"Da?" Christine said, tugging on Jack's shirt. She was wearing a little white nightgown. "Da?"

"Hmm?" Jack said, half awake. He was wearing nothing but his shirt and trousers. He looked at a clock in the room."Christie, it's two in the morning. What're you doing in here?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Why?" Jack asked. That's when he heard the thunder. He couldn't help but to smirk at Christine's scared face as he lifted part of the blanket. "Alright, get in."

"Thank you." Christine said, snuggling up next to Jack. "You smell like paprika."

"Long story." Jack said, rolling his eyes. "So, your Grand Da was teaching you spices?"

Christine nodded. "Oh yeah! Da, is it ok if Grand Da shows me how to use a sword? Like he taught you?"

Jack's smirk fell as hundreds of bad memories of fencing lessons with Teague flooded back into his mind. "I'll teach you when your older."

"But Uncle Barbossa said that you're not very good."

"Really?" Jack said, very interested.

Christine nodded. "Uncle Barbossa said that he could beat you any day."

"Anything else?"

"Grand Da agreed with Uncle Barbossa." Christine said. "Though Grand Da also said that you'd 'give him a run for his money', whatever that means." Then the thunder cause her to flinch.

Jack wrapped his arms around her. "Is the thunder still that scary?" He asked. He could feel Christine's head move as she nodded. He started stroking her curly hair soothingly. "It's ok, I'll make sure you're safe."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Christine held out her pinky with a serious look on her face. "Pinky promise?"

Jack rolled his eyes, before holding out his pinky. "Fine."

After the pinky promise, Jack spent the rest of the night softly stroking Christine's hair as he stared at the ceiling, thinking...

"Da! Da, Wake Up!" Christine shouted, shaking Jack's shoulder. He didn't even move. "Oh that's it!" She then took a deep breath and leaned down to his ear. "DA! WAKE UP!"

Jack jumped, nearly having a heart attack. "What? What is it? Kraken?"

"No. Grand Da." Christine said. "He's waiting in the other room."

"Wha? What Other-Oh right." Jack said pulling on his vest. He just remembered renting out two bed rooms at Mama Barbie's inn the night before for Christine and himself, then Christine running into his room because of a thunder storm. "Where's my jacket?"

"I hung it on the chair with your hat." Christine said, pointing over at the chair in front of a vanity stand with a mirror.

Jack couldn't help but to smirk as Christine quickly brushed her hair. "Is there something I should know about?"

Christine smiled back. "No."

"Are you sure?"

Christine nodded.

"Your friend's name?"

"Willy."

"Let me guess: Grand Da brought Willy with him?"

In the next room...

"Bloody Hell. Another Turner!?" Jack blurted out, seeing Willy. "Am I cursed to forever be surrounded by the Turners?"

"Jack, aren't you being a little dramatic?" Teague asked, before kneeling down to the kids. "You two go play downstairs. In you need anything, Fitzwilliam's down there."

Jack watched as both kids ran off. "Fitzwilliam?"

"Got him convinced that if he doesn't listen to my commands, I'll feed him to the sharks." Teague said. "So, you said you had a problem?"

"It's Christine's birthday."

"Oh? When?"

"Today." Jack said. "What do I get a seven year old?"

Teague smirked, before pulling something out of his pocket. "Remember this?" He asked, holding the small sparrow shaped box. "It's the music box you used to listen to at night. It's been passed down in the Sparrow family for generations. I think it's about time it got passed down again."

That night...

Christine looked at the small box in her hands, with confusion written all over her face. "Da?"

Jack smirked, carefully moving Christine onto his lap. "Christie, first you turn this." He hand, guiding her hand. "Then you open it."

Christine's face lit up as 'Hoist the Colors' started. "Wow!" She said, surprised. Then she noticed that Jack was humming along. "Da, you know the song?"

Jack wrapped his arms around Christine protectively. "Yes."

"Can you teach it to me?"

"Maybe someday, when you're older." He said. Then there was a knock at the door of the outer room. "I'll be right back. He kissed Christine's forehead, before answering the door. "Hector, I'm guessing your Mum found you."

"Shut up." Barbossa said, still rubbing his cheek. "I never thought my own Mum would take your side."

"Well I am Captain-"

"Da?" Christine said, walking over. "Oh. Hi Uncle Barbossa! Look at what Da gave me!"

Barbossa kneeled down in front of her. "That's very nice. Now, turn around and close your eyes." He said, reaching into his pocket. "And move your hair." He then tied something around her neck. "Now you can open your eyes."

Christine opened her eyes and ran to the mirror. Around her neck as a dark red choker with a gold charm hanging on it. There was a sparrow engraved in it. "Wow!"

"Good luck getting her to move from that mirror." Barbossa said, smirking. "She seems happy."

Jack nodded, before holding his hand out to Barbossa. "We're going to need to stop fighting if we're going to raise her."

Barbossa sighed, shaking Jack's hand. "I'm staying on the Pearl."

"Starboard Side's all your's." Jack said, before Barbossa started walking away. "Oh and, why red?"

"I figured that it was a Sparrow family thing, all the red."

Later that night...

Jack woke up to the sound of thunder and went to check on Christine. He couldn't help but to smirk at what he saw.

Christine, sound asleep in her bed, with the music box still playing on the nightstand...

I actually rewrote this chapter last night...changed part of the storyline, very slightly (or atleast in my head it's very slight...)

As for the music box, I really like music boxes. When I was younger, very year I'd ask santa for a music box (and a venus fly trap...I'll admit, I was a very odd little girl...). Never got either one, so I'm gonna try to buy myself one...