Disclamer: I do not own anything Disney-related, the only thing I own are the actions which are not seen in the movies.
Jack Sparrow, Captain of the black pearl was nervous. They were now a mere day away from shipwreck cove. It had been fifteen years, fifteen years since jack had set foot into his home. Fifteen years since the last time he had seen his father and keeper of the code, Captain Edward Teague. When he was twenty-one years of age, he had disappeared, breaking with the man who conceived him. His father had wanted Jack to stay six months each year in shipwreck cove, being the heir of the keeper of the code. Edward said he wanted Jack to learn how to handle the responsibilities and duties, coming with the title. Jack had been scared, scared to lose his freedom. With nothing but his leather hat, a special bead, showing his status as heir and the ring his father gave him when he came of age (sixteen), he left.
He put on a carefree mask for the crew and left his cabin. No one here on board knew of his ancestry and that was exactly how he liked it, there had been some however, through the years who had wondered why he was so strict about following the code, but none had ever thought that it was because of his personal bond with the old book.
Now though, he had more urgent business to look into. They soon would be at a very difficult piece of the route and it was his duty to make sure he was the one to steer his beloved ship. There was of course a chance Barbossa would get them through safely, but he didn't want to find out.
He walked up to the helm, in drunken, waggling steps. He hated pretending to be drunk, but it was to keep him alive, so… "Augh, Hector, would you mind me taking over?"
He received a glare, "And why would I do that? We're coming across a dangerous part, or so I have heard. Jack glared back, "because, Hector, I learnt to sail on these waters, I have done this a hundred times, but you nor know what exactly to expect, nor are therefore capable of sailing these waters. I know where every rock beneath the surface is. This place is not for nothing called "shipwreck", Barbossa."
"Well then, by all means, Jack she is all yours." The older man said, before hissing in the younger man's ear, "but if you make one scratch, I will kill you as soon as everything is taken care of, right before the brethren, I am sure they will be more than happy with your death."
While keeping his expression calm, jack chuckled mentally, one did not kill the code keepers son before said man's eyes, even if that son had fallen in disgrace by his father, he stayed a Teague. The tattoo on the back of his neck could not be erased, it marked him forever as the heir and son of the Keeper. He had kept it hidden all those years by his dreadlocks, however, a few weeks ago, in the locker, he had started the slow process of untangling them and replacing them with braids. [A/N: Yes, I know that the kind of dreads our beloved Jackie has cannot simply be untangled, but let's pretend otherwise for the sake of the storyline, will we?] When he had come to the one containing his heir bead, he had stared at it for a while, before putting it into a braid. He had cut his ring out of his hat and started wearing it again, knowing his father would be hurt if he did not do so. He was however very careful of never letting it be in full sight, although he doubted any of the people on his ship would recognize it as the Heir's Ring.
Please don't be so hard on me, it's my first published fanfic!
