Rose didn't particularly want to meet the Captain. The Captain frightened her. Why was Jack so intent on taking her with him? Rose began to drag her feet, for she wanted nothing to do with this.

Jack only tugged at her harder, leading her into the cabin. It was dark, lit only by a few scarce candles, and in the corner by the windows, Rose could just barely make out the silhouette of the Captain. His presence was like a thick tree, domineering and unwavering.

Jack was furious and Rose could feel it. He stormed right up to him dragging her right behind him and stopped suddenly, pulling her between them.

Teague looked down at Rose, and Rose felt her body tremble with his glare. "What's this?" he asked Jack.

"Hmm," Jack replied sardonically. "Funny you should ask what this is. This," he said, motioning to Rose, "Is Rose...do you have a last name?"

"No," Rose replied.

"No?"

"No."

"Well, you're in for quite the surprise, Rose!" Jack said, looking back at the Captain, who narrowed his eyes in response. "Stop wasting my time, Jack. We have important matters to discuss."

"None as important as this," Jack curtly remarked. "Who's Anna?"

Rose's heart fluttered. What was Jack doing?

The captain narrowed his eyes. "Who?"

"I said, who's Anna?"

The captain shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"No?" Jack said. He knelt next to Rose. "Rose, my dear, I'm going to have to borrow your necklace, but I'll give it back I swear."

Rose initially objected, but was persuaded to let it off her neck. She then was dumbfounded by what happened next. Jack reached into his shirt, and pulled a nearly identical pendant from around his neck. He fit the two pieces together perfectly.

"Indonesian pendents," Jack said, staring at the Captain. "Unique. None other like them. One for Mother and one for you. Tell me, where's yours?"

The Captain's eyes bore straight into Jack's, but Jack returned the look with grace, still holding the connected pendents together.

Rose didn't understand what was happening, and was starting to get upset. "Jack?" she asked quietly.

He knelt down, disconnecting the pendents and returning hers to her neck and his to his own. "I'm sorry, Rose. Let me get you up to speed. That man," he said, motioning toward the Captain, "Is named Edward Teague. That man is your father."

Rose looked at Teague, mouth agape. This man could not possibly be her father.

"Teague," Jack said, looking up at him, "Meet your daughter!"

Teague shook his head. "That gypsy changeling is no child of mine."

"Look at her!" Jack ordered. Rose looked down at the floor, trembling. Jack grabbed her chin and yanked upwards. "Look at her!"

Rose now had no choice but to look at Teague, her heart racing so fast. His eyes were cold and sad, his arms were crossed in firm retaliation. "…Jackie. I…have nothing to say."

"I didn't say speak to me, I said LOOK AT HER!"

Teague ultimately did look at her, his eyes as cold as stone. "What about it?"

"What about it?" repeated Jack with surprise. "What about it? You really don't care, do you?"

"You are taking a name and the word of a little girl as your point! This is a ridiculous!" cried Teague, stepping toward them.

"The pendent?" Jack shouted. "That is no coincidence! You promised Mother that these were to be shared between the two of you!"

"Gypsies are wanderers that make many liaisons. Any man could be her father."

"She looks exactly like you! She is your daughter!"

"Jack, I'm a pirate—"

"That's no excuse!" Jack hollered. "She has no one left! Anna was killed and her group was attacked!"

Rose watched her father's jaw tighten and he looked away wordlessly, pondering over this. She couldn't read his reaction, but he did appear visibly jarred by this information.

Jack hoisted Rose up so that she had to wrap her arms around his neck again. "I will be laying anchor at Tortuga with Rose and the others. If you won't be there for her, I will."

"Jack!" Teague called after them as they left. "Jack! You won't defy me again! Get back here—" The slamming door sealed his last words after them.

Jack took her back to his quarters, which was barely the size of a closet. Hung up around the place were drawings, knick knacks, and maps with writing all over them. Jack set Rose down on a chair near his bed, where he sat, head in his hands. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Rose," he said quietly. "But he had to know."

"Jack I don't understand," Rose said, on the verge of tears. "I understand about the pendent, but you said that another woman had the other..."

He paused, touching the stone around his neck. "She threw it after she got into a fight with him. I picked it up and kept it for her because I knew how unique it was. Except for the fact that he gave his away to your mother."

"Who is she?"

Jack gave a sad smile. "My mother."

Rose widened her eyes. "Teague is...your father too?" Jack nodded. "You're my brother," she said slowly.

"Half-brother," he said. "Yes I suppose I am. A sister I never knew I had." They spent the next few moments in silent contemplation, looking at the floorboards.

Rose spoke first. "You must hate my mother."

"No," said he. "I'm sure she didn't know."

"Not all gypsies are bad," Rose said.

"They are sort of...pirates of the land," he said.

Rose looked up with surprise. To her young eyes, pirates were far more powerful and dangerous than gypsies. "What do you mean?"

"Alright, alright. Let me explain," said he. "The honest men and women to society see you gypsies as a lower species, seeing and- your sensitive ego forgive me for saying this, but you are a generally dishonest folk. Whether it's right or wrong pertaining to your group, it's the truth, eh?"

She nodded.

"You, as gypsies, prefer to be amongst your similar friends, eh?"

"Yes…" she said uncertainly.

"Therefore, seeing as the honest men and women to society think of pirates as lowly species-es as well, you gypsies prefer to live amongst your similar friends, the pirates! Savvy?" He nodded, satisfied.

"I suppose…" Rose said again, warily.

"Hence, you gypsies most likely have observed pirate ways and taken some of them to heart. Yes?"

"Sure…"

"And, if I know pirates at all, they lie. Constantly. Unceasingly, it seems. They will do anything to win, to be the best, to get the treasure. Anything."

"I'm not like that," Rose said with certainty.

"Perhaps not. It's not for everyone," he said. "But I ask you, was your mother like that?" Rose thought long and hard before she answered. Before she could, he added, "There must have been something that attracted her to him and him to her, eh?"

This was difficult for Rose to grasp, but she considered it. Maybe her mother wasn't the saint she had venerated her to be. Could both of her parents be swindlers just for their own selfish gains?

"Our father," Rose said finally, "Is undoubtedly worse than my mother."

"Agreed," Jack said.

"Why would he want nothing to do with me?" she asked him softly. "If they loved each other, what would make him do such a thing?"

"Crimes of the heart," Jack scoffed, "Nary a soul can comprehend. It matters not anyhow."

"But what will become of it?"

Jack shrugged carelessly. "I've been alright on my own before. Now will not be any different." He smiled. "And now I've got you!"

In spite of herself, Rose smiled as well. It felt good to have a brother. "But what will we do at Tortuga?" she asked.

He got a playful gleam in his eye as he said, "It will take a few years, but we'll have a place of our own soon."

"How?"

"I'm in love," Jack grinned.

Rose leaned closer. "With who?"

He whispered, "The Black Pearl."