Five. Five years had passed since I last saw Jack. Five years since we last had any contact.
Hello again.
My name is Pia Sterlin, and this is the story of my life after Captain Jack Sparrow abandoned me for the second time in Shipwreck Cove.
I believe that you remember the note that Jack had left me before he left.
Am I right?
No?
Well let me remind you.
Luv,
I'll be long gone when you read this. I just wanted to say that this is all for your own good. I won't beat around the bush; you're too weak at the moment. We've earned a lot of enemies, and now you're in a place where I know you'll be safe. I know you will not want to listen to me, but for once in your life; stay put. Stay at Shipwreck Cove, where my Da' can look after you. I'll be back in six months.
Jackie
That sounds familiar, doesn't it? You remember now, right? Good.
You know me, I was not about to remain hidden. I was not about to stay in a place where every corner reminded me of Jack.
I did what every other woman would have done, or maybe not.
Jack had left me quite a hefty sum of money, so I bartered a passage for myself to the Mediterranean. I wanted show everyone that I was not weak, like Jack made me out to be; that I was not dependant on him, that I was worthy of my title as Pirate Lord of the Mediterranean.
But most of all, I wanted to go home.
I wanted to go to the home that I never knew I had.
I wanted to go back to my father.
The captain of The King's Wrath, the ship that was going to the Mediterranean, was not eager to have me on board. But after a lot of persuasion and haggling, he agreed. It's curious how with a little eyelash batting a woman can get whatever she wants, most of the times anyway.
The journey was not an easy one for me. I noticed that the help that the sea used to give us when I was on board the Pearl was absent this time round.
I wondered what the meaning of it was.
As far as I knew, I had done nothing wrong to Calypso. And I knew that she was inclined to help me due to our...close relation.
She was my father's mother after all, as odd and far-fetched as that sounds.
Upon our arrival to Malta, everyone was glad that the long and arduous journey was finally over.
And so I turned up on my father's doorstep; tired, worn out and broken by Sparrow. That happened five years before this tale. After those five years, my life was very different from my days with Captain Jack Sparrow.