"Everything?" Angela looked at Jack suspiciously.

"Aye, what's yer full name for example, or ye age." He leaned towards her, Angela could feel his breath. A strong smell of alcohol. He moved closer to her, so close their shoulders touched each other. Jacks smell became stronger, alcohol, dirt, blood and sweat, not a very pleasant smell. Angela held her nose. Why haven't I noticed this before?

"How long has it been since you had a bath?"

Jack looked insulted at first, then shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno."

"Well, you certainly need one."

"Maybe ye think that now, but give it a month and then ye'll smell jus' as lovely yerself."

"A month? In a month neither of us will be smelling good, after a month on this Island. But I doubt we will suffer…Do you have your pistol by the way?"

"No, those bloody cockroaches took it, and don' change subject. Tell me everything there is to know, about…you."

"Ok, I will, if you tell me your story when I'm done."

"I thought ye knew everything abou' me."

"Not everything…"

"Aye then, we 'ave an accord." Jack smiled, reach out his hand and Angela took it, laughing. But the smile faded immediately, and there was a shadow over her eyes, she opened her mouth and told Jack the story about her life, a story she hadn't told anyone earlier…

The year is 1984, in an apartment in a small town in England.

A little girl sleeping in her crib is sleeping heavy, unaware of the noise in the other room.

A man and a woman are fighting. Not very unusual. The man is walking towards the door. His wife tries to stop him, he hits her, over and over again. She screams and falls to the floor. The man yells at her, he calls her names before he leaves the small apartment and never returns…

Angela closes her eyes, forcing her tears to fade away.

"My dad…he left us when I was just a baby…"

She opens her eyes, stares at the ocean and then continues.

8 years has past, and a lot has changed. The little girl is not a chubby happy baby anymore; she is a thin pale girl with extremely sad eyes. Her mother has gone from a beautiful, but abused woman to a shadow. A shadow of drugs and alcohol. Each night is there men using the women, paying her with drugs. Some returns several times but most of the times is it new men. Every night was the same, and they almost always ended with the woman sitting on the floor crying and bleeding.

The little girl would go to school in the morning, pretending like nothing. Pretending that she hadn't been crying all night, listening to the sounds of her mother being beaten, her and her "friends" party and other sounds the poor girl was too young to understand.

She didn't do well in school, so when she got a little older she just stopped going.

Her mother didn't care; she hardly ever paid her any attention, unless she yelled at her over something. Her mothers "friends" noticed her though. Especially when she reached puberty, they always came in to her room, offered her drinks, looking at her with creepy eyes. One guy who came to their home every night, he once wanted her to sit on his lap, when she didn't want to he tried to force her, but her mother stepped in and told him that he could do whatever he wanted to with her, but he would not touch her daughter. He beat her up so badly, Angela had to call an ambulance before she climbed down her window and hid in a bush. She spent that night, crying, and she made her decision, no alcohol, ever! And she had now learned that men could not be trusted, love was something that only existed in fairytales. She promised herself to never fall in love…

When she turned 15 she started to work, earning some extra money for food, rent and saving some to a ticket away. Far away from the little town in England, far away from her mother and all bad memories. It took her three and a half years until she had enough to buy a ticket to USA.

Angela took a deep breath and another sip of rum.

"I had nothing, no place to live, hardly any money but I was free. I hated my mother so much for what life I had to grow up in, hated my father for hitting my mother and then leave her. He was an alcoholic no-good son of a bitch, but my mother loved him. When he left my mother started drinking, and then she started taking drugs." Angela sighed took another sip and then continued with her story.

She met this sweet old couple and they let her live with them, in exchange for her helping them with housework. She also started working again, saving money so she could get educated. After a few years she finally had enough money and started studying medicine, and that was how she met Jonathan. A shy, handsome, kind and funny guy. He was like her, all alone and they became friends almost immediately. Neither of them dated, Angela didn't trust a single man except Jonathan, and Jonathan hadn't come out of the closet just yet. The fact that he was a homosexual and a few years younger didn't matter to Angela, he was her best friend. And nor did it matter to him that he new nothing about her past and that she, no matter how hot weather it was, always dressed in big sweaters, hiding her body as much as she could.

