Chapter Two:

"Well, this is it." Will said as they came to bungalow tucked in the edge of town. Pearl felt bad to burden him and his family, another mouth to feed and there couch taken up at night, but the determination to learn about her father and find him was stronger.

Will opened the door, inside; waiting for him was his smiling wife. She had long brown hair with hints of blonde and strikingly beautiful features on her face. Even though they had a son, her figure was in perfect shape.

"Hi sweetie," She kissed her husband, and then noticed the girl in the doorway, "Whose thi-?" But she already figured it out. The features on her face said it enough. She knew that it was the daughter of no one other than Captain Jack Sparrow, and her mother was easy to figure out as well, with the long wavy hair and sassy look in her face.

"You're daft lady."

It was simple to see, she was the daughter of Anamaria, and then of course....

"Gents, this should be the day that you will always remember as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"

"Pearl..." Pearl walked up to Will's wife and held out her hand, "Pearl Sparrow."

"Ha, I knew it!" She thought, "Hi, I'm Elizabeth." She took the hand hastily, so proud to meet the daughter of one of her saviors...no matter how vain or selfish he was.

"Pearl is looking for her father," Will told Elizabeth, breaking her concentration. He gave her a look that said "you know who." "I told her that she could stay with us dear."

"Oh-oh yes of course, we don't have much, but you can sleep on our couch right here."

"Thank you...you're um...very kind." Pearl looked as if it were hard to give anyone a compliment other than herself of her father.

Elizabeth smiled, but it was kind of a fake smile. She seemed a little taken aback by the way Pearl said it, but she had to understand that she was Jack's daughter, "Well, I hope you feel at home."

"I could never feel at home here, there's no ship...and my father's gone too." Pearl thought, but didn't say aloud for fear of insulting Elizabeth again.

"Well, I better get back to making dinner, I hope you don't mind stew Miss Sparrow." She smiled at Pearl, this time it was real. She started to turn towards the kitchen, thinking of what to put in the broth.

"Please, don't be formal with me; I am a pirate after all." Pearl sat down on the couch, next to a little boy who had been silent the whole time. He looked three, maybe four years old, with frightened eyes, big and dark. His hair was a wavy brown and he was almost too skinny to function by the look of it, "Hello there." She said to the boy. He just looked at her blankly, almost as if she had three heads.

"That's Joseph," Will said, who had been quiet for a long time, "He doesn't like to talk...or eat..." He explained softly. He looked as if he were about to cry, "He's almost lost to us, I just hope one day he'll speak up...excuse me." Will hurried out of the room, slamming the door. He needed privacy, Pearl understood. She had been lost to her parents for eight years now.

"Hey little fellow," She said to him, he was still staring at her, "I just want you to know that I understand what you're going through. I've been lost and lonely for a long time now, but if you don't speak up, one day, it will come back to haunt you. Life ain't gonna be easy unless you find a way." Pearl thought back to that night eight years ago, the night where a part of her was lost forever. Sailing in the lifeboat, making way to Port Royal, crying harder with every inch she took.

"How are you lost?" She heard a faint sound coming from something next to her, Joseph was still staring at her, but he had spoken. Maybe he wasn't so hopeless after all.

Pearl sighed, "That was my choice, I chose to be lost, and I've regretted it everyday."