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"Good morning Captain Jack." Ana smiled as the Captain walked past glaring at her with Baby on his shoulders. "How's Baby this morning?" He ignored her.
"Bloody pirates." He muttered, walking along the cobbled streets. "Bloody Baby, bloody Ana. Need my bloody rum!" Baby giggled. "What's so bloody funny?" he yelled.
"Need Wum." she gurgled. He smiled
"Tha's my girl. Need rum indeed." He walked on. He walked down to the harbour and squinted at the boats. Should he go and visit Will and Elizabeth? They could take Baby off his hands. But then again. Maybe it was time for him to settle down. Maybe he was getting old. He sat down on a low wall. Maybe Will and Elizabeth could help him with Baby but he could. stay with them. He didn't need to leave her with them. Now. how to get to Port Royale.?
"Hey! Come back 'ere, you! Tha' barstard's taken me boat!" the fisherman ran alongside the harbour shaking his fist angrily. "You come back 'ere!" Jack Sparrow sighed. He always felt better at sea with the wind on his face, the sound of the waves beneath him and. a sleeping baby in his arms. He sighed. How had this happened? Why him? He hoped Will and Elizabeth could help him out.
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"A great man, a great governor. A much loved father. He will be sadly missed." Elizabeth wiped her brimming eyes as the coffin of her father was lowered into the clifftop grave she had chosen. She gripped her husband's hand tight. He planted a kiss on her forehead. She felt him tense up suddenly.
"What is it?" she whispered.
"Look." He pointed. In the harbour they could see a majestic figure. A fishing boat was gliding smoothly into the dock, standing on its mast was Jack, his dreadlocks blowing in the wind. There was a scurry of red coats at the landing post. "it's Jack." She swore under her breath.
"What does he think he's doing? He doesn't expect us to help him, does he?" Will shrugged.
"I have no idea. Don't worry about it, he's a clever man. He'll sort himself out." She sighed.
"Don't you think we sort of owe him something?"
"Owe him something?" Will snorted. "Like what?"
"Well, he did help you to rescue me." She turned to face him. "I'd be dead if it wasn't for him."
"And me! I was the one who."
" I know." She slipped an arm around him. "Can't we just go and see why he's here? For me, Will?" He sighed.
"Fine then."
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Jack grinned. "Will my man! How're you? And Liz, looking lovely, love. D'you think you could tell these gen'elmen.." He gestured to the guards who were pointing guns at him. ".tha' I'm a friend a' yours?" He looked pleadingly at them. Will rolled his eyes.
"Let me deal with him, men." The guards hesitated and looked to Elizabeth.
"You heard him!" she snapped. "Let him go!" They reluctantly left. Jack patted Will on the back affectionately.
"Ta very much." Will's attention was drawn to the small bundle Jack was clutching.
"Jack, that's not."
"It's my daughter." He grinned. "She's called Baby."
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"Good morning Captain Jack." Ana smiled as the Captain walked past glaring at her with Baby on his shoulders. "How's Baby this morning?" He ignored her.
"Bloody pirates." He muttered, walking along the cobbled streets. "Bloody Baby, bloody Ana. Need my bloody rum!" Baby giggled. "What's so bloody funny?" he yelled.
"Need Wum." she gurgled. He smiled
"Tha's my girl. Need rum indeed." He walked on. He walked down to the harbour and squinted at the boats. Should he go and visit Will and Elizabeth? They could take Baby off his hands. But then again. Maybe it was time for him to settle down. Maybe he was getting old. He sat down on a low wall. Maybe Will and Elizabeth could help him with Baby but he could. stay with them. He didn't need to leave her with them. Now. how to get to Port Royale.?
"Hey! Come back 'ere, you! Tha' barstard's taken me boat!" the fisherman ran alongside the harbour shaking his fist angrily. "You come back 'ere!" Jack Sparrow sighed. He always felt better at sea with the wind on his face, the sound of the waves beneath him and. a sleeping baby in his arms. He sighed. How had this happened? Why him? He hoped Will and Elizabeth could help him out.
***
"A great man, a great governor. A much loved father. He will be sadly missed." Elizabeth wiped her brimming eyes as the coffin of her father was lowered into the clifftop grave she had chosen. She gripped her husband's hand tight. He planted a kiss on her forehead. She felt him tense up suddenly.
"What is it?" she whispered.
"Look." He pointed. In the harbour they could see a majestic figure. A fishing boat was gliding smoothly into the dock, standing on its mast was Jack, his dreadlocks blowing in the wind. There was a scurry of red coats at the landing post. "it's Jack." She swore under her breath.
"What does he think he's doing? He doesn't expect us to help him, does he?" Will shrugged.
"I have no idea. Don't worry about it, he's a clever man. He'll sort himself out." She sighed.
"Don't you think we sort of owe him something?"
"Owe him something?" Will snorted. "Like what?"
"Well, he did help you to rescue me." She turned to face him. "I'd be dead if it wasn't for him."
"And me! I was the one who."
" I know." She slipped an arm around him. "Can't we just go and see why he's here? For me, Will?" He sighed.
"Fine then."
***
Jack grinned. "Will my man! How're you? And Liz, looking lovely, love. D'you think you could tell these gen'elmen.." He gestured to the guards who were pointing guns at him. ".tha' I'm a friend a' yours?" He looked pleadingly at them. Will rolled his eyes.
"Let me deal with him, men." The guards hesitated and looked to Elizabeth.
"You heard him!" she snapped. "Let him go!" They reluctantly left. Jack patted Will on the back affectionately.
"Ta very much." Will's attention was drawn to the small bundle Jack was clutching.
"Jack, that's not."
"It's my daughter." He grinned. "She's called Baby."
