No Pirates of the Caribbean for me...

Barbossa's daughter.

Barbossa had a daughter.

Barbossa was a father.

It was too much of an insane thought for even Jack's mind to comprehend. The git had a daughter and never told him. Barbossa had been his first mate after all and the Captain should know little details like that. Little details like the fact that he had been responsible for bringing life into the world were not supposed to be overlooked. But maybe Barbossa hadn't known any more than Jack about his offspring. That was definately not inconceivable for a pirate. Even for one not as charming and seductive as Jack himself.

But the fact that that offspring was Christina was even more insane. How did such a filthy traitorous menace have part in the production of such a quaint and proper, albeit a little hotheaded, young lady? She didn't share her father's lack of fortune in appearance. She certainly didn't strike one as the sort capable of mutiny. Probably didn't even know what a mutiny was. There had to be some mistake he was overlooking. It was impossible.

"Improbable," Jack muttered in correction to himself as he stormed purposefully down the hall.

Christina had been tossing and turning for hours on end, trying to get some sleep but kept up by what Ana Maria had told her about her real father and Jack. She had been left reeling in shock when the dark woman had told her of the mutiny that Jack had conveniently forgotten to tell her about. It was definately for the best that Jack didn't know about her being Barbossa's daughter and she was glad for the itching feeling she had that she shouldn't tell him.

It was just as she was finally nodding off, however, that Jack burst in through the door. Christina shot straight up in the bed, holding the sheet up to her chin. Squinting as her eyes readjusted to the light coming in from the hall, she recognized Jack standing in the doorway and rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing, you bloody pirate?" she moaned as she flopped back down.

"Like you're one to throw the word around like it's an insult!" Jack spat.

"What?" Christina frowned as she pushed herself back up again to face him, her hair tumbling over her face before she could push it out of her eyes.

"Why didn't ye tell me?" Jack demanded angrily, pulling the sheets off of her.

"Tell you what?" Christina yelped as he tugged her out of bed by her elbow, wearing only one of his white shirts.

"Don't play the fool, Christina. Ye know exactly what I'm talking about," Jack warned fiercely as they stood toe to toe. She yanked out of his grasp on her arm and glared back up at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she hissed venomously.

"Oh, I'm sorry I must be mistaken, Miss Lacimore," Jack replied, sarcasm dripping in plenty on his voice, "Or d'ye prefer Miss Barbossa?"

Even in the dark, Jack could see the colour drain from Christina's face as she stood frozen before him. She started to tremble involuntarily as Jack kept his glare fixed on her.

"Who told you?" she managed shakily.

"Doesn't matter. The fact is that you didn't tell me," Jack answered accusingly.

By now, some of the crew were in the doorway, peering into the darkness of the Captain's Cabin to observe the intriguing uproar. A worried looking Will and Elizabeth arrived with Ana Maria at their heels.

Christina spotted Ana Maria in the doorway and pointed a trembling finger at her angrily.

"You told him!" she shouted.

"Nay, lass! I gave me word! Someone else told 'im," Ana Maria said defensively, her gaze shifting pointedly to Will and Elizabeth.

Elizabeth hiccuped. Will rubbed the back of his head nervously. Christina's eyes widened.

"But... you don't even know! How do you know about it?" she demanded.

"We added it up...," Will shrugged.

"It wasn't hard to guess, Chris," Elizabeth insisted guiltily.

Christina averted her eyes. If Will knew that her father had been responsible for his father's death, how was it that he was not angry at her as well as Jack? Everyone stood in silence for a minute or so before Jack snorted bitterly.

"Nothin' at all t'say in yer defense, aye?"

"What have I to defend?" Christina replied with flashing eyes, "How can I help who my parents are?"

"Ye can't! But ye should've told me ye were Barbossa's daughter!" Jack retorted.

"I didn't realize I had any reason to until I spoke to Ana Maria today. If I had've known about the mutiny, I would've told you," Christina told him calmly, trying to keep her cool.

