Speaking of the Past by Taurus-Sparrow-0506

Chapter 11: Bonding…Sort of.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews from chapters 7, 8, 9 and 10: Everywhere but Nowhere, Kungfuchick, LaVieSansAmour, Original Max A and Savvy-Rum-Drinker.

Everywhere but Nowhere: Your review wasn't that weird to me (but I'm weird myself) and I'm so happy you think I'm a good author. I really don't like my writing that much but it is better than some people. Not to brag or anything I'm just saying that I'm pretty mature for a thirteen year old 8th grader. I'll be sure to write more fics jes for you luv. No the story won't be wrapping up for several more chapters. I would tell you what's going to happen but it would ruin the surprise. It's nothing like the master coming for them or anything. It really has no action/adventure at all. Let me shut the hell up and write. Bye Nell…

Original Max A: I'm in Prince George's County. The story really isn't about the escape so I figured that I didn't need to elaborate on that. I'm glad you think everyone was in character.

LaVieSansAmour: Thanks! That part about Jack was fun to write and it kinda made me laugh as well. Zoë should be in the sequel don't you think? It would be great but she doesn't have time cause she's going to be in 6 movies in the rest of this year and 2005. My god that's a lot o' money! But I think Johnny and Zoë really look good together. He should leave that Vanessa Paradis bch and then they can have them some Dominican/ Cherokee/ White/ German and whatever the hell else Johnny Depp is, children. I'm an idiot and I really need to shut up cause I've lost my mind.

Kungfuchick: Thanks luv! I did have fun in North Carolina. I did a bit of shopping and got into a car accident. It wasn't really fun, fun but it was thrilling. But it wasn't really that much of a wreck either; my sister's boyfriend left me in the car and left the car in drive. It hit a wall and a van but there was only a little scratch on the bumper. Jack will get 'some' very soon I might add.

Light flooded the cabin cascading over the two bodies that remained there. Feeling the rising heat on his face Jack woke up slowly, his eyes blinking repeatedly to get used to the brightness. He looked over at the bed to find only one body left there. Anamaria laid there taking up most of the bed with her spread limbs. Her hair was everywhere, a good bit of it over her shoulders. Jack smiled at the sight of her. It was good that his girl was happy again; even in her sleep she held a serene look upon her face. The captain swung his legs from the top of the desk, standing up to stretch his muscles and then putting on his jacket he stood in front of the door. He looked back at Anamaria again, he would usually wake her up when he did but figured she could sleep in.

He opened the cabin door but stood there at the threshold for a moment. "One more bloody day!" he exclaimed slamming the door none-to quietly. In one day there three other slaves would be gone. It wasn't so much the mother and son that bothered him, it was the other one. Clarissa… Clamissa… Clara… Claire… Clarice whatever the hell her name was he couldn't stand her. How dare she come onto his ship and accuse Ana of being a whore after she just rescued her. He had half a mind to leave her in the middle of the ocean like Ana had said but there were a few problems with that. Surely Ana didn't really want to throw her overboard as much as he didn't want a sore cheek. Another was he probably wouldn't get his night of gratitude any sooner by leaving her and lastly he refused to have Marcel afraid of him. The boy would probably think that that would happen to him. Of course to everyone on the ships knowledge it wouldn't but this was the boy he was soon hoping, for him and Ana's sake, to be his son…of sorts. He obviously knew what she wanted, a family, starting with the three of them and then hopefully more bastards. That was what every female wanted right? Of course it was, he was sure of it, I mean… he is Captain Jack Sparrow after all.

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Most of the crew was busy at work as Jack manned the helm. Ana, Claudia, Hattie and Elijah were down in the galley talking but Marcel hadn't gone with them. He spotted the boy trying to help with the ropes and things but the grungy pirates only turned him away.

"Marcel! Come 'ere lad!" The boy rushed over quickly probably expecting to be in trouble of some kind for not working.

"Yessur." Jack looked at him questioningly but shook it off.

"No need for that. Call me Captain Sparrow…No scratch that- Jes Jack." He was obviously making an extra effort to be nice to the boy, there were only 4 people he let call him just Jack. Them being Anamaria, Gibbs, Will and Elizabeth.

"Is it somethin' ya want me ta do?"

"Do ye know how t' use a blade?" Stupid question. He was a slave, or rather was, but either way where the hell would he learn how to use a blade?

"No… Jack."

"Well ye'll be needin' t' learn if ye're gonna be a pirate. Gibbs!" he yelled to the lazy, old sailor on the deck below him. The sailor looked up from his bottle of rum.

"Aye cap'n."

"Get me a blade. Need t' teach th' lad how t' fight." Gibbs nodded and walked away to get a sword for the captain. The both of them stood there uncomfortably waiting for the quartermaster to come back, what were they to say to each other? Nice weather? Both were relieved when he came back within the minute later.

"Here ye are Jack." He said handing the sheathed sword to the captain who received it gratefully.

"Thank ye Gibbs." The older sailor nodded before walking off to continue with his duties (drinking) but was stopped before arriving at his destination. "Take th' helm for me." Jack handed the sword to the boy motioning for the boy to follow him to somewhere that held more open space. He unsheathed his own sword showing Marcel the proper was to hold a blade. " 'Old it like this." Marcel fumbled for a bit before getting it right.

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He slapped his sword against Jack's. "Good. I step again and you step…here. Are ye sure ye've ne'er used a blade b'fore?" He only nodded his head at the comment keeping up with Jack's pace which was much slower than it would be in any normal circumstance.

Step here…And back again. Your blade…then mine. Yes, this boy would make a fine pirate.

A/N: Oh my goodness! The author's Notes are longer than the actual story! It's short but I have to wake up early in the morning tomorrow for orientation and to cut the grass before 6:45 when the bus comes. Well…I don't really have to go but me and my best friend Cedrick are going to see our old teachers and find out who our new teachers are for eighth grade year. I'm actually gonna write another short chapter right now I might run on adrenaline tomorrow. I usually am when I go to cut the grass so it's nothing different to me. Yes, I know I'm weird.