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Chapter Twenty Two.

The room was full even though it was still afternoon, and the lecherous men whistled as I walked past, I was the only sober person in the entire place, even the bar man looked drunk.

"I'm looking for Jack Sparrow." I said, softly.

"Dora?"

I spun round at the gentle touch on my shoulder. I couldn't believe it when I saw his grinning face once more, just how I had pictured it in my dreams. There were several more trinkets and beads interlocked into his hair, and his tricorn hat was still perched at an angle on his head. His face was sun tanned, and his eyes outlined in kohl. A clever trick, I am told, to keep the sun out of one's eyes. And I slapped him whilst I still could. Because I knew he would work me round, and I wouldn't stay mad at him for long.

He look surprised, but took it with a nod.

"I got your note." I said, stating the first thing that came into my head. It was an odd thing to say when I had not seen him for so long. Not only that, but my mere presence showed I had received the note. I was lost for words at the sight of his face. He had hardly aged.

He nodded. "I got your son."

With that impertinent tone, my hours of worrying returned to me, and I raised my hand once more, he grabbed hold of my arms. "He's a good kid." He said, softly.

"Why Jack?" I said, stepping back. "Why?"

"I had to see you again."

I laughed softly. "It's been fifteen bloody years! Fifteen!" I said, yelling. "Why? Why? Were you just passing through the area, thought you'd have a bit o' fun? What?" I demanded.

He shook his head. "Is this because I left you?"

I gasped in absolute disbelief at the arrogance this man possessed. "You left me because I meant nothing to you, you left me because you were saving your own skin. I'd be a very pathetic person to still be dwelling on you Jack Sparrow. I'm married now, I have a child. . ."

"I left," he began, "'cause you told me to."

"I didn't actually expect you to leave me." I said, staring at the ground. I had been almost as arrogant as Roberto in my assumptions. I thought I meant so much to Jack that he wouldn't bare leave me to the navy. Or perhaps I had been banking on his stubbornness at giving me up to the very people he despised. Either way, when my voice told him to leave, my head begged him to stay.

"Well, how am I supposed to know tha'? I'll ne'er figure out how a woman's mind works."

His words brought a brief smile to my face. "I never thought I'd see you again."

"Yer mean, yer hoped."

I shook my head. "Now where's my son? I knew it was you, as soon as I heard your name. You don't know what you've done to me Jack! Bobbie is the only thing that I'm living for, the only thing that matters!"

"Wha' about yer husband?" He remarked, shrewdly.

"Roberto?" I shrugged. "He's the father of my child. Nothing more. Now give me Bobbie, so I can walk outta here, and never look back. Just like you did." I said, bitterly.

"Now tha' would be stupid o' me."

"What?" I demanded.

"Yer don't get somethin' for nothin', these days, Dora."

"What do you want? How much? Whatever it is, I'll pay it." I said, quickly.

He laughed and took a swig of rum. "Heard about your escapades last night, good to see yer still got it in yer!"

"Jack! How much?"

He shook his head. "I don't want money. I can all the money in the world, Dora. It's just lying out there, in the ocean, waitin' to be found."

"No, I suppose not. Roberto told me about the sinking of the navy cargo ship, I suppose you were behind that as well? Is that what you would call waiting to be found?"

"It wasn't theirs in the first place." He remarked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Didn't dear Roberto tell you?" He asked.

"Tell me what?"

He smiled, and turned away.

"Tell me what?" I repeated.

"The truth, Dora. The whole truth and nothing but the truth."

"Bit hypocritical coming from a pirate." I asserted.

"Well, fine if ye don't want to hear it. . ."

"I'm listening." I assured him. "But you don't have long."

"Well, it goes back all them years to when yer found me on the beach." He began. "We were there fer a purpose as yer can rightly guess. And that was to pick up the stashed gold hidden in one o' the caves. . ."

The ship bobbed up and down against the mighty waves that guided it along it's course. The Captain stood alert and firm at the wheel, not moving as his ship rocked from side to side. It was but a fragile toy, belonging to the majestic waves.

Jack Sparrow stood on deck, soaking wet from the rain water and the spray that formed the high waves.

"Go below, son." His father asked, pushing him away.

Jack frowned. "We're heading too near to the rocks." He complained.

"Go below, leave this to the real sailors." The first mate retorted.

"But. . ."

"No buts."

Jack allowed himself to be led below. But sleep failed him in the stuffy cabin, as no sooner did he lay on the bunk but he was tossed off it by the laughing waves. The fear of his father's hand forced him to stay below, even when his senses said otherwise. He desperately wanted to join the others up on deck. This mission had been one tiresome chore after another. They were going to collect the gold from the Southern shores of England, it had been placed there by his grandfather, and now they were going to retrieve it. The ships holds were desperately begging to be filled, and the men hungered for the lustre of gold once more.

But the voyage had been a disaster from the start, the rats were numerous and had broken into the food barrels, meaning rationing was far tighter then normal. And Jack being just the cabin boy, got the least amount. They had experienced several rival ships on the way to England, had been pursued by the navy for about a quarter of the journey, and for the rest the sailors were absolutely drunk. And now they had hit this storm.

No one ever listened to Jack, they shunned him away. Had they listened to his words the entire disaster could have been prevented. . .

"Jack." I said, angrily. "Tell, the real story." I complained.

The ship shattered against the rocks, the noise swept out across the bay. The water began to flood in, causing a panic aboard the Esporanza, Jack jumped up from the floor, and ran up to the top deck. Several of the crew had been killed when the rocks had hit, others were struggling against the water that attacked them, and the rain that fell from overheard. There were still quite a long distance from the shore.

He saw a couple of the men trying to save a chest of gold, and scorned their attempts. If there was one thing a good pirate should know, is values. A measly chest was not a good enough reason to risk your life, when a cave full of treasure was not far off.

He was about to try and load the only surviving rowing boat when he caught sight of his father's body in the water. He caught hold of a rope, and swung over the sinking ship and landed with a splash in the freezing ocean. He swam strongly, but the currents were fierce, and he struggled to reach his father.

"Pa!" He said, trying to bring his father back to consciousness. "Pa!" he yelled, shivering against the cold.

There was a loud noise from up above; the ship was slipping off the rocks, he tried to swim away, but the currents tugged him back, and he was rendered unconscious as the ship slipped under the ocean, trapping him inside.

He was washed up the next day on the beach. When he gathered the energy to return to the beach, and had found the right cave, he found the gold had already been taken.

"I still don't know where this is leading Jack, and so far it isn't a very good excuse." I told him.

He grinned. "The navy took my gold. So I took it back."