Jack watched in silence as Reagan walked away from the table and disappeared into the crowd. After all, there wasn't much else he could do; she had answered his question fair enough. Still, a slight sickness over came him as he reached for his mug once again. With a frown he found that he'd already drained it. Letting his eyes wonder to Reagan's now empty chair he noticed that there was still half a pint left in the girl's cup. Quickly he reached for it, chugging as fast as he could. Finally he let his gaze settle on the half burnt playing card, the un-played hands, and the blown out candle. Taking another drink he muttered, "Well, that was interesting," then he closed his eyes and imagined Reagan as a little girl. She had been only five the last time he had seen her. "All smiles," the thought caused him to laugh as Jack allowed himself a small remembrance of his Blackbird.

"Tio, who's that?"

"That's Jack," Reagan's "uncle" said with an odd mix of frown and grin.

"Who is he?"

"He's a friend. Now go play with your cousins." Without another word Reagan skipped off to play with the other three children. After she was out of ear shot Tio, as the town's children called him, turned to face Captain Jack Sparrow. "Why are you here?" he demanded.

"Why do you think, Christopher? I wanted to see me little Blackbird."

"Well, you've seen her. She's fine, healthy, and a blessing. You left her with me because your life is no place for her. I don't know what haunts you but don't bring it down on her."

Jack looked past the other man, watching Reagan play, "Does she know who I am?"

"No, but she does ask about the brand."

At that the pirate cringed. "Giving her that was rash, I know. But all the same, I had my reasons."

"Reasons that were not good for her."

Jack only nodded and turned to leave, "This is the last time you'll be seein' me, mate."

"Good," The statement was firm, if not harsh. However, Christopher made himself relent at the sudden slouch in Sparrow's stance. The man was leaving his daughter here and never coming back. "She's in good hands, Jack."

"I know. Take care of me girl," with one last glance at Reagan he made his way back toward the harbor.

A small click pulled Jack out of the past, his eyes flying open as he moved for his pistol.

"Too late, Sparrow."

Once again he started, the voice belonged to an old "friend", one he had thought long dead. Swallowing he slowly turned to face the man, "Maxi! What're you doing here?"

"Turtoga's fair game like the rest of the world, Jack. Now, where's me money? I won that bet, ya' know."

Jack smiled, "Did you now? It's been so many years I've forgotten."

The pistol moved closer to his head, "You left me here when you set sail in the Pearl, just so you didn't have to pay up."

"Actually, I was out...earnin' what I owed you."

"Wonderful lie, but I'm not buying."

"Then why haven't you shot me yet, mate?"

"Because, I was waitin' 'til I really felt like it," Maxi's finger began to tighten around the trigger, though the action was slower than normal; he was enjoying this.

"You'll be dropin' that now," a different voice chimed in.

Maxi's stance straightened as he felt a muzzle being pressed against his skull. As expected, he dropped his own weapon.

The other smiled, "Pirate."

"What of it?

"Greedy enough to save your own hide, I was counting on it."

Suddenly the man fell to floor next to his gun, unconscious. As he fell, the now silent Jack looked at his rescuer. He was surprised to see a grinning Reagan Sparrow. Come to think of it, the voice had been a woman's all along. "Why?" he asked, nothing short of confused.

Reagan shrugged, "I may not like you, but you're my father all the same."

Once again Jack remained silent.

"Just remember, you owe me."

Now he smiled and stood, "That's what he thought too, luv."