Now for part two.... ----flinches as all run away screaming----

Sorry, I didn't think I was that bad.....


Family Reunion
Part II

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I lead Jack carefully towards the stairs, making sure that he wasn't visible from the dining room. Once we were in my room (with the door closed), I let out a sigh. We hadn't been seen, at least not yet.

I opened my wardrobe, looking for something fitting for Jack. Glancing back, I cringed. How the bloody.... How was I going to make that presentable? I guess that I could only do what I could....

I finally settled on a simple outfit that would fit his.... less than civilized.... appearance. A plain white shirt, similar to the one he already wore (accept clean), a brown vest, and a pair of navy blue britches. Nice and simple. Nothing so.... Pirate--like.... as his clothes were.

Finally, the fun (and I say that sarcastically) part came. I picked up my brush, looked at it, then looked at him. That one would not work. I decided to use the one that I used on my daughter's hair (yes I brush my daughter's hair for them.... It does NOT make me any less of a man for it!). That brush had been through three girls, two of which are very boyish, and my wife. I had yet to meet a knot that it couldn't untangle. I thought it'd be longer than usual to brush, but I never realized how messy hair could get! I spent an hour just untangling the trinkets from it.

I gave up after that, and just settled on getting out all of the stupid junk he collected in his hair. He had a fortune dangling from his knotted locks! To appease the look of distrust growing in his eyes, I placed all of the.... whatever all was in his hair.... into a box, and hid the box in a secret hideaway in the bottom of my wardrobe.

"Satisfied?" We both asked at the same time. Jack smirked and I just rolled my eyes. God, he changed so much, yet he was still so much the same as always! " Not really but it'll have to do, I can't waste any more time trying to make you presentable.

"Am I not?" He glanced down, as if the dirty, rum stenched demeanor was as dressed up as well as a governor. "Then what was all that abou'?" God I really hate that pirate speak. I think he does it just to annoy me. I bet he speaks as clear as day when not in my presence. Oh, well, nothing I can do to change that. I shrugged and guided him back downstairs. Seeing as how we'd already missed dinner, I lead him into the drawing room. There sat my darling wife, holding the newest addition of our family, and glaring daggers at me.

"Where have you been?" Her voice was low and commanding, a near growl just noticeable at the end. I was in deep trouble.

Jack chose that moment to make his presence known. He stepped thorough the doorway, swaggering like the drunken sailor he was. He made a path to my wife, swaying almost rhythmically. It was as if he were still aboard the Pearl (or at least like he was unused to solid immobile ground beneath him).

My wife turned her volatile gaze to my brother. Fear flitted across them when she realized what he was. Her eyes wavered from my brother back to me before landing on Jack once more.

Breaking the unnerving silence that settled over the three of us, in ran The Trio of Terror ( as I so fondly call them), also known as Ana, Lily, and Jeffery Sparrow. Those three caused more trouble than their older sister and younger brother combined, as individuals! When they join forces, the world at large had better hide. When I say they ran, I mean they RAN. Their feet were barely touching the ground. of source, they ended up running into Jack, so not only were their feet touching the ground, but so were their bottoms. So was Jack's to tell the truth.

There they lay, a tangle of limbs and bodies, in the middle of the floor. I have to remember to thank them for the distraction. As soon as my wife say the collision, all thoughts were off of me. She rose from the chair as smoothly as a cat (with a baby in your arms, it's quite a challenge to do anything that gracefully). I swear, when she's angry, she gets taller. She's not short, by any means, regularly, but when she's mad, she becomes a giant (or that what it seams).

"Ana Elizabeth Sparrow, Jeffery Jonathan Sparrow, and Lillian Mary Sparrow! GET UP THIS INSTANT!" Even I shrank from her scolding and her rage wasn't directed at me. "You apologise this instant for knocking that poor man down. " The Trio stood as quickly as possible when in such a mizmaze. I really didn't blame them, my wife could be a bit.... aggressive.... at times. I was, however, grateful for the fact that her attention wasn't directed at me or my brother any more.

"We're sorry." Three voices rang out resentfully.

"For....?" Damn him. He could have kept the heat off us, but instead brought it back down on us threefold.

"Running into you." Lily answered, genuinely sorry. For once. I swear, I'm seeing more of Jack in her every damn day. "And now that I've answered your question, how's abou' ye answer mine?"

Jack's smile returned at the curiosity in her voice. Since he was a sailor, I'd wager that he enjoys telling exaggerated stories as much as he like his ship. Well, maybe not that much.... But a lot....

"'M Cap'n Jack Sparrow, Savvy?" His trademark grin broadened at the look of awe and wonder in my second youngest's eyes. "An' apparently yer uncle."

That was definitely not good. All three of my children's eyes widened. So did my wife's, but for a different reason. A look of pure shock crossed her face. Bloody.... I was in for it now.

Slowly and quietly, I snuck out of the room, to avoid any.... unpleasant questions.

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--Again To Be Continued....--