"So ye were goin' ta tell me, were ye?" Jack taunted.

"...No," Christina answered truthfully.

Jack nodded, proven correct.

"But only because I knew you'd react like this!" Christina cried.

"Like what?" Jack roared.

"Like a man off his nutter!" Christina roared back.

"So ye're tryin' t'tell me that ye had no idea about the mutiny?" Jack prompted, eyes filled with rage at her as yet unspoken answer.

"I didn't even know you existed until you came to Port Royal! Do you think my father came every night to tell me bedtime stories about his interactions with Jack Sparrow? He didn't even wait around to find out my mother was pregnant, Jack! And it's not like I could've asked her about him. All she knew was that she had gotten drunk one night and woke up alone the next morning after he slept with her," Christina told him, pleading sounding through her defensiveness.

"Then how did she know that it was him?" Jack pressed.

Christina rolled her eyes, "He left behind his hat."

Jack had to smirk at this. There hadn't been a day that he had known Barbossa that the pirate hadn't rambled something about misplacing his favorite hat years ago.

Christina was infuriated by his smirk.

"Do you think it's funny?" she spat.

Jack widened his eyes with instinctive innocence.

"No!"

They both stood in silence for a moment, breathing heavily with anger.

"Why didn't ye tell me anyway? About yer father not bein' yer father?" Jack asked pointedly.

Christina blushed at this. Jack frowned.

"Ye're embarrassed t'have pirate's blood in ye," he realised.

"It's not exactly the sort of thing you get congratulations for in London, Jack," Christina replied sarcastically.

"Well, we're not in bloody London, are we?" Jack pointed out impatiently, "Why didn't ye tell me?"

Christina let out a sound of frustration and looked heavenwards.

"I don't know! It's just habit to keep it a secret!"

Jack shook his head.

"Yer goin' ta blame it on habit? I would expect more from you than that even now I know that yer Barbossa's daughter," he sneered.

Christina stared at him incredulously, "Am I supposed to take that as an insult? You act as though I have some form of respect for my father! Like I could care less what you have to say about him. Don't fool yourself Jack, I know he was a pitiful excuse for a pirate and a man!"

Although satisfied with her words, Jack refused to let her steer the argument off track.

"I know why ye didn't tell me," he informed her.

She lifted her chin and beckoned him to tell her.

"Because ye'd hate to not have the fact that you're of a higher class to hold over me head. You couldn't handle it if I knew that you were nothing more than me," he smiled bitterly, "Tough luck, eh?"

Christina was about to deny the hard accusation profusely when Jack turned, pushed his way through the nosey crew and left. Refusing to let him have the last word, she pushed past the crew herself and stormed after him.

Catching up, she walked around in front of him and stopped, forcing him to stop as well. She pointed a finger into his chest roughly.

"Don't you dare try to blame your own insecurities on me, Jack Sparrow," she whispered, quietly enough so that no one else would hear but fiercely enough for the words to take effect on him.

Jack stared at her for a moment, at a loss of words for once in his life.

"What makes you think I have any insecurities, luv?" he asked eventually, trying to sound as careless as possible. Christina didn't waver or hesitate.

"I didn't once act like I thought I was better than you. I didn't make any assumptions about you. And I didn't bring up my class at all. You did. You're the one this matters to. Don't accuse me of me of your own crimes."

And with that, she returned to the cabin and closed the door quietly behind her, leaving a stunned Jack in her wake. Will, Elizabeth, Ana Maria and the crew studied him expectantly. Unwilling to deal with them, Jack turned and headed for the guest cabin.

The next morning, Christina woke with a headache. She moaned and slowly lifted herself off the bed, rubbing her throbbing temples. She paced to the small port hole and started to open it before she realised what was on the other side of it. The Pearl was no longer at sea.

Before she had a moment to digest the fact, a knock sounded at her door and she turned to see Jack entering.

