Hey, everybody! Thanks to everyone who left reviews for Chapter 1, and please keep them coming! I'm sorry that I didn't update last week, so this week I'm going to update twice, hopefully today and tomorrow, so check back, please. And also please leave reviews, follow, and favorite this story! So here is chapter 2. This chapter is from Jack's POV of his childhood. It is a little different, because it is from a narrative stand- point, as of now, but may have flash backs like in chapter 1. So here it is, and enjoy!

This is Captain Jack Sparrow, and this is the story of my young life. I highly suggest you running out now, for it's not a pretty tale.

My life began in Tortuga, that God-forsaken town, if you can call it that, on a summer day. My mother had been living on the streets at the time, working as a maid at a local bar. As soon as I was born, life was rough. We lived on the streets, and by the age of 5 I was working at the ports, trying to do anything they let me do.

But I had dreams. Even a kid like me, I had still had them. I dreamed of being on the sea all the days of my life, as the greatest Captain the world ever saw. I like to think that that dream came true, but now I have new dreams, like to live forever, for example.

One day, when I was still only 5 years old, a man who I had worked for came up to me, and said he was in need of a deckhand, and that it would pay a few dollars, but I would be gone for a few years. I took the job. How could I pass up a chance to begin my dream as a sailor and still make money for my mother?

I didn't tell her when I left. I knew she wouldn't let me go, I was still so young. I just left a note, with all the money I had gotten for joining the crew, and I told her I would see her once I got back, in 3 years.

Then I was off on the greatest adventure I thought could be possible. I learned how to fight from other pirates and I became clever, something that helped me later in life.

That first voyage was over before I knew it, but I was excited to see my mother again, I had missed her, and I couldn't wait to tell her what I had experienced, and for her to see me. I had spent two years longer then I was meant to on that ship, so I was 10 years old now, and I was practically a man.

I got home that day, and I practically ran to the small place we had lived in before I left. There was a note on the door, addressed to me, telling me to go to a small place in town once I got home. I was very confused, where was my mother?, but I went anyway.

I ran through the cobblestone streets, the wind going through my hair, until I got to the place in town. There I found a woman.

"I am Jack Sparrow. I was requested to come here by a note left for me on my mother's door," I said, still out of breath, as I held up the letter.

The woman nodded. "We were expecting you. Come," she said, gesturing with her hand for me to follow her. I went down a hallway and into a room where two chairs sat next to each other. "Sit down, Jack."

I sat, wondering numbly what was going on. "Jack, I have something to tell you," she paused, as if it was something horrible. "Your mother had something horrible done to her one night, 2 years after you left. I worked with her, you see, at the bar. This man took her and…he raped her." My breath caught. This was horrible. In that moment I wanted to kill the bastard who did that to my mother. "She was with child because of it. She was giving birth, 3 years ago," her breath caught. "You have a sister, Marinda, and she is 3, and living here. But there's something else," she stopped and looked him in the eye. "Your mother didn't make it, Jack."

Ok, well that was the chapter! I hope you enjoyed, and I'll be sure to update again next week, so be sure to check back. I hope you enjoyed!