Rebecca Sparrow or Becky as she would rather be known as, was the daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow, she had long brown hair and big brown eyes much like him. He was currently sat in The Faithful Bride. All the while leaving her alone in her room at an inn on the other side of Tortuga.

One year ago Becky's mother died only to be left in Jack's care, which is something he wasn't exactly happy about. According to Becky, Jack isn't the best father in the world, it's not that he mistreats her like she would expect any other pirate too, it's the fact that he totally ignores her and makes it obvious that he would rather not have her around. Becky's only sixteen, her other parent not wanting to have anything to do with her after her whore of a mother treated her like nothing, was all she needed. Becky's mother would beat her everytime she did something wrong, no matter how small it was and Jack wasn't even aware of this knowledge. No matter how hard she tried he would never love her, not even bother to try, she was stuck with him until she was at least eighteen. Right at that moment a tear trickled down her cheek as she could here Jack outside of the door at the end of the hall singing in a drunken manner.

Next morning Jack woke up with a hangover from hell. He sat up in his bed with the sunlight almost blinding him as he remembered Becky in the next room. He got up to go check on her and by the looks of it she had been crying as her face looked quite tear stained and her long brown hair was sprawled out around her. He felt a sudden small pang of guilt as he looked at her but it soon disappeared. He knew exactly why she cried herself to sleep every night, he knew he made no effort with her and every time she asked him a question or spoke to him, all she would get was a one word answer or a very brief sentence. He doesn't hate her, but he doesn't love her either. Over the next few days Jack would soon learn to love his daughter.

"Pirates don't have daughters" whispered Jack to himself. "BECKY!" he yelled at the top of his voice, waking her instantly. "Gather your things and meet me downstairs, outside the inn in an hour" he said firmly.

"Why?" she asked tiredly.

"Because we are leaving," said Jack as he got up and left the room.

One hour later Becky was sitting on a bench outside the inn she had slept in the previous night waiting for Jack. She saw him walking towards her through the crowds of people as she stood up.

"Ready?" he asked. She nodded. "Follow me then."

They headed towards the docks and straight to a dinghy. "Get in" he told her, And she did as she was told without question and they soon set off.

"Where are we going?" asked Becky looking at the Caribbean Sea that lay before her.

"Wherever the wind takes us" declared Jack.