Jack Squared
-Artemis Quinn Morgenstern

Summary:
Jack Sparrow meets Jack Aubrey in this high seas adventure. Captain Jack Sparrow and his daughter Angel of the Black Pearl decide to sail the waters off the coast of Brazil. Everything is going well until they spot another ship, the HMS Surprise and meet her captain Jack Aubrey. This is the long-awaited (I hope!) sequel to "A Strange Reality" where "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl" meets "Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World." Enjoy! - Artemis

Disclaimer:
I don't own "Pirates", "Master and Commander", any of the characters except Angel, Roxanne, Chris, Kristen, the Midnight Phantom, Tequila, Secret, and I don't own any of the songs I may add in here! Don't steal ANYTHING from this story! I worked very hard on it and I hope you enjoy it! – Artemis

A Quick Note For Posterity:
This story was originally posted back in late 2004 under my original pen name of Depp's Girl. I have made a few MINOR changes to the story, but other than that, this is the original story that I posted almost 7 years ago. So please be kind in any comments! I was 16 when I wrote this! I'm posting this in original format to show the growth of my writing over the years.

Chapter 1

It had been two years since my kidnapping from my 21st century home in Jamaica and one particular morning found me in a very fancy room. I opened my eyes, the sun's rays preventing from sleeping any longer, and I looked up at the ceiling just passed the curtains around my canopy bed that was painted to resemble the sky. I thought for a moment that all the events that had happened two years ago were only a dream and that I was back in my room in Los Angeles. The sun poured through my open window and a heavenly aroma of flowers and sea air met my nose. Everything that I thought may have been a dream was quite real. I was in my room in Jack's house on the island of Tortuga. I was still a pirate, only instead of being 16, I was 18. I had been dreaming about Los Angeles again, which was why I had thought that the past two years had been a dream. I slowly got out of bed and stumbled half awake to my bathroom. Water was already in my bathtub and I stuck a finger in to get the temperature. It was room temperature...sort of. After 2 years, I had grown accustomed to cold baths. I removed my silk nightgown that had once been my mother's and tossed it onto the blue tile floor. I stepped into the bathtub and let the water soak my half awake body. I had slipped into my own little world when a sharp knock at my wooden partition brought me back to reality. It was none other than my father, Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Jack! Good lord! You're lucky this partition is in the way!" I yelled. "Can't you be like any normal person and knock on the bathroom door?"

"I've been standin' outside for about 10 minutes, knocking on your bathroom door," Jack replied. I couldn't argue with that, but I still wasn't too thrilled to be sitting stark naked in my bathtub with him just on the other side of the small partition.

"Well, now that you're in here, tell me what you want," I said, slightly irritated. If I had been his girlfriend or fiancée, I wouldn't have cared that he was in my bathroom, but I was his daughter for God's sake. At least he couldn't see anything.

"Breakfast is ready when you are." He replied as he walked out the door.

"Close that door behind you!" I yelled. The door shut loudly. I quickly finished my bath and I got out, dried off, threw on my nightgown again and strolled into my bedroom. I changed into an off-white peasant top, chocolate-brown pants, and my black knee-high boots. I combed my wet hair, then walked out of my room and headed for the kitchen.

The heavenly aroma of flowers and sea gave way to the smell of oatmeal, eggs and orange juice. I met Jack in the kitchen and joined him at the table. As usual, our breakfast was incredible. For a pirate, Jack could really cook, which I was very happy about. I've always preferred home-cooked meals to eating out. Even in the 21st century I didn't like going out to dinner.

"So, how'd you sleep last night?" Jack asked as he swallowed a bite of oatmeal.

"Fine." I replied, swallowing as well. "I was dreamin' about Los Angeles again." As much as Jack loved me, he didn't like it when I thought of California or the life I had in the 21st century. He always thought any time I thought about it, it automatically meant that I wanted to go back. Which wasn't true. I loved my life with him. It was full of excitement and adventure. A sad look came into his eyes.

"Oh," was his only response. Why did I have to mention that, I thought. I shouldn't have said anything.

"Jack…Dad. Just because I'm thinkin' about Los Angeles doesn't mean I wanna go back. 'Cause I don't," I explained. I stared deep into Jack's eyes, hoping that he understood. I couldn't tell if he did or not. He was very good at hiding his emotions from me if he really wanted to. I knew I meant the world to him, and I hated seeing him upset with me. I finished eating and took my dishes to the basin full of water, where I washed, dried, and shelved them. I then walked outside to the hammock that was strung between two palm trees in front of the single-story house Jack and I called home. I lay there, looking out to sea, deep in thought. I don't know how long I was out there - I was lost in the memories of Jack's rescue from Port Royal two years ago - when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned and saw Jack standing over me. I sat up and moved over a bit, inviting him to sit down. He did and he turned and looked into my eyes with his deep brown ones. Every time I looked into his eyes, I instantly knew why my mother, Isabella von Tassel, had fallen in love with him.

"Angel, love, it's been a while since we've been out to sea," Jack began. I remained silent. I didn't know what he was planning, but I didn't want to assume anything either. "And I was wonderin', would you like to go and see the coast of South America"

"Sure. Sounds fun," I replied. I was relieved that he wasn't planning some crazy trip to the 21st century to cause mischief (he tried to talk me into doing that a year ago). We had never sailed there before, so I didn't know how we would get there. Jack had apparently read my mind, because he answered all my questions.

