As stunned as he was, Jack couldn't help but to admire her. The young woman had long red hair and green eyes that stood out from olive colored skin. She looked embarrassed at the sight of him, but then it cleared away to nervousness. Quickly, he closed the door so that no one else would see. He locked it too.

"Jack Sparrow?" She asked.

"Do not speak of my father." He demanded.

"So, you're his son?" The woman asked.

"Yes, I am." Jack nodded suspiciously. "Captain Jack Sparrow Jr. Who are you?"

"Crystal." She simply answered.

"Crystal…" He repeated. Then he glared at her accusingly,"What are you doing aboard the Black Pearl and why are you in here?"

"I-I'm part of the crew, of course." Crystal stammered.

"The crew doesn't enter this cabin without permission, miss."

"I'm sorry for intruding then, Captain Sparrow."

"It's just Jack." He waved his hand. Whenever someone referred to him as Captain Sparrow, it reminded him of his father. "Not Captain Sparrow, please."

"I'm sorry, Jack." She corrected herself.

"Thank you." Jack sighed. "Now, if you don't mind, please put your clothes back on."

"Huh? Oh. Right!" Crystal blushed.

He rolled his eyes. "So...Gibbs recruited you, I suppose?"

"Gibbs?" She looked at him strangely. "Oh, the gray haired man? Yes, yes he did."

"You seem...new to this. To being a pirate." He forced a small smile.

"I am." She admitted with a small nod, tying her corset back into place. "My first adventure aboard a pirate ship. What about you?"

"I've been a pirate for two years." Jack explained. "I'm still learning things too, don't worry. We can learn together."

Crystal sat down on the bed, giving him a small smile. "Sure, I guess."

"How old are you?" He asked curiously.

"Eighteen." She told him. "You look around the same age."

"Pretty close." He said with a shrug. "I'm nineteen."

She nodded with a small smile. She suddenly asked,"Why are you still standing?"

"Uhh…" He glanced around. Sure enough, he was still standing in front of the door. "I honestly don't know." He admitted with a guilty grin.

"Come over here and sit down." Crystal offered, patting the bed beside her. "I don't bite."

"Uh...sure." Jack consented hesitantly.

He stumbled over to the bed and sat beside her. He had an awkward, uncertain feeling in his gut. Sitting on a bed next to a stranger. Not what he had in mind.

"You seem troubled." She spoke up.

"I-It doesn't matter." He assured her, shaking his head. "I'm fine, really. So, how long have you been on the ship?"

"Since it left port." She told him. "The rest of the crew is everywhere!"

He gave her a small smile. "Yeah, they are, aren't they? I put them to work lifting the anchor and lowering the sails. That kind of stuff, if you get what I mean. Have you been on any ship before?"

"Of course, silly!" She grinned. "I was on a British ship and as they passed Tortuga. I left in a dingy."

"Smart." Jack chuckled. "Glad you found your way here, I guess."

Crystal smiled. "I'm here because I want a life of adventure, of course."

"Of course." He murmured, distractedly. Then he snapped back to reality. "Crystal, where are you from?"

"Port Royal. What about you?"

"A small town just outside of London. Though...it got sort of, well, raided."

"Oh wow."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"How long ago was that?" Crystal asked.

"Two years ago, the night I got on this ship for the first time." Jack told her.

"So, if you are Jack Sparrow's son and you're captain of his ship, where is he?" She asked.

He clenched his teeth angrily as raw grief flooded through him. "I told you not to speak of him."

"But where is he?"

"Not here. And I'm going to change that. Very soon."

So, I've decided to write another Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction. It isn't related to this one at all though. It'll be about a younger Jack Sparrow. It'll also be in first person point of view too. Still haven't come up with a name though. You can give me ideas in your reviews.