This is a log of my life.

It all began with my father, a (mostly) respectable code-following pirate, and my mother, daughter of a (mostly) respectable code-following pirate. They married young and had me a few years later. My father wanted to call me Mathius, after himself, but my mother liked the name Jack. As usual, she won out. "See, don't Jack Sparrow sound much better than Mathius Sparrow?" She asked, much to the offense of my father. I was now officially Jack Sparrow.

I grew up, and went out on the pirate ships with my father. Plundering and pillaging. Yes, those were the good old days, when I was just a wee lad, I learned everything I know about pirating from old pap, and even got to keep a few trinkets from what we plundered. Some of the first things I plundered by myself were a couple jeweled crowns, numerous gold coins, a heavy gold goblet and fancy gentlemen's dagger... but the best was a shiny little silver tiara with a lovely vine "S". Gave it to my mother. She wore it to all the Pirate's Wife socials. I went with my mother a few times to those socials when I was little (Only out of politeness you understand). Always lots of rum and food there.

When I was only fifteen my mother died of pneumonia, may she rest in peace. In her hands, she held the little silver tiara, and was buried that way. A few months later, my father died. Hit by a cannon ball.. Dreadful business sometimes, pirating...