"I sailed to the Galápagos Islands with your mother years ago, and I still have the maps in my cabin on the Pearl. We can start out whenever you want," Jack explained. I was very eager to go, and I expressed my excitement. Jack smiled, clearly ready to go as well. We stood and headed for the house together, Jack telling me the route he wanted to take.

"...And then, we'll go to Aruba to see your aunt..." Jack said.

"Wait, we'll go to Aruba to see who?" I asked, stopping Jack mid-sentence.

"Your Aunt Roxanne. She's your mother's sister," Jack answered, then continued as if I had never interrupted. "Then, we'll, continue along the coast of South America."

I had no idea that my mom had a sister. No one had ever mentioned that before.

"Ok...um, does Roxanne even know of my existence?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. She offered to keep you at her house in Aruba after your mother died, but it wasn't safe fer you to stay here or there," Jack explained. I was beginning to understand after Jack's explanation of how there were bounties on his head and my mother's and trying to raise me with both of them always on the run would've been impossible, so I was very eager to meet my aunt. Seeing as she was my mom's only sister, I figured she would probably be somewhat like my mom. At least, that's what I was hoping.

"Well, we're gonna need to get a hold of most, if not all the crew so we can head out in a few days," Jack informed me.

"I'll ride down to Anamaria's and see if she can get a hold of some of the others," I offered. Jack nodded in agreement and I headed behind the house to the stables. A year ago, Jack had bought me a beautiful three-year-old bay Dutch Warmblood gelding, whom I named Tequila Sunrise, and a gorgeous four-year-old black Thoroughbred gelding, whom I named Dark Secret, for my birthday . I'd helped build box stalls and I'd fenced in a large area of our backyard for a pasture. I walked into the small barn and called out to the buckskin as I approached his stall.

"Hey Tequila. Pretty boy." Tequila turned and put his head out of the top half of his stall door. He nickered softly to me and I gave him the carrot that I had grabbed from a bag near my tack.

"You wanna go for a run?" I could tell he wanted to, so I went over to a wooden box that was nailed to the wall behind me and I grabbed my grooming supplies. I curry combed and stiff brushed Tequila and then I went for my tack. I was halfway to grabbing my saddle, when I decided to ride bareback. So I turned from the saddle rack and I grabbed Tequila's bridle (Hunter-style bridle with a simple D-ring snaffle bit) off it's hook. I walked into Tequila's stall and slid the brow band onto his head and the bit into his mouth. I strapped the nose-band and throat-latch into their proper places and walked Tequila out of his stall. There was a small step ladder leaning against a nearby wall, so I grabbed it and used it to mount onto Tequila's bare back. He could tell we were about to head off somewhere, and he began to pull at his bit, trying to break into a gallop, but I held him back. We walked out of the barn and around to the front of the house where Jack was waiting.

"While you're in town, could you pick up some bread? We're fresh out," Jack requested. I nodded. Tequila was really pulling by this time, trying to get the reins free of my grip so he could take off. I loosened my grip slightly and urged him into a canter. We cantered down the hill and once we reached the bottom, I loosened my grip on the reins a bit more, allowing Tequila to stretch his neck and allowed him to take up a full gallop. We flew towards town and once we arrived, I pulled Tequila back into a canter. We cantered through the winding dirt streets of Tortuga until Anamaria's house came into view. I slowed Tequila to a trot, then down to a walk. When we reached Anamaria's house, I brought Tequila to a halt and I slid off his back. For a three-year-old, Tequila was very well trained, so I ground-tied him and knocked on Anamaria's door.

"Who's there?" Anamaria called from somewhere inside.

"It's Angel," I replied. I heard footsteps and then Anamaria opened the door. She stood before me in her usual outfit that practically mirrored mine.

"Well, so it is. What can I do for ya," she asked.

"Well, Jack wants to sail for the coast of South America and we need a crew. So, I'm here to see if you can join us and to see if you can get some more of our crew so we can set off in a couple of days," I replied, leaning against the doorway.

"Alright, well, I'm all for it and I'll see how many of the others I can get. I'll drop by your place when I get word from the others," Anamaria replied. I gave her a hug and asked for a leg up on to Tequila. Once I was mounted again, I turned Tequila towards home and let him run all the way. We ran up the hill to the front of the house and we came upon Jack asleep in the hammock. I slowed Tequila down to a walk and we crept past.

When we got to the barn, I slid off Tequila's back and took off his bridle in his stall. When I returned from hanging Tequila's bridle in my tack room, Tequila and Secret were kicking at their stall doors, begging to get out to go run in the pasture.

"Alright, alright, I'm comin'," I said to my impatient horses. I grabbed Tequila's halter off it's hook on his stall door, clipped a lead rope to it, ducked into Tequila's stall, slid the halter over my buckskin's nose, and led him out of his stall. I walked him over to a hitching post and tied him to it. Then I went and grabbed Secret from his stall. Once I had both horses in hand, I led them out of the barn to the pasture. I removed their halters and stood by the gate as I watched them gallop away across the field. I've always loved watching horses run. Over the past year, if I didn't have anything to do around the house, I'd go outside and watch Tequila and Secret run and play in their pasture and that would entertain me for hours. The walls of my room became covered in black and white drawings of my two horses after a few months. They just captured me with their grace and beauty, so I started to draw them and soon my walls filled up.

Now, as I stood watching them, I wanted to go up to my room and grab my sketchbook, but I refrained from doing so. Instead, I hung the two halters that were still in my hands on hooks outside of the pen and, after making sure the gate was latched properly, walked back to the house.