This
is a log of my life.
It all began
with my father, a (mostly) respectable code-following pirate, and my
mother, daughter of a (mostly) respectable code-following pirate.
They married young and had me a few years later. My father
wanted to call me Mathius, after himself, but my mother liked the
name Jack. As usual, she won out. "See, don't Jack
Sparrow sound much better than Mathius Sparrow?" She asked, much
to the offense of my father. I was now officially Jack
Sparrow.
I grew up, and went out on the
pirate ships with my father. Plundering and pillaging.
Yes, those were the good old days, when I was just a wee lad, I
learned everything I know about pirating from old pap, and even got
to keep a few trinkets from what we plundered. Some of the
first things I plundered by myself were a couple jeweled crowns,
numerous gold coins, a heavy gold goblet and fancy gentlemen's
dagger... but the best was a shiny little silver tiara with a lovely
vine "S". Gave it to my mother. She wore
it to all the Pirate's Wife socials. I went with my
mother a few times to those socials when I was little (Only out of
politeness you understand). Always lots of rum and food
there.
When I was only fifteen my mother
died of pneumonia, may she rest in peace. In her hands, she held the
little silver tiara, and was buried that way. A few months
later, my father died. Hit by a cannon ball.. Dreadful
business sometimes, pirating...
