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"Lets name her, Pearl, luv," Jack smiled, looking out the window to the rock where his beloved ship and crew were tucked away, "Pearl, after our beautiful ship,"
"Not nearly half as beautiful as our Pearl I hope." She said softly, Elizabeth came in,
"Sorry, would you like to be alone?" she asked with a small smile,
"Oh no, please stay, we're thinking of names," Ria said,
"We've got Pearl sorted luvie," Jack said happily,
"Pearl?" Liz asked,
"Our little girl, Pearl… Eliza Sparrows." Alexandria said. Jack frowned,
"I think it may sound a bit better if… it were, Eliza Pearl Sparrows, luv?" Jack suggested, Elizabeth grinned,
"I feel honoured!" she clapped her hands happily,
"Now for our boy." Jack said, picking him up, the baby curled happily in his father's arms. Elizabeth tapped her foot,
"James?" she asked, the baby stirred uncomfortably, Jack shook his head.
"John?" Ria suggested, Jack made a face.
"Peter." Jack whispered to his son, Ria smiled,
"Jack." She said softly, Jack looked up,
"What?" Jack asked,
"No, no, not you, our son… Peter Jack." Ria said. Jack kissed his son's forehead softly.
"Peter Jack Sparrows." He whispered,
"Robins," Ria corrected him.
"Sparrows," Jack insisted. Ria sighed,
"But then, I'm the only Robin in the nest with three Sparrows." Jack kissed Ria softly,
"Four, Sparrows." He whispered, and Elizabeth quietly tip toed out of the room.
~7 Years Later~
"Ellie! That's not fair!" Peter said, as his sister announced his defeat again with their wooden swords from Uncle Will. Ellie smiled a little and pulled the beautifully crafted, blunt, weapon from her brother's chest, an inch before it could reach his coat. "Why are ye so good at swords?" he asked sadly, Ellie picked up her brother's disarmed wooden weapon and handed it back to him.
"Draw your sword Pete," she whispered, "and don't look down at all, do you know why?" Peter shook his dark head, "Because, firstly, we are standing on the top of the side of the ship, and down there is the sea." She pointed with her wooden stick not looking down at the white waters below, "Secondly, because, the moment you take your eyes your eyes off your opponent…" she paused, Peter stared, "Bang!" she shouted, Peter jumped, "You're hit." She whispered dramatically. Peter nodded drawing his sword when-
"Pete! Ellie!" Peter jumped again. Ellie turned slowly, not moving her feet, to find her father motioning for them to get down from the side of the ship. Peter dropped his sword and carefully stepped off the railing. Ellie sighed, and jumped off instead, landing on her feet, sword in hand. Jack shook his head,
"How many times must I tell ye two? No playing on the side railing! Ye could fall off and hurt yerselves!" he hugged them. Ellie left his arms and spoke softly,
"But I've never fallen off. Mummy taught me how to balance. I was teaching Pete how too-" She told him innocently. Jack shook his head,
"RIA!" he called, Ria appeared around from the wheel, "Did ye teach our little girl to play swords? On the railing? Where if ye stepped one step wrong, ye drown?" he asked his wife, trying to be angry. Ria just smiled,
"She's good at it isn't she?" she said and twirled Ellie's hair, Peter giggled, Jack frowned,
"Ye teach Ellie all ye little tricksies luv, and now she beats Gibbs and all my men with her little eyes closed, she's only six years old!" he said throwing his hands in the air and going back to the wheel. Ria sighed,
"They're seven Jack!" she shook her head smiling and muttered something about her parents teaching her when she was only their age, "Alright, Peter. Do you need some help with the railing?"
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