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Jeyke: Is that pronounced like Jake or something else? Remember this is Before the

Black Pearl. He hadn't gone crazy...yet. :)

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Cptnjcksparrow: Don't you just love that name? I'm gonna name my daughter Melia...if I ever get around to having kids! Big skeery pirates, love 'em. Glad you like it!

Chapter 3

"Now Jack, iffin ye kin take de ship I been tellin' ye 'bout, methinks we'll reach it a de end o' da month, ye kin 'ave it an' never see or 'ear o'me 'gain. Savvy?" Jack Sparrow stared at his father. The Golden Sparrow had never shown any favor towards his only son, be here he was letting him take advantage of the extra crew members to 'commandeer' a ship!

"Why?" There was doubt in his voice.

"Well son, I've taught ye all dat I kin. It's time fer ye ta be out on yer own." Jack didn't know why he'd asked. He knew his father would lie. His father never had like him. He was a 'mistake'. When his mother had found out her baby's fathers profession, she'd given him the baby and disappeared. His father had never forgiven him for that, though it wasn't the child's fault. Yet, feeling honor bound, he'd taken the child in, taught him about was he was best at, pirating. Over the years Jack had excelled in fast talking his way out of trouble, the art of self defense, with a sword, making his only match his father. He could navigate a ship threw all storms and squalls. He had a natural commanding air about him that, and had gained the respect of all the crew. His father knew he was getting old, and he did not want to face his son in a battle over the ship. Plain and simple as that.

"Aye, aye Cap'n."

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Melia spent what seemed to be a month locked in the brig. It was obvious that this captain had zero tolerance or respect for women. He'd sent whatever crewmembers he thought would scare the most down with her meal, a crust of stale bread and water, to sexual favors in return for real food. She had glared at them they grew uncomfortable and left the room. After a few weeks of this she was so hungry , she was almost willing to do whatever the crew wanted for a loaf of bread or perhaps an apple...almost. She barely made it through those days. One morning she woke so weak from hunger and with such an awful headache that she knew this would be the day. It was that or die. She spent the day preparing herself for the two thirty feeding, but it never came. Around high noon she heard a ship pull along side what ever the ships name was.

She heard the battle cries of men on both sides, the cries of horror when they realized that a sword had been stuck through their stomach or heart. And eventually, silence. The battle was over, this new set had won. Cries of victory filled the air. Moments later the sounds of the men searching the ship for valuables. All her hopes of this being a British ship were crushed. Did she dare cry out? Would it be better to starve to death, which was very likely if they didn't find her, or be blown up, a very common way for pirate captains to dispose of empty ships. What if they were as vile as the crew they'd just slaughtered? But what if they blew the ship up? She decided to risk it. She tipped her protesting head back a screamed for all she was worth. Ouch, that hurt her head really bad! She listened for few minutes, they'd definitely heard her. She screamed again, leading them to her. That really, really hurt! The lack of food and now fresh air to her head was making the room spin. She was going to pass out. Well not without a fight! She tipped her head back again and screamed bloody murder before all went black.

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"Cap'n we found 'er!" Jack turned from the helm towards the voice. It was an older crewman, Mitty.

"Well...?"

"Unconscious. She be in awful bad shape Sir."

"Bring her 'ere." Mitty waved an arm, and another crewman hurried up the steps, draped over one arm was the figure of a young girl. The big man quickly laid her in Jack's open arms. The first thing he noticed was that she was terribly light. Honestly she felt like she didn't weigh more than ten pounds. The next was that her face was vaguely familiar. He went to the previous captain's room laid her down on the rather large bed and studied her face more closely, suddenly it dawned on him.

"Melia?"