Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack sat at a small, round, rickety table where Rouge sat. He placed down to mugs of rum and passed one of the mugs to her.

Rouge was a tall, well-built girl with blackish-brown hair. The curls were tied back by a red leather rope behind her head and at the tips down her back. Her straight bangs hung to the side of her face. A single strand hung on the opposite side, tied in a braid and fastened by three colorful beads. Her eyes were a dark brown to match her hair, layered kohl-black like Jack's but slightly more controlled. Her lips where a dark red, signifying her name. She had fairly tanned skin; obviously tipping off that she's been out to sea frequently. She wore a dark pink bandana half folded across her forehead, now drenched in sweat. Her jewelry included large silver hoops in each ear and an ear-cuff over the right, a hemp-braided necklace adorning a few small shells, a black glove that slipped up to her right mid fore-arm that exposed her fine fingers ornamented with three rings on each hand, and the other wrist was decorated with bracelets of shells and small stones, as well as a black wristband strapped in an 'x' by a leather rope. She was wearing white tunic with a deep red corset strapped across by a brown leather belt. Her lower half was clad in a grey pair of loose pants that were strung tight below her knees, stripped black and grey socks that rose up beneath her pants, and tall brown boots similar to Jack's. Her sword hung from a black belt by her side.

"So tell me a bit about yourself." Jack said taking a long swig of rum.

"Well, I was born and raised here and Tortuga by my grandfather because my mother died when I was born." She took a short sip almost as though concentrating in thought.

"I'm sorry…" Jack looked at her with his concerned puppy-like eyes.

Rouge looked up from her thoughts and shook her head with a smile.

Jack decided to go to another question. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen"

"Ever sailed a ship?"

"Of course. I've been sailing for all my life."

"That's quite a long time to be sailing."

"Aye, but I hadn't much choice. If you think that was a young age to sail, I first picked up a sword at six years old."

"I wager your grandfather taught you." He put his mug to his lips.

"No actually, a sailor did. His name was Bootstrap Bill Turner."

Jack choked at this. "Oh! You knew him?"

"Aye, I knew him. I got along with his son too."

Jack's eyes went fixed. "William?"

"Aye. Every time we went to port I was asked to send messages to Will because Bootstrap Bill didn't want his son to know he was a pirate. Eventually, we were made crew of the Black Pearl."

Jack choked again. "When was this!"

"Ten years ago if I recall."

"Were you cursed?"

"No! Unlike Barbossa, I was aware of curses and didn't want to have any part in it."

"So what happened?" Jack was like a child listening to an old tale, coming in closer to hear every detail.

"I was dropped off in Tortuga because I was too young to be marooned and a girl so they couldn't do much harm."

Jack thought for a moment as he drank again. "Do you know what happened to Bootstrap?"

Rouge looked into her glass sadly. "Aye. I was there when they did it. He gave me his piece of cursed gold to give to Will. He wanted it as far away from Barbossa and his crew as possible."

"Ah! I see! So it all comes together."

"What?" Rouge almost seemed excited in his remark.

"You were cabin-boy of the Pearl and were the messenger for Bootstrap Bill which is how Will got a hold on the coin that passed on to Elizabeth with by no fault other than my own I confronted Will and help him save his lass and release the curse."

Rouge was silent for but a moment before nodding her head.

"You know I was actually looking forward to meeting you upon my membership aboard the Black Pearl."

"Is that so? Why's that?" Jack lifted his head back to chug down his rum.

"Well… because you're my father."

Jack spat out his rum onto Rouge's face. Her eyes were clenched shut as the sticky alcohol sprayed her face.

"WHAT!" Jack shouted. Rouge was wiping the rum from her face when she opened her eyes to see Jack looking at her in absolute disbelief. She started to laugh.

"What? You didn't know you had a daughter?"

"No because I haven't a daughter!" He shouted with wide eyes. The drunken men about the bar looked up with glassy eyes, speculