TWO

Never before had Captain Jack looked as pale as he did then. All blood drained from his face. Had he truly just heard what he thought he heard? There was no possible way in Davy Jones' Locker this man could know about his previous life. After all, he had done his best to cover it up. This had to be some strange coincidence.

"I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest what you're talking about. Now if you'll excuse me I have an appointment with a certain alcoholic beverage." He instantly turned his attention back to the mug of rum sitting on the table in front of him.

"Oh, aye ye hav'n got any clue? 's that it then? Well, I hate to call ye a liar but ye are, Cap'n Sparrah. Ye were married a long time ago. Back 'fore ye was a pirate ye called yerself Mister Jack Sparrah. I thin' yer wife's name was Abigail weren't it not? And ye left 'er 'cause ye coudn' stand the though' o' bein' a father. Am I righ'?"

Alright, how did this fannybaws find out? No one knows that except my former wife and I. Oh and her gannet parents, they were real fond of me. And that blasted brother of hers! Actually this man looks quite a bit like her brother. But then again all oafs look the same.

"Ye can't deny it Sparrah. Ye know it's true."

"Look, I don't know how you found about this but you are not telling anyone! Is that clear, you scurvy goit?"

"Wha' did ye jus' call me? 'Cause I'm cer'ain ye didn' jus' call me a 'goit'!"

"Aye, I did call you a goit! And just so you know, I didn't leave because of fatherly insecurities. I left because I had an opportunity to exchange coin in the Caribbean. I had every intention of coming back…"

"When? When were ye gonna return to Abby an' yer little girl, eh?"

Just then, realization hit Jack like a canon ball. "Oh God, I thought I knew you. Eddie? Look, I had every intention of coming back to take care of your sister, I really did. I just never got around to it. I got very caught up in the trade down here and then the Wench sank…"

"Aye! She sank and then ye met Jones 'imself and then ye never came back! Ye wanted to be a cap'n of yer own pirate ship! Ye were content in leaving me baby sister alone and miserable! Not ta' mention pregnant!"

Jack was scared now. He knew how Eddie could get when he was angry. He went all sixes and sevens and wouldn't stop until someone was dead or severely injured. Jack could talk himself out of any situation, except for this one with Eddie.

Eddie looked like he was about to explode from anger. His eyes were bright red and his face had turned a deep shade purple.

"Jack? What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Thank God for Will Turner!

"Will! How's the Dutchman treating you, lad?"

"Fine. Now answer the question Jack."

"Well, it's nothing really. This man was just…"

"I was jus' wha' Sparrah? Ye can' talk yerself outta this one Jack. Don' ye remember ol' Eddie? I'll show ye wha' happens to ye when ye kill me baby sister!"

"You did what?" Will asked surprised.

Jack rose to his feet. "Woah, woah, woah! As far as I can recall, I haven't killed anyone's sister; unless you count that incident off the Horn of Africa with the cross dresser and the horseradish."

"Ye caused me poor Abby to hang 'erself from the chandelier! Yer gonna pay Jacky boy!"

This statement caused the entire room to cascade into complete silence. Not a breath could be heard, except for the gradual increase in Eddie's intake of breath. He was practically puffing by this point.

"Well, it's not my fault she was whackers." The moment the words left his mouth Jack knew it was high time to be running out of Tortuga.

Eddie exploded in a fit of wrath and rage. He lunged at Jack like a panther. Jack managed to slide out of the way just in time as Eddie's belly hit the spot he had been standing a moment ago. The impact was much more evident on the table and not at all on Eddie.

"Jack?" Will managed to ask as Eddie came barreling towards him. "What does he mean by you killed his sister?"

Eddie took a swing at Jack but was far too slow. "It's a long story mate!" Jack tried to hide under a nearby table but Eddie grabbed his ankle just as he dove under.

"Jack, I don't really think this is the right time for you to be avoiding the subject!" Will managed to knock one on Eddie's head, but Eddie didn't seem to notice.

"Actually, I think it's the perfect time to avoid the subject seeing how my brother-in-law is trying to kill me!" Jack had narrowly missed a chair that had come hurtling towards him in the air.

"Your brother-in-law? Jack, you're married?"

"Yes! I'll tell you all about it later. But can we please get rid of ugly first?"

Eddie was tired of playing games. He caught up to Jack and threw him up against the wall. He was about to throw a large, splintery table at full force when he felt cold steel against his neck.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

It's times like these when the boy amazes me. I have no idea where he gets it from. I guess I did train him well.

Eddie looked at Will from the corner of his eyes. "What are ye gonna do, kill me?"

"No, actually I wanted to tell you to put the table down and walk out of here."

Eddie examined his circumstances and seemed to decide that walking out was the best idea. "Fine, but ye should know that this man is a monster and needs to be done away with as soon as possible."

"Oh, I already know that. In fact, I now know that he's capable of anything."

Jack's burly brother-in-law set the table down with a loud thump. He turned around, smiled to Will, took one last glare at Jack, and left without another word.

Will helped Jack to his feet and the asked, "So, the least you can do for me saving your life is telling me what the bloody hell is going on."

"I will, mate, I will. Just let me get another mug of rum. The sot spilled mine everywhere."