Okay loves! So here I go, posting another Jack/ OC story! I just can't help myself! Seriously! I have Jack Sparrow disease! I've been talking pirate constantly, stealing (pickpocketing) my mom, only to ask her where the car keys are, watching her scramble for it, when I have it in my hand! Then I give it back to her yellin g " GET WHAT YOU CAN, GIVE NOTHING BACK!" Before running back down the stairs bedfore she can hit me lol!

Okay: Disclaimer! I do not Own POTC! I'm so glad POTC 5 is coming out soon! lol!

And Enjoy!

Young Jack Sparrow stepped off his father's ship, giddy to touch fresh land and play in the short time that he and his father's ship had docked to resupply.

Captain Edward Teague Sparrow grabbed his boy's arm before the little six year old could stir trouble with the natives of Islas de Spanita.

"Jackie boy, do not get in trouble with the natives...more than usual."

Little Jack nodded innocently, and Teague let go of his son, ruffling his wavy, curly, unruly locks, before letting the boy run off before barking orders to his crew.

Little Jack smiled as he ran through the village, as innocent as a pirate's son could be.

Jack saw an apple cart briming with ripe, fresh apples.

Jack eyes gleamed as went to reach for one, but his tiny hand was slapped away roughly.

"Yo no dan manzanas de forma gratuita. Si quieres un sueldo o yer poco scram bribón!" The large Spanish woman said to Jack, who frowned. He had no idea what the woman was saying, but she didn't look happy.

A young onlooker watched as Jack had reached for the apple. The young girl was a native of the Islands, and had known these streets better than anyone else and had never seen the boy before. And she wanted to help the boy. After all, who doesn't like Senora Feritad's delicious apples?

The little thief ran up to the cart, and within a blink of a eye had already stolen the purse of shillings and three apples, before running.

"Run!" The girl said to Jack with a smile plastered on her face, their eyes connecting for a second before Jack , having no choice but to run after the girl who ducked through tight alleys between Spanish homes and shops.

The girl eventually stopped and turned to a hard breathing Jack behind her.

"Why...did we run?"

"B'cause de lady likes to hit children with shovels or shootin at thieves with her pistol." The girl said in english, but lathered in a beautiful Spanish accent.

"Aye, who be you?" Jack said walking to the girl, who looked to be his age, if not a day less.

" Alastia Delante, what's your's? And here, I think you want one."

Alastia handed Jack two apples, keeping one for herself.

"Jack. Jack Sparrow."

"Sparrow? Like the bird?"

"Aye." Jack's little voice replied.

Alastia and Jack smiled at each other as they sat down in the dirt, between two buildings, and ate their apples. Alastia took out the cloth purse and poured the shillings on the ground, then proceeded to try to count the money.

"...so you're a thief?" Jack asked as he chewed his apple and looked at the shillings with interest as the glittered when the sun permeated the clouds occasionally.

"Yep. " Alastia answered as she put the shillings up and pocketed them.

Alastia fumbled with her green scarf she used as a sash. Her white blouse was slightly stained from the building she layed against with her new friend, and her brown breeches had a patch where previously there had been a hole right above her right knee.

"Why do ya wear boy's cloths?" Jack asked looking at Alastia's clothes.

"You can't run in a dress!" Alastia laughed at Jack, who laughed childishly too.

"I never seen you here before Jack. " Alastia wondered aloud, chewing on her apple core, before tossing it away.

"Me and dad just came here. We were on the ocean for a long time."

"Oh so you're one of the guys with the red coats and weird hair?"

"Eew no! We're pirates!" Jack said laughing.

Alastia looked at him with curious wide eyes.

"You're a pirate? Like go on the sea and adventures!" Alastia exclaimed grinning ear to ear like a six year old would.

Jack and Alastia stood up, and Alastia took Jack's hand as they ran through the streets, Alastia stealing three more apples along with a loaf of bread that the baker had laid out on the windowsill to cool.

Jack sat smiling as he ate the fresh bread with Alastia on the long pier, as they played with the fisherman's bait boxes, watchingt the air filled barrels bob in the water unattended.

"¿Quieres ser mi amigo?" Alastia said to Jack.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to be friends?" Alastia said.

"I thought we already were...but I have to leave soon." Jack replied sadly.

Alastia frowned. She didn't want her friend to leave, she had always been by herself for as long as she could remember, she didn't want him to leave.

"Why?"

"Dad only came here for a little while. Not for long time." Jack said sad, still pulling on the bait barrel's rope.

"Well take me with you! Then we can be friends longer!" Alastia said smiling.

"Okay!" Jack took Alastia's hand and pulled her from the docks, away from the setting sun, running delightfully to his father's fearsome ship.

"Jackie boy, I said no." Teague Sparrow argued with his stubborn son.

"Yes! Dad, let her come with us! Please?"

"No!" Teague said sternly, but Jack was unperturbed.

"We leave the girl here."

"I'll hide her! I'll put hide her where ya never find her!" Jack pouted.

Captain Teague Sparrow looked at the Spanish girl, her long wavy tresses and pouty face.

She was obviously not afraid of Captain Teague.

"Where yer mum? Go back ter her lass." Teague said to the girl.

"I...I don't have one." Alastia said sadly.

Teague frowned. "Go to yer dad."

"I... don't have that either." Alastia sad sadder than before looking down lon the dock.

"Jackie boy, you managed to befriend a orphan. Let's go son. She don't belong here with us."

Teague started up the gangplank.

"Then I'll stay!" Little Jack said, his little red sash swaying in the wind, just as the sun started to set.

Teague slowly turned around at the word of his son's slight defiance. Teague slowly decended back down the gangplank, eyeing his son in a mad glare.

He looked at his stubborn son. Jack stared up at his dad with a defiant crinkled brow and and stationary stance, his tunic and breeches dirty from the day's adventure.

"She's you're responsibility. Put the kids on the bloody ship." Edward Teague Sparrow said irritatedly to his first mate, who lifted the two children on his shoulder, carrying them as if they were barrels over his shoulders...

Okay and the friendship starts!

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