All Things Begin
The stars in the night sky glittered like rare jewels, twinkling brightly even as the rain battered down. Teague took no notice of the unpleasant weather as he stood on deck, he just admired the stars. So many, so small, yet so fierce- like the life of pirates.
The wind was but a whisper, making the waves ripple just slightly as they sailed. He didn't know if it was good or bad luck to be born at sea, but he thought it was fitting for his son. The life of a pirate, a person bound to the ocean, would be his life from the start.
"Captain?" One of the deckhands appeared at his side. "Mrs. Sparrow will see you now."
He nodded his thanks, heading below deck to see the woman who he had married, and now, a year later, was the mother to his son.
Aviana Sparrow was not a pirate, or at least hadn't been one when she had married Teague. She was a beautiful woman, a passionate woman, a vibrant life. Her beauty had captivated him at first, but being married didn't quell his curiosity about her. He was constantly learning she wasn't just what met the eye.
She had wanted a child very much, something she spoke of even before their wedding. Teague was older and wiser than her and he had been with many women, but she was the only one he could see.
When he entered their bedchamber though, her eyes were only for her newborn son. "Have you thought of a name, pet?" he asked her.
Her gaze never left the swarthy face of their baby. "Jack Sparrow." Her accent was heavy, her voice as lilting as the music of the sea. When she had came to him she had spoke little English, but it didn't matter. He understood and what's more, even when he was silent, he felt she could hear all the thoughts of his heart. "Mi corazon."
"I thought I was your heart." Teague said, almost jealously.
"You are. Always." She looked up at him, eyes burning like a fire. "But now so is Jack."
"Can't have two hearts, love." He sat down besides her, watching as her diamond ring glinted in the candlelight.
"My heart is big enough for both, just as yours is."
"The only one I love is you." Teague replied.
She just smiled knowingly, not arguing. He did love his ship, almost as much as his wife.
"You will hold him." She handed him the small bundle in her arms, watching as Teague sat back with his boy child.
He had never been around many children, save for his own brothers and sisters, long ago. Pirates never had much use for children, he figured. But now here was his own, a strange figure wrapped in an old wool blanket, his skin dark and eyes large like the shiny black pebbles you would find alongside the river.
The infant stirred, fists clenched as he and his father stared each other down for the first time.
"He will be trouble, no doubt. Being born in a storm…on a pirate ship…he looks like trouble."
"Aye." The mother smiled. "Like his father. He will be trouble and beautiful, so beautiful he will break hearts wherever he goes. But he will be a good man."
Teague just gave her an amused smile. "He will be Jack Sparrow."
The end.