But together they changed, Jonathan dared, with Angela's support, to tell people that he was gay and Angela opened up and got much more succour with herself. Of course they became roommates, they started taking dancing-classes together and the two of them even bought a boat with the money they won on a lottery ticket.

"It was going to be our first vacation together, my first one ever. But then came the storm and changed everything…" She turned her head and looked at Jack, but looked away again, she couldn't stand the pity in his eyes.

"8 years….it's been 8 years since I left England. I haven't heard from my mother since, I don't even know if she's alive. I even refused to use my surname, my fathers' name. Quinn.. Angela Quinn, that's my full name. Or, Angela Clarisse Quinn, Clarisse is my mothers' name, was, I don't know… Funny…I've never told anyone about this before."

"Yer secret 's safe with me." Jack placed his hand on Angela's shoulder.

"Thank you." She smiled."

"How old where ye when ye left?"

"18…I'm 26 now. "

"I was 14…almost."

"21 years…" Jack looked strangely at her.

"You're 35, right?"

"Not sure, but aye, could be possible."

"So, are you going to tell me your story anytime soon? It's your turn. And I'm dying to know what made you leave your home." Jack looked her in the eyes. There was something extremely sad about his face.

"Aye love, I'll tell ye. I guess this story begins with my mother dying. I was jus' a baby, an' my dad blamed me for it, called me the devil's child."

"What? How could he blame you?"

"My mother died in childbirth, she died while giving birth to me. My father loved her so much, but he hated me. He was a carpenter back in England, a rather wealthy one, so there was no lack of money when I grew up. I 'ad always food to eat, clothes to wear, I went to school, learned how to handle a sword. But my father ne'er loved me, 'e was ne'er proud of me. And when he got drunk, which happened rather often, he'd usually beat me, and while doing that he always told me 'ow useless I was. An' if it hadn't been for me, 'e'd still 'ave his beautiful wife."

"That's awful!"

"Yeah, I really wanted to get out of there, I'd do anything. My father wanted, no, demanded tha' I would go in his footsteps, made me start working when I was very young. But I was ne'er good at carpentry though, so 'e made me a cartographer, extremely boring, making maps of places I wanted to see. I envied the sailors who could go out to sea. But there was nothing I could do abou' it, I was going to find myself a girl, get married an' 'ave a family, weather I liked it or not. But tha' wasn't the life I wanted. So I saved almost all the money I earned in a small wooden chest, saved it for a chance to get away.

And when I was almost 14 I got that single chance, and I took it…

It was in the middle of the night, the wind was blowing hard outside and the only light came from the nearly full moon in the middle of the sky.

A boy is looking out his window; there is no sound except for the wind and him breathing He can see his own reflection in the window a, a thin, pale boy with a few pimples on his chin, with dark hair and brown eyes, his lips pressed tightly together, watching something in the distance, a single spot of light far out at sea, moving closer by the minute.

Could it be a ship?

But why would a ship be coming in at this hour?

After a while the boy decides to go to sleep after all.

But he wakes up just about an hour later, without knowing why at first, but then, a loud bang!

He quickly runs to his window and looks trough it. A large ship, not too far from the harbour is firing its guns.

Pirates!

His father runs in to his room. He looks stressed, almost scared.

"Jack, get in her," he opens a wardrobe, "quickly." He pulls his son in it.

"Jack, listen. Stay here and be quiet. Don't leave the wardrobe until I come and get you, you swear?"

"I swear" His father gives him a smile, then closes the wardrobe and leaves the room.

But only a short while later, Jack hears someone enter the room. Jack was hardly breathing, that someone in the room was apparently looking for something, opening cabinet, so it couldn't be his father. Then, he heard how that someone walked over to the wardrobe, stopped outside it, and opened it.

The man looked shocked when he found the scared boy. Jack didn't scream, he just sat there, staring at the man.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you."

He didn't seem so dangerous. He had a kind face with, big, kind brown eyes; his brown hair was tied back.