"Mornin' luv. Sleep well?" he asked pleasantly.

Not sure what to make of his behavior, Christina nodded and eyed him cautiously as he walked toward her and glanced out the port hole.

"Ah, ye found me suprise already. That," he gestured toward the busy town, "is Rhoding. Me second favorite place in the world next to Tortuga."

"Oh," was all Christina could say in response, paying more attention to him than their destination.

"Now, I 'ave an old acquaintance t'meet up with but this evening I shall show ye around the place," Jack told her cheerily, turning to leave.

"Jack...," Christina started. He swayed back, a reassuring smile on his face.

"Forget las' night, lass. 'Twas just a big misunderstandin'," he shrugged with a flick of his hand before disappearing into the hall.

Christina frowned worriedly.

"Just a big misunderstandin'," Jack smirked under his breath as he made his drunken way to the deck and down the gangplank to the docks.

It wasn't long before he found the bar he was looking for. He grinned, finding that it hadn't changed much, still flaunting a horrid shade of green on it's gutters and window sills and it's timber porch darkened not with lacquer but with years of alcohol spills and stomach emptying mishaps.

The Sailor's Love. And loved by sailors it was.

Jack sauntered inside, grinning at those he recognized and tipping his hat to those he didn't. Even in the late morning, the bar was still filled with people trying to recover from the night before. Trying to cure alcohol consumption with more of it. Jack loved it.

It became clear that he was searching for someone, his head turning this way and that, resulting in the clattered tinkling of the beads in his hair. His kohl lined eyes skimmed over the depressed looking faces of the hungover customers and the fed up faces of the employees. His eyes all of a sudden lit up.

"Samuel!" he cried in delight, putting out a hand towards a rough looking man with frightening scars running down the sides of his face and piercing blue eyes.

"How ya doin', Jack?" the man returned cheerfully with an obviously rare smile creasing his features.

"Just fine, mat-"

"Jack!"

Jack turned to see a beaming blonde woman coming his way. He tried desperately to remember the wench's name. Melissa. Melanie. Michelle. Marissa. Mary... Mary! That was it!

"Mary!" he exclaimed, trying to match her obvious joy with his own as she dragged him into a sensual embrace that left even him a little flustered.

Samuel let out a hearty laugh, "Why is it that all women insist on greeting you in the same fashion, Jack?"

"Ah, it's just instinct, mate. The first time they scream out my name in the most intense ecstasy they've ever felt, they just can't seem to stop themselves," Jack winked as Mary gave him a kiss on the cheek and sashayed away, a suggestive pout on her lips.

Samuel chuckled and flung an arm around Jack's shoulders. It was clear to everyone else in the bar that Samuel was the much stronger of the two, towering over Jack. He led him towards the back of the bar and beckoned him to grab a seat at the secluded table in the corner. He signaled to one of the girls to bring a round of drinks and turned back to Jack purposefully.

"Now, what 'ave ya come ta see me for, Jack?"

Jack leaned back and nodded his thanks with a crooked smile at the very young pretty girl that set a mug of rum before each of the men. The girl grinned back shyly before retreating back to the bar. Jack turned his attention back to Samuel who was rolling his eyes at the charmer's ability to seduce any strumpet.

"Well, dear Sam, I 'ave a proposition fer you," Jack informed him before taking a mouthful of rum and enjoying the soothing burning sensation that travelled to his stomach.

"Is that so? Ya best be tellin' me about it then, aye?" Samuel grinned.

"Aye, I 'spose yer right. Do you or do you not recall a certain pirate who went by the name of Barbossa?" Jack asked casually.

Samuel's face darkened with hatred at the mention.

"Aye. Ya know me story goes much the same as yours, Jack. He was me first mate and he convinced me crew t'betray me and then marooned me on a god forsaken spit of land he called an island. And ya know we weren't the only poor souls the scum pulled it on. He gave me these scars," Samuel ran his fingers down the brutal looking lines on his face, "'Course I remember 'im. What I would don't to 'im if he was still alive."

