Disclaimer: Jack Sparrow, his ship, and his crew all belong to Disney.

AN: My next story will be rated R for some sexual content and it will include a darker, more aggressive Jack, so be warned! Any reviews from this fic will help my creativity, so please review! Here's the next chapter!

Chapter 4: Discoveries and Decisions:

Athena's POV:

Athena watched the sun set for the second time, signaling the end of her second day aboard the Blade. This also signaled the end of another boring day with nothing to do but play with the toy balls her parents had snuck into her dress. Even her meals were boring, the food having no taste whatsoever, and at the end of this second day, Athena was sorely missing her mother's cooking and her toys. So far, she had used magic to make her balls float around the room, made them orbit each other, and had even tried to teach herself to juggle, even though she only had two balls.

To put it shortly: Athena was bored out of her mind. If she were on the Pearl, Uncle Gibbs would be telling stories about her father's adventures, with Daddy sitting nearby, adding details that he said Uncle Gibbs had 'forgotten.' Or she might be in her parents' cabin, going over maps with her father, or helping her mother sew clothes or learning herbs; either that, or she would be playing 'pirates' with her father and singing that song that he learned from a governor's daughter on an island. After a few hours of play, Athena would sit on her father's lap and fall asleep as they sat and listened to the sea lap against the side of the Pearl.

She was snapped from her memories when she heard someone unlock her door, and Athena quickly hid her toy balls as Captain Flint strolled in, smiling as he took a seat in the chair next to her cot.

"Hello, poppet," he said, pulling out a tiny pocketknife and cleaning his nails with it. "Are you ready to have some fun?"

Athena swallowed hard, not sure if she wanted to respond; the wrong answer might get her killed, and she really wanted to see her mama and papa again. A few moments of silence passed, and Captain Flint and his prisoner simply stared at each other, trying to figure out what the other was thinking. Suddenly, the Captain grinned at her.

"So your papa taught you to keep quiet, huh?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. "That won't save you, darling. You're the daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow, and he owes me a hefty price for what he did to me." His cold black eyes her blue ones. "I think that you make a very good price, don't you?"

At that moment, Athena felt hate for the first time in her young life, and she narrowed her eyes as she stared at him. "My Daddy's going to get you," she said, her small voice turning threatening and dangerous; it was the same tone she'd heard her father use when threatening prisoners on the Pearl, and Athena had learned to copy it perfectly.

Flint's eyes hardened into black stones. "Don't you threaten me, little girl," he growled, leaning close to her. "You may be Jack Sparrow's child, but you don't have the strength or skill to fight the likes of me yet, so you'd better keep your mouth shut if you want to see your next birthday."

Their eyes locked and their wills clashed, but the will of Captain Flint was no match for the will of Jack Sparrow's little girl! A moment later, Flint broke their battle, got up and left, locking the door behind him. Athena sighed as she leaned back on her cot, pulling out her toy balls and focused on them with her mind, making them float in the air and trying to keep her mind off of the possibility of Captain Flint hurting her or her family. What had her father done to this man to make him so angry? Sighing again, Athena concentrated on practicing her magic.

Narrator's POV:

Meanwhile, Jack and Angela were in their cabin, thinking about their daughter. But then, when weren't they thinking and worrying about her? Their little girl had been taken two days ago, and their cabin felt so empty and quiet without her. Angela could feel her heart breaking, and Jack felt ready to kill whoever had taken his most precious treasure. The rest of the crew was also feeling the effects of losing their little pirate lass; some of them expected to hear her laugh while others thought that she might run out on deck any moment, begging for someone to play with her.

As the second day ended, the faces of the Pearl's inhabitants reflected their somber moods, their eyes dull and their shoulders slumped. That night, the crew moodily ate their dinner as their Captain ate with his wife in their cabin. However, the Sparrows' plates of food remained untouched as they lay on their bed, holding each other and thinking about Athena and what she must be doing.

"I hope she found the toy balls we put in her gown," Angela said, her cheek pressed against the bare skin of Jack's chest peeking through his shirt; the soft feel of his skin against hers and the warmth it provided was comforting.

"Aye, I'm sure she did, luv," Jack whispered to her, stroking her hair as he spoke. For some reason, stroking her hair always calmed him and made him feel at peace; the comforting smell of herbs coming from her black locks was an added bonus from all of her time in the medicine room.

Angela snuggled deeper into his chest, her hand caressing his skin. "Do you think she's alright, Jack?" she whispered. "I mean, she must feel so alone out there without us."

Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead. "She's fine darling," he said as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. "She's our girl, after all; the daughter of a witch and a pirate captain."

"Oh, yes," Angela said, a small smile on her lips. "A witch and the greatest pirate captain in the Caribbean."

"Only the Caribbean?" he asked, pretending to sound insulted.

"Alright then; the greatest pirate in the entire world!" she said, giggling a little. She felt his chest rumble as he chuckled.

"That's what I thought," Jack said, holding her tightly.

Several moments of silence passed as the two fell asleep in each other's arms, the sound of the sea in their ears and thoughts of their daughter on their minds.

Athena's POV:

On her third day onboard the Forgotten Blade, Athena had finished her breakfast and was bracing herself for another day of boredom when her cabin door flew open. Two big burly men walked in and grabbed her, holding her limbs firmly, but gently. Her arms and legs were then tied together and the two men carried her out into a different cabin, one that was far larger than hers and could only be the captain's cabin.

As Athena was carefully set down on a chair, she noticed that Flint was staring out the large windows at the rear of the ship, obviously in deep thought. She kept quiet, not wanting to risk upsetting him and getting punished for it. The sunlight beaming in through the large windows and surrounding him made Flint's entire presence seem colder and crueler than before.

"You're very lucky to be alive, you know," he said, not looking at her. "I could have taken my anger out on you for what your father did to me, but I've decided that you're worth more to me alive than dead." Flint now turned to look her in the eye. "It appears that you have quite a few gifts that could prove useful to me." He grinned as her eyes widened. "My men have been looking in on you while you play with your toys, and I think that the two of us can have some fun together, don't you think?"

Athena could feel a bone-chilling fear flow through her, and only one thought popped into her mind.

Mama, I'm scared.

Angela's POV:

Mama, I'm scared.

Angela jerked awake and felt fear grip her heart. She knew these weren't her feelings because her own emotions were different from the one that now gripped her heart. This new feeling was a cold fear that spoke of some sort of threat, and Angela could tell this had to be Athena's fear. Springing up from the bed, Angela raced out of the cabin and went to the only place on the Pearl that offered her husband comfort: the helm. As he saw her come towards him, a smile lit up Jack's face.

"Morning, luv!" he greeted her over the roar of the sea. His smile turned into a frown when he saw the look on her face. "What's wrong? Are ye alright?"

"Jack, we have to hurry!" Angela said, racing up to his side, her violet eyes wide with fear. "Something's wrong with Athena!"

Her husband's eyes widened as well. "What?! What's wrong with her?" he demanded, his grip on the wheel tightening. "What's wrong with our Pearl?"

"I don't know!" Angela said, wringing her hands. "I just know that she's terrified of whoever has her and that we have to get to her before it's too late!"

Jack's eye narrowed. "Damn right, darling," he said, gripping the wheel even tighter, if that was possible. "Gibbs, I want all the sails let down to catch every breeze. Tell Annamaria to keep an eye open for any and all ships that we pass, and I want the crew always ready for battle, savvy?"

"Aye, Cap'n," Gibbs said, saluting before hurrying off to alert the crew of their new orders.

"I think ye'd better fetch my cutlass, darling," Jack said, glaring at the water in front of him. "I have a feeling I'll need it."

Angela nodded as she raced below deck, moving around crewmen as she ran. She wished that there was something she could do, but she didn't know how to sail or run the ship like Jack did. As she picked up her husband's cutlass, Angela caressed the sheath and handle of the weapon, feeling the power that it held and the death that it promised to their daughter's captor. At that moment, Angela felt a deep vengeance and the need to seriously harm Athena's kidnapper. If she ever got her hands on him first, she would kill him herself, and if not, she would not beg mercy for him from her husband. Oh, she had convinced Jack to spare some prisoners in the past, but anyone who had dared to harm her daughter would be in for a nasty surprise when the Black Pearl caught up with them. Now she closed her eyes and focused her magic on Athena, her daughter's face in her mind.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Angela muttered. "Mama and Daddy are coming for you." She tightly gripped the cutlass before turning to head up to the helm.

Athena's POV:

Don't worry, sweetheart, Mama and Daddy are coming for you.

Athena felt those words in her mind and knew that her mother was calling to her, trying to keep her hopes alive. But after her recent meeting with Captain Flint, she wasn't so sure.

