised I would. I gently bent down to pick her up into my arms. The sleeping child looked so much like her mother; at least, I hoped she would… look like my love. Little Crystal awoke and began to cry. I rocked her gently against me, I didn't care if it made me look soft; she was my child, my only child. Her mother gave her life bringing her into this world, and already I missed my melody. I sank to the floor and touched my child's head gently. The midwife offered to take her away but I shook my head.

"Just a moment," I said as I ran my fingers across Crystal's head, "I need to tell her something." I gently lifted Crystal so that she could face her mother.

"Never forget little one. She was your mother," I whispered to her. "She gave her life for you, so remember her as I will, with love, life, and warmth. I'll teach you whatever I can from what I know. Don't worry little love, I'll protect you." I handed her over to the midwife to care for as I started going onto the task of finding a wet-nurse. I wouldn't loose this child, not to hunger or to sickness or anything. She was my own child.

…

"I love you Jack, my husband, my loving husband Jack. Please watch over her and protect her… dearest Jack… I love you…"