"That's what I thought," Jack nodded, downing some more rum.

After no more came from the mysterious pirate, Samuel huffed impatiently.

"So ye came all the way 'ere to make sure I remembered Barbossa, did ya, Jack? The rumours are true then. Ya truly have lost it," Samuel said and Jack lowered his brows at him.

"Nay, didn't I tell ye I had a proposition? Now, do ye or do ye not remember The Sapphire?" Jack asked elusively, studying his nails airily.

Samuel chuckled, "Aye. Ya begged for that ship like ya life depended on bein' Captain of it. Why?"

"Do ye still 'ave it?"

"...Yes."

"I want it."

"Oh, really?"

"Aye."

"This doesn't really help ya case of being sane, Jack."

"Ah, well. I give up on that case."

"Wha' made ya think ya could come 'ere an' demand yaself a ship?"

"Demand? It's a request, mate. An' I never said there was nothin' in it fer you," Jack smiled secretively.

Samuel leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his muscular chest, "And what could ya possibly 'ave that I want, Jack Sparrow?"

"Well, seeing as ye couldn't get revenge on Barbossa 'imself, I figured that the next best thing would be t'ave ye revenge on on eof his own," Jack shrugged carelessly although there was an intense eagerness to hear the man's response in his eyes.

"One of his own?" Samuel repeated questioningly.

"Aye. I found his daughter."

Jack decided to give the man a little time to soak in the suprising information. He took the opportunity to turn around and grin suggestively at the young girl from before. Seeing his grin, the girl blushed and ducked her head to hide her own grin. Satisfied, Jack turned his attention back to Samuel and was a little unsettled to see the immense menace and greed in the brute's eyes.

"Ya have her here, d'ya, Jack?" Samuel asked roughly.

"Aye, on the Pearl."

"When can I have her?"

Jack lifted his brows in suprise. This was going to be easier than he thought.

"When can I have the Sapphire?"

"Tonight."

"Then tonight ye can 'ave the girl. She's a beauty too, Sam. I almost feel like I should be askin' ye fer more than the ship," Jack shook his head.

Samuel eyed him suspiciously.

"Barbossa marooned you too, Jack. Not hungry for revenge anymore?"

"I shot the man, Sam. I think that's enough for me."

Satisfied, Samuel nodded and stuck out his hand. Jack hesitated for just a moment, remembering the weight of his actions and what would become of Christina if he went through with this. She'd only be alive long enough for Samuel to enjoy her. Then he'd kill her. And not quickly either. He'd make her suffer at his hand the same way he suffered at her father's.

Biting the inside of his lip and looking as confident as possible, Jack met Samuel's hand and shook it heartily.

"We have an accord."

I know what ye're thinkin'. Jack is a bastard. Understandable. Actually, I have nothing to say in his defense. After such a shock, I shall expect there to be an unbelievable amount of people reviewing and telling me how shocking the shock actually was. So review away.

Karibbean: Oh, good. I'm glad me story is easy to picture because it makes it more enjoyable to read, right? Yes, the snappy conversation was very snappy indeed. And Jack got to show his true potential of being a complete arse. He he he, yes, that secret was such a joy to put in! I was actually writing the toasts and trying to figure out what on earth Christina's secret could possibly be! An' it came t'me like that. And I didn't go too much into Jack's reaction because I figured people like yeself would be able to picture it perfectly anyway! Thanks fer ye reviews, luv.

Ailuro: Ah ha! Another best chapter yet, aye? I'm excited! I'm glad ye think Will was in character 'cause he's a hard one to write. And the toasts were a ball t'write. I could've gone on but I thought it may have gotten a little repetitive and I didn't want that. I'm really glad that people seem to be able t'picture all this in their heads cause it takes a bit of the pressure off me! Ha, I'm a lazy git! I'm glad I've got such a good reviewer t'help me out. Cheers, luv!