So...I began thinking about things and my mind drifted toward my original Legend story. And I came up with this. Its my first one shot, and I do like it, I think. And...its rather important to the plot later on in my sequel stories. Because...oops! I wrote much (well...all) of my original story before the third movie came out, and some of the details don't match up. Mainly...Captain Teague. Here be me fix.

It takes place on the Pearl while Jack and Selesta are still teens. Whilst dear ol' Not-Captain-Yet Jack Sparrow is teaching his Not-Yet-Bonny Lass Selesta how to sword fight.


"Ow!" I exclaimed falling to the deck.

"Come on! Ye have to block." Jack held out his hand. I grabbed it and hoisted myself back up.

"I did block." I mumbled, readjusting my bandana. "You attacked too hard. Forced me down..."

"I did not." He protested. I rolled my eyes and put my sword back in it's sheath. He grabbed the hilt and pulled it back out. "What're ye doing? I didn't say class was over." He smiled.

"No. But I did." He laughed and handed me my sword back. I put it in it's sheat, again, and sat down on the deck. I was tired and sore, to say the least. It was my first day of Jack's sword fighting lessons and I wasn't sure if I'd ever learn. It was so hard! I smiled as Jack sat down next to me.

"I can't do this." I shook my head. He looked over at me and laughed.

"Sure ye will. It'll just take ye a while."

"Says the boy that's been swordfighting since birth." I laughed. He smiled and shook his head.

"No, actually."

"No?" I asked. "When'd you learn, then?"

"Just after I began sailing on the Pearl."

"When you were...seven...right?" I asked, checking to see if I'd gotten the facts right.

"Aye." He answered.

"What did you do before that?" I asked. He hesitated before answering.

"I, uh...I lived with me mother." He looked away slightly.

"Was your father still captain of the Pearl then?" I asked, curious.

"Aye." He answered slowly.

"So he wasn't there?" I asked slower, feeling empatheic about the way the conversation was going.

"No." He almost whispered. I shook my head.

"I know the feeling." I muttered.

"No ye don't." Jack smiled slightly, looking at me agian. I looked at him, but said nothing. "Why're ye so mad at him?" He asked suddenly, looking toward my father up in the rigging. I followed his gaze but focused by attention back to the deck afterward.

"Because."

"Because...?"

"Because he lied to me about a few rather important things, don't you think?" I raised my voice slightly. Jack seemed unphased.

"At least he was there. I didn't really meet me father until me mother died." Jack said, his voice as steady as before. My gut twisted slightly.

"You never met your father?" I asked.

"They weren't married. Why should I have met him?" He asked rhetorically. "I...did meet him, but I hardly knew or acknoledged him when he'd visit. I was named after me mother, so I didn't want anything to do with him."

"You were? But your father goes by...Sparrow..." I said.

"Aye...now. Just because they weren't married doesn't mean he didn't love her. When he heard wind that she died, he came to find me. He was upset, and so he decided to go by Captain Sparrow. Her last name. Kind of his...self appointed pirate name." He smiled. "We're closer these days..." He finished.

"Well...he goes by Captain Sparrow, but...what's his real name?" I asked.

"Teague."

"Teague." I repeated. "Hmm...Jack Teague. Jack Sparrow. You know...I like Jack Sparrow better." I smiled.

"Me too." He laughed.