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Meg watched as Jack ambled over to the very people they where trying to escape from. Very quietly, she stood up and slunk out towards the boat.

"Clamp him in irons." Norrington said, glaring at Jack. One of the men moved forward with a pair of handcuffs.

Jack took a step back. "I wouldn't be doing that if I was you." He said mildly.

"And why not, Mr Sparrow?"

"Captain Sparrow, Mr Norrington, and because while you are wasting your time with me, a young gentleman back there is attempting to drown a particularly distressed woman."

The Navy turned around, and looked in the direction of which Jack was pointing.

"I think he's telling the truth." One man whispered to Norrington.

Norrington scowled. "Alright, Jack. We will go and investigate. Percy and Jacob, stay with Mr Sparrow."

Two men in Navy uniforms took a step towards Jack, while the rest retreated. Jack smiled sympathetically. "Not up to the Commodore's level of respect, are you boys?"

The two men blinked stupidly at Jack. "Of course we are. Why would he choose us to guard you?"

"If that's what you what to tell yourselves, fine with me." Jack held up his hands and shrugged.

Percy and Jacob looked at each other, and turned around to see what the Commodore and his crew where doing. There was silence for a few seconds, then a cry of "Nobody is here!"

The Commodore walked back up to Percy and Jacob. "Where's Sparrow?" He demanded.

The two men turned around, but nobody was there.

Jack pulled himself on deck. Meg had woken everyone up, and the ship began to sail into the night.

"You right, Cap' in?" Mr Gibbs asked, pulling his friend up.

"Where's Meg?" Jack growled, as if answering.

"In her room."

Jack strode down into the boat. He sauntered to Meg's door and rapped his knuckles on it.

"Come in." Meg sighed, lying on her bunk bed.

Jack walked in and shut the door behind him. He stared at his best friend for the first time in a while, really looking at what he saw.

Her cheekbones and fine features where so much like Elizabeth, but her eyes resembled Will's. She was small and lithe, rushing all over the place, never stopping to consider the consciences. Just like Will.

"I am sorry, Da." She said quietly, bringing Jack down to earth.

He rolled his eyes and sat down next to Meg. "Well, we did get this." He smirked, taking out his satchel and pouring the contents out onto Meg's bed.

Meg's eyes widened as she fingered the jewellery. The she looked up at Jack. "Da, what happened to my Mother?"

Jack tensed. She must have asked that question a hundred times during her life. "Mother?" Jack asked, stalling for time.

"Yeah. You never answer me properly."

"Well… she… died." Jack murmured, looking anywhere but at Meg.

"Oh."

Jack tried not to feel too guilty. After all, she could have. Jack hadn't heard from Elizabeth or Will since they gave Meg to him. Not that he went out of his way to find them…

"Are we goin' ta go look for Will and 'Lizabeth?" Anna Maria asked.

Jack looked down at the now nine-month baby girl, gurgling happily to herself and swaying on the boat.

"They'll find us if they need to, love."

Anna Maria cocked her head at him. "You don't want ta let 'er go, do ya captain? That's why we've been sailing off corse for ages now. You don't want them ta find us."

Jack looked away. "I think you're right lass. I can't let her go now."

A five year old Meg tugged at Jack's clothes, that where so much like her own. "Papa?" She asked.

Jack glanced down at her, while still steering the boat. "What's wrong, savvy?"

"That man back in tha' ship is waving ta us." She said, pointing out to a boat on the horizon. Jack followed her chubby little hand. His eyes widened.

"Do you know him, Papa?"

"He's an old friend, love. A very old friend." Jack said, hoping no one else had seen Will waving franticly to them.

"Jack, you shouldn't let her call you that." Mr Gibbs said lowly as ten-year-old Meg practiced sword fighting with Anna Maria.

"What?" Jack asked, trying to clean the mud off his boots.

"Papa."

Jack looked up at his friend. "I never told her I was her father."

"She assumed you where! And you didn't do anything about it. At least just get her to call you Jack."

"She hardly ever calls me that anymore, anyway." Jack said dismissively.

" 'Da' is the same thing, Jack."

Jack tried to swallow the nausea building up in his throat. "She can call me whatever she dam-well pleases, Gibbs."

"But – "

"This discussion is over."

"Anyway," Jack said, trying to change the subject, "You're not aloud off of this boat for two weeks.

"TWO? That's not fair!" Meg cried, forgetting instantly about any mothers.

"You almost killed yourself and me! Of course it's fair!" Jack cried back. Meg slumped against the wall.

"I was just trying to help."

Come on darlin'. You know as well as I do that you only came because you where bored." Jack stood up to go.

"Bloody, stupid idiot." Meg snorted, folding her arms and lying down on her bed.

"Sticks and stones, love."

Jack sauntered out of the cabin and out on deck.

"What happened?" Anna Maria asked sceptically.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Same as always. She thinks she can do everything I do."

"Imagine that." Mr Gibbs said sarcastically.

Jack smirked. "What am I to do?"

"Maybe if you had of given her back to her parents in the first place none of this would have happened."

"She's happy here!"

"Well, this came today." Anna Maria handed Jack a letter addressed to him.

Jack stared at it. "Where did you get this from?"

"While you where out, a postman came up onboard and gave it to me."

Jack bit his lip, and returned slowly to the Captains quarters to read it.

Dear Jack Sparrow,

I have not been able to find you, so I am sending this letter. Jack, Will is dead. He died six years ago, and I have been looking for my daughter ever since. She would be twelve now, and I really miss her. I have been to my father's house, only to find out that he had died twelve years ago. An old maid informed me that a short time after his death, a man in dreadlocks and 'funny lookin' clothes' came asking for the Governor. Apparently he had a baby with him.

I do not know where Margaret is now. I have to find her Jack. She is the only thing left of Will. Do you know where she is? You wouldn't have done anything with her, would you? I do not think that you still have her; my belief is that you might have given her to someone. But I have to find her Jack. I have to. If you know anything, or even if you don't, meet me at Port Royal on the twenty second of October, on the dock.

Your's Faithfully,

Elizabeth Turner

Jack swore softly. "What's the date?" He yelled out to his crew.

"Twenty first!"

Jack swore again and then walked out of the cabin.

"What did it s – "

"Turn the boat around and go to Port Royal." Jack muttered.

"Why –"

"And don't ask questions! MEG!"

Meg came up on board. "Aye?"

"Go get in the most cleanest clothes you own. Then brush your hair, take off your bangles and come back to me.

Meg stared at Jack. "Excuse me?"

"Just go do it! NOW!"

Meg jumped at the noise, then shrugged and went to follow orders.

"You have to give her back, don't you?" Mr Gibbs asked him softly.

Jack didn't answer. He couldn't.