"Are…are you a pirate…sir."
The man started laughing, and Jack saw that he couldn't much older than 20.

"Yes as a matter of fact I am."

There was another blast from a cannon ball and Jack pressed his hands over his ears. The whole house started shaking and Jack realized that the cannon had hit the house.

"Come, ye need to get out of here."

The man pulled Jack out from the closet, but Jack pulled away.

"Wait!" He leapt back into the closet and pulled out a small chest. The pirate grabbed Jacks arm and ran out of the house, while outside he stopped, and looked the boy in the eyes.

"I'm going to leave ye here. Find a place to hide, quickly."

"No, please, take me with you. Here," he opened the small chest, "I'll give you this if you take me with you."

"What?"

"I don't want to stay here, and I work hard, I promise. I know how to cook, a little."

"Bet the Cap'n wont say no to another crew member, but no. Yer jus' a kid."

"No I'm not! And please, just for a little while, I won't be any trouble, I promise!"

"He told me he must be crazy for bringing me along, but he did. Took me to the ship and let me speak to the Cap'n he did, and he actually let me stay, if Bill looked after me."

"Bill?"

"Aye, Bootstrap Bill…"

In the beginning he had spent most of his time working under deck but during the evenings he had entertained them all with songs and stories, all the pirates loved little Jack.

But the years past, the young boy grew into a young man, the pimples disappeared, the hair got longer and he had grown muscles and had a nice than. He wasn't little Jack anymore, he was now Jack Sparrow, the pirate. He was the captains' favourite and one day, when they both stood by the helm, he and Jack had a talk.

"You know, I aint gonna be here forever, and when I'm gone, who's gonna take care of the Pearl?"

The Black Pearl, the fastest ship in the whole Caribbean, possible the whole world, a real beauty and Jacks first, only, and true love.

"Ye want her?" The captain looked at Jack with a big smile.

"Yes, of course I do, but…"

"She aint for free."

"How much?" Jack knew it was too good to be true, she'd probably cost a fortune, but he had to have her, no matter what.

"How much do ye got?"

And so was it settled, with Bootstrap Bill as a witness, Jack bought the Black Pearl, but he would not become the Captain until Captain Flinck died.

And he did, just about a week after that Jack had bought the Pearl, during a raid. He took a shot in the back, had no chance. Jack was the first one beside him, he sat down and held his captains' hand while he died, but not until he'd said his last words to him.

"She's yours now Jack, take care of her for me, don' let anything happen to her…Captain…"

"I promise…" Jack saw how his friend smiled before his struggle finally was over…

Jack closed his eyes tightly.

"Ye know my hat?" Angela nodded.

"He gave it to me, on my 20h birthday he gave it to me. Just one an' a half year earlier. It was horrible…He jus' died in front of my eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"I'm sorry Jack."

"I killed him…"

"Who?"

"That bloody little coward who shot him. The only man I've ever enjoyed killing, except for Barbossa…"

Jack immediately executed the man who had killed his Captain and friend.

And that was how the rumours started, the rest of their captives where set free, and they told everybody about the cold blooded Captain Jack Sparrow, who had chosen one man from their crew and killed him right in front of them, with a smile on his lips.

Yes, he was crazy, and evil, almost invincible.

Well, at least one of that rumours were true, with the Black Pearl Jack and his crew were almost invincible, she was the fastest ship ever, and Jack cared for her more than everything, he would never forget the promise he had made to his friend.

But evil, no. Jack never killed a man unless it was absolutely necessary, one of the rules that Captain Flinck had told him about when Jack became a crew member.

No man on board the Black Pearl would ever kill a man for the fun of it.

No woman or child would ever be harmed.

And no one would use a woman unless she wants to be used.

Three rules that Jack made sure of that everybody followed.

But unfortunately, almost half of his crew left him.

They all thought that Jack was too young to be their Captain, Bill defended him of course, but that did no good, but at least they wouldn't betray him, make a mutiny, they respected Captain Flincks decision but wouldn't stay on the Pearl.

So Jack was left with a very small crew, but luck seemed to be with them anyway.

