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"Damn right, she fought well." Carol whipped around at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. She studied the man who had stepped out from the shadows well, for he was not quite like anyone she had ever seen. He had a ragged appearance to him, from his somewhat frayed clothing to his well-worn tri-cornered hat. A gold tooth was just visible under the smirk he bore, and a red bandanna lay across his forehead. Beads were visible in his long hair, and his eyes were darkly outlined. There was a smell, too, that seemed to linger around him.. It smelled suspiciously like.. Rum. After a moment, Carol seemed to come to some realization, and she looked to the door. She looked back at the man for just one moment before focusing on a very specific point on the door: just above the latch, where a small gash could be found if one searched.
She jumped as the man spoke again. "It's obvious she inherited it from her father.. No offense to you, o'course." he said, turning to her mother. Elizabeth smiled a half-smile, which clearly meant that she didn't mind at all. Carol found a strong finger lifting her head up, but for once she didn't resist. "Hmm," the man grunted, before looking back t her parents. "She's got fire in her eyes, yet a lovely face much like yours," he said, nodding to Elizabeth. Will smiled. "Yes, she looks just like her mother did when she was her age." Dark, penetrating eyes looked into Carols, but she did not back down. He nodded. "Good, strong spirit." He stepped back a few steps. "Well?" he said, addressing Carol this time. "I suppose you know who I am by now, if your parent have told you anything worth telling." Carol just grinned. "You better believe I do.. Captain Sparrow." she said, pleased with herself. She saw a flicker of excitement in his eyes before he bent down close to her, speaking almost in a whisper.
"That's right.. Obviously you've heard of me.." He stood up straight, looking at her from the corner of her eye. Carol just smirked, staring right back at him. "Of course I have. Who hasn't heard of the infamous Jack Sparrow?" She grinned, lost once again in the world she visited so often. "The same Jack Sparrow who escaped from right under Commodore Norrington's nose.. Twice!" As she was wrapped in her dream, she did not see Jack pull out one of his famous canisters of rum, sipping from it with an amused expression on his face, cleary waiting to see where this was going. Nor did she see Elizabeth hang her hang, shaking it as she always did when her daughter launched into one of these daydreams. And she missed her father smiling, knowing almost by heart what would come next.
"The same Jack Sparrow who I have heard the tale of for years. A tale of adventure and romance, bravery and piracy. The tale of the cursed treasure of Cortez.. The tale of how my father, Will Turner, set out with you, Jack, so as to rescue my mother, Elizabeth.. How they were secretly in love with each other, but could not bear to tell each other.. How, above all odds, you did, and they finally confessed their love for each other, and you escaped! You, Jack Sparrow, escaped to the Black Pearl, which is once again yours.. And how my parents then had me." She grinned, back from her fantasy. "Heard of you? Yeah, I've heard of you."
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