Flashback:

"You see, lass, your darling daddy owes me a great deal," Flint said as he came up to her. "Your mother and I were to share a life together, and your father stole her and a great treasure away from me. He also killed half my crew, destroyed my ship, and marooned me and the remainder of my crew to die on an island." Deep hate and anger filled his voice, and Athena shrank from him in fear. "Taking you away from him is the perfect revenge, and since you're Angela's little girl, I won't hurt you the way I would if you were another woman's daughter." He glared down at her. "If you want to stay well cared for, I suggest you use your powers to help me do my pirating business, understand?"

Athena glared. "Mama said not to help bad men," she replied, blue eyes defiant.

Flint gave her a cold look as he walked over to her. "But you'll help me if you ever want to see your mama and papa again, darling," he said, towering over her, arms crossed over his chest. "Otherwise you might end up swimming with the sharks, and they wouldn't be as merciful as I am right now."

Patting her on the head, he headed above deck as two men came to escort her back to her cabin, kicking and screaming for her parents the whole way.

End Flashback

Now sitting in her cabin, Athena had never felt so scared in her life. She'd heard all about fighting and death from her parents, but those had only been stories to keep her from being in battle. This was real, and Athena really didn't want to die, so she'd have to do whatever that Flint man said. Mama had always taught her to never use her powers for evil purposes, and had sworn Athena to never do such a thing. Using her magic to help that bad man would break her promise to her mother, but she didn't have a choice; if she wanted to see Mama and Daddy again, she had to either do what Flint said or escape, fast!

'Given my choices, I'd rather try to escape,' she thought. A light suddenly went on her mind, and a grin lit her face. Had Captain Flint seen her expression, he would have experienced second thoughts at taking Jack Sparrow's daughter.

Jack's POV:

As he focused his mind on steering the Pearl, Jack had only three things on his mind: his daughter, his daughter's safety, and the worst way to punish the man who had taken her. There had to be a thousand ways to gut the man who had taken his most precious possession, but Jack wanted just the right one for this particular scum. Whoever had kidnapped Athena had left a huge scar on the hearts and minds of those who lived on the Black Pearl, and all of them wanted revenge. Pirates did not take pain lightly, and this act had caused lots of it. There would be a great amount of blood spilled before Athena's kidnaper died of his torture wounds, if the Captain and crew of the Pearl had anything to say about it. Meanwhile, Jack sincerely hoped that his wife wouldn't want to show mercy to the bastard.

Speaking of his wife... "Gibbs, take the wheel and stay on course!" Jack yelled to his first mate.

After handing over control of the Pearl, Jack headed down below to talk to his lovely Angela. Walking into their cabin, he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed as though in sleep, but her irregular breathing telling him that she was awake. He swayed over to the bed and slowly lay down, careful not to disturb her quiet moment. Once comfortable, Jack propped himself up on his left elbow and looked down at the peaceful form of his wife, taking in her black hair, lightly tanned skin that was tinted yellow from an Asian family member, and the violet eyes that were hidden beneath her eyelids. Smiling, Jack reached over and held his hand an inch over her body, caressing her through the warm air over her body, enjoying the soothing comfort that she gave him simply by being there.

"Hello, Jack," she whispered, a small smile forming on her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his.

Jack grinned. "How'd ye know I was here?" he whispered back, lowering his hand to caress her stomach.

"I always know when you're here," she said, her hand reaching out and grabbing his hand tightly.

"I love ye," Jack whispered, smiling at her.

"I love you, too," she replied, releasing his hand. After a few moments of letting Jack caress her body, Angela looked him in the eye. "Are we close to finding the other ship yet, Jack?" Her eyes filled with tears as he shook his head 'no'.

"No, no, no, darling, don't cry!" Jack said, wrapping her in a hug. "We'll find her in a day or so, I promise."

Angela sighed, allowing herself to enjoy being in Jack's embrace before removing herself from them. "Then I'd better get working," she said, gently pulling away and smoothing her dress.

"Working on what?" Jack asked, a bit disappointed that he was no longer holding her in his arms.

His wife smiled. "On potions to make Athena's kidnapper absolutely miserable when we fight him," she replied. "Brews to temporarily blind them, make them pass out, or cause serious rashes or welts; you know, that sort of thing."

As she left, Jack was very glad to have married the cleverest, most beautiful witch in the Caribbean, and seriously hoped that their daughter was as clever as she was.

AN: Another chapter done, and still the reviews have been minimal. I should be glad that I've gotten a dozen by now, but I feed off of the support of my fans, and if they don't review, then I start losing hope of people reading my fics. In other words, reviews = love, so please show your love by reviewing!