Barbossa could feel Christine's hand trembling as he lead her back to the Captain's Cabin. Once in the cabin, he pulled a green apple out of his jacket and handed it to her, before grabbing an old rag, a bottle of rum, and a small piece of bandage. He folded the rag, and hold it over the opened rum bottle as he flipped it. "Now, this is going to hurt, but it's good for you."

"If it's going to hurt, how's it good for me?" Christine asked.

"It'll keep you from getting sick." Barbossa explained, before lightly patting her cut with the rum-soaked rag. Christine's eyes started to water, but then she decided that the apple would be a good distraction. When Barbossa was done, he wrapped her finger in the bandage. "Was the apple good?"

Christine nodded happily. "Yes, thank you!" She said. "Do you think a chocolate covered apple would be good too?"

Barbossa couldn't help but to smile. "You know, your Mum loved chocolate covered apples."

"You knew my Mum?" Christine asked, shocked.

"Your Mum was my little sister, which would make me your Uncle."

"What was she like?" Christine asked. "What did she look like? Do I look like her at all? What color were her eyes? Was her hair the same color as your's? Was her hair-"

"Slow down." Barbossa said. "She had pale skin, blue eyes, curly auburn hair, the same exact curls as yours. She was a sweet girl, if not a little crazy at times-"

"Oh, like you?" Christine asked.

"Yes, like me." Barbossa said, before realizing what he was agreeing to. "I mean-"

"Wait, if you're my uncle, do I call you 'Uncle'?" Christine asked, making a confused face.

'Now that looks exactly like Rebecca.' Barbossa thought. "If you must, call me 'Uncle Barbossa'.

"Ok, Uncle Barbossa!" Christine said smirking.

In the Galley...

Jack woke up on the floor, with no idea how he ended up there. Though he figured that it had something to do with the dart sticking out of his neck. He pulled it out and sat up. "What happened?"

"It happened." Teague said.

"We're back to talking about this 'it' thing again?" Jack asked, annoyed.

"What do you remember?" Teague asked.

Jack thought for a moment. "Standing next to you, feeling like I was going to explode."

"And then?"

Jack shook his head. "Nothing." He then looked around, scared. "Where's Christine?"

"She's safe with Barbossa." Teague said. "You see, the girls born into the Sparrow family are cursed. There's some kind of sense in a Sparrow man that is awakened by the Sparrow girl's blood. It can be very dangerous."

"What sense?"

"A dangerous one."

"So we're cursed?"

"You see, I never told you the whole story of the first Sparrows for a reason. I always figured that you were too young when you'd ask, and when you were old enough, I figured that you'd probably never need to know." Teague explained. "The first Sparrows were rejected from the rest of society for a reason. She was the daughter of a goddess, and he was a mortal. She made him immortal by letting him drink her blood."

"So, where are they?"

"Killed. By Calypso herself. Only the gods can kill an immortal like them. But not before their son was born." Teague said, before sighing. "The most dangerous thing to a Sparrow girl is the men in her family. Which is why I tried to keep Christine from you. Actually, I only meant to hide her until her eighteenth birthday, when her blood wouldn't be as tempting as it is now."

"How did you-"

"Your cousin Valerie. Unlike you, I had to live with her. It was very tough, especially at a certain time of the month, but I got used to it."

Jack then looked up at Teague, very confused. "Wait, why was every so relieved when she died in that ship wreck in that storm?"

"The Sparrow girl's usually don't live past their eighteenth birthday. Valerie was almost twenty." Teague said. "Jackie, now do you get what I meant earlier about needing to experience it?"

Jack nodded. He was still very confused, but it didn't matter to him. Not as much as someone else. "Is it safe for me to see Christine now?"

Teague nodded. "She's probably very scared and confused right now, so be careful. Worst come to worst, a little rum can go a long way."

In the Captain's Cabin...

Jack was expecting, and was planning on, seeing a confused and distraught little girl, crying her eyes out when he came into the sleeping quarters of the Captain's Cabin. Instead, he found Christine sitting at the end of the bed, with her arms and legs crossed, her right foot twitching in the air, and an angry look on her face. Jack had no idea what to do. "Christine?"

"Where were you?" She asked.

"Christine, you know where I was. I was below deck with your-"

"No! Where were you when I was born?" Christine demanded. "Where have you been for the past six years? Why weren't you there when I was born? Tell me!"

Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wasn't expecting to have this talk until she was older. "Well, it's a long story."

"And? We've got time."

"It's complicated."

"And you can explain the complicated parts to me." Christine said, annoyed. "Why are you trying to not tell me? I think I deserve to know!" She then thought of something. "Did you even like-"

"I wasn't there cause I wasn't planning on having kids!" Jack said, annoyed. "I only slept with your Mum to get back at your uncle for stealing the Pearl! I never liked your Mum. To me, that wench was only the means to get-"

Christine got up, walked over to Jack, and stomped her foot on his before heading toward the door and opening it. "Damn you to the depths of Davy Jones locker, Bastard." She mumbled, before slamming the door.

On deck...

Teague, after 'borrowing' a bottle of rum, went up on deck, and found Christine looking out at the ocean. He walked over to her side. "There's much more to see when the sun's-"

"I hate him." Christine mumbled. "I wish he never found me."

Teague looked down at Christine, noticing the tears streaming down her cheeks, before looking back at the dark water. "You shouldn't say that about your Da."

"But he deserves it."

"After everything's he's done for you?"

"He deserves that and much more." Christine insisted, before looking up at Teague. "He doesn't even want me. He'll probably drop me off the next-"

Teague sighed. "Christine, you know your Da loves you." He said, before kneeling down in front of her. "Even if he wasn't too fond of your Mum, he still wants to have you around."

"How do you know?"

"Because if he didn't want you around, he wouldn't have you around now." Teague said, as Christine's eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Christine, what's wrong?"

"I said something very mean to Da."

"Which was?"

Christine looked down at the deck. "I said 'Damn you to the depths of Davy Jones Locker, Bastard'."

"And who taught you this?"

"Uncle Barbossa."

It gets better...I'll probably explain why Fitzy's in the story soon (besides the fact that, even though I like Jack, I like his enemies too)

Barbossa's doing a great job with Christine's vocabulary...teaching such great words *rolls eyes*

I'll update soon