I said I'd have this finish before Christmas. Well it's like 12:03 a.m on Christmas...and I would've had this posted like 2 minutes to Christmas, but computer was taking a long time to load...

Well, the last chapter. And a short one.

Here.

The six year old boy jump down in the grass, cuffing his hands over a grasshopper. "I've got it!" He shouted in surprise and shock. He held the grasshopper in his hands softly and he looked back to his grandfather who laughed.

"Great, Thomas! Bring it here!" Eagerly, he ran to Jack and opened up his hands. Sure enough, the grasshopper was sitting in his hands. "Why you rascal, ye actually did it!" Thomas let the grasshopper jump out of his hands. Jack ruffled his thick brown hair he had gotten from Camille, also he'd gotten his green eyes from her. But the structure of his face came from Thomas, as did the lips and nose.

"You know what?" The boy asked him with wide, excited eyes.

"What?"

"When I'm old enough, I'm going to get that!" He said, pointing to the tattoo on Jack's lower arm. It was of the sparrow flying in front of the sun, over the waves.

"Will your mother let you do that?" Thomas nodded excitedly, "Thomas Jay Norrington." Jack said, folding his arms. Camille had kept the name Norrington for him, and named him after Thomas. His middle name was Jay, short for Jack. "Did she really, honestly say that? Remember, keep to the code of honesty."

"The code?" Questioned Thomas. He licked his lips, shoving his hands deeply into his pockets, looking down at the grass. For a moment, the boy was in deep thought. "Yes!"

"Are you sure she said that? By the honor of the code?"

Thomas waved a hand in the air, dismissing it, "To demand the code of honesty, you have to be honest...And the code is more like guidelines than rules."

Jack smirked, "Good job!" He congratulate his grandson, "Exactly what I've been teaching you... Your mother won't be too pleased though, if she found out, would she?" Thomas shook his head, "So then... This will be our little secret won't it?" Thomas grinned.

"Yeah!"

Jack smiled, "Well... Camille said that your other grandfather wanted to see you. A present of some sort for you, I guess."

"Which one?"

Jack took his hand, starting to walk towards the town, "Which one? You've got too many, Thomas."

"No I don't... There's you, grandpa commodore, and grandpa Garet. That's only three."

Jack rolled his eyes, "We're seeing 'grandpa' commodore today. He's not even your actual grandpa either, nor is he a commodore. He's retired. Why do you even call him grandpa?"

"'Cause he fills in for granpa Garet, I only get to see him a few times a year... Don't tell anyone, but you're my favorite." Jack looked down to Thomas, who put a finger to his lips, "Shhh..."

Jack grinned, "I feel so old when you call me Grandpa, Thomas."

"You aren't old." Thomas argued, "You're Captain Jack Sparrow. Captain!"

Jack nodded, "I wish everyone thought like you, Thomas. They always forget that there's it's 'Captain'."

"I know..." Thomas pulled at his small vest, "I don't like wearing this."

"Yes, I know. Your mother wants to make you look clean and nice though. If it were up to me, I'd let you go to his home covered in dirt and mud."

Thomas smiled brightly, and started swinging their hands as their walked, "Tell me a story."

Jack looked to the ocean in the distance before stepping onto a street, "What kind?"

"About papa." Thomas said, looking up to Jack.

He nodded, "Alright, Thomas... Well let's see here." Jack took a breath, thinking, "Your father was quite a young man, he had chance to be commodore, but he didn't want to. Only wanted to be with your mother. I didn't think much of him at the time, but as much as I hated to admit it, he had courage, bravery, loyalty... Everything that you should hope to be one day."

Thomas nodded with a smile, "Yes... Tell me more."

"Thomas showed respect for others, but God help you if you threatened Camille in any way. He was..."

Jack continued on telling Thomas what a great man his father was. What a great father he'd be. How he'd always help Thomas and his mother whenever they needed it, up from heaven. Jack always tell him that he wished Thomas would grow up to be like his father.

And he did... with a mix of the famous pirate's personality though of course.

Thomas kept the respectable Norrington name, and got the tattoo of the sparrow. He grew up near the ocean, seeing it every day, sneaking out for a swim whenever he could. How could he not love the sea?

After all, he had the mixed blood of a courageous ex-navy man and of a pirate.

The End

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