Jack wasn't a good Captain, he was the best. And the Pearl, she was definitely un-catchable with Jack Sparrow by the helm.

A few years later, Jack was sitting in a bar when an old man turns to him. They started talking, he said he had heard about Jack and the Black Pearl and that he had found him worthy, worthy to share the secret. He told Jack about a treasure, a treasure far beyond any mans dreams. He gave Jack a broken compass, but explained to him that if he just followed the compass, it would lead him to the treasure.

"But be ware my friend, the treasure may sound like a dream come true, but it too has secrets as I do. A curse, a curse worse than any of yer nightmares, so be ware mate."

And with that the old man left, Jack never saw him again.

"A cursed treasure? Ye must be crazy for listening to a drunk old fool."

Jack turned around, and behind him sat about ten pirates, looking at him.

One of them stood up, a tall man with a rather big nose and a shark tooth earring.

"You're Jack Sparrow eh? The name's George Barbossa." He offered his hand; Jack stood up and took it.

"Aye, and what do ye want with me?"

"I overheard yer conversation and I think it sounds interesting. And I also happens to know that ye need some more crewmembers if yer going on such trip. Me and my men would be more than happy to join yer crew."

"And what do you want?" Jack had learned that there were very few men that could be trusted.

"Not much, a fare share of the treasure, equal treatment as the rest of yer crew."

"Sounds fare…"

"Oh, and I want to be yer first mate."

Barbossa explained that he had been their captain earlier before they lost their ship in a storm, and now, since half of Jacks crew would be Barbossas old one he wanted to be as equal to the captain as possible.

Jack talked with Bootstrap for a long time, since he was the first mate, but he agreed with Barbossa, it was more fair that way. Jack finally agreed with Barbossa, even though he had his doubts. But Barbossa and his crew proved themselves to be good men and sailors. They made a couple of raids during a few months before going on a search for the treasure.

But only three days out on the venture Barbossa tells Jack that everything's an equal share, so should the location of the treasure be too, so Jack gives up the bearings. That night there was a mutiny…

"I assume ye know the rest, eh?"

"Most of it…at least I think I do."

"Ye know about my betrayal as well?" Jack threw away the empty bottle of rum.

"I betrayed him…"

Dawn…Jack was looking between the bars in his cell down in the brig. He couldn't understand it, why? What had he done wrong? Was he such bad captain?

A door being opened, footsteps, coming closer.

"Bill…"

"Jack, I am so sorry, I didn't know! I would never have betrayed you, never!"
"I know Bill."
"I'll stop them, some how. They can't do this to you."

"No, don't be a fool. Think of yer son. This was going to be the last thing, once ye get yer share of that treasure ye'll never have to leave him again."

"Yes but…"

"Promise me, William please." Jack grabbed his hand.

"Jack, you are my best friend…"

"Promise me that you'll live! And please take care of that boy of yours."

"I promise Jack."

"That bloody fool!" Jack had now opened his third bottle of rum.

"You don't have to tell me…I know what he did. He sent of one medallion to Will."

"Aye, 'e defended me, for no bloody use."

"If he hadn't done it then you would never have been able to defeat Barbossa a year ago."

"Defeat? He aint defeated, why do ye think that we are stuck 'ere?"

"You're right, he may not be defeated yet, but he will be. Or, at least he will be if we find ourselves a way from this god damn island."

"Oh really, and 'ow are ye planning on defeat him if we ever get away from here?"

"You remember this?" She pulled out the medallion from underneath her shirt, dangling it in front of Jacks face.

"Aye…"

"Inside this I have exactly what we need, well, we are of course missing Barbossas medallion but that shouldn't be too much of a trouble…"

"Wait, are ye saying that…no, ye can't 'ave his…ye do?"

Angela nodded, Jack looked a bit shocked.

"And may I ask ye exactly 'ow ye got it?"
"No, sorry. Let's just say I used some of my talents."

The look on Jacks face made Angela burst out laughing.

Authors note:

I have found out that Jack was 34 during the first PotC movie.

And by the way, the story about Jacks life is my own, but I have heard that Jacks father was a carpenter and that Jack used to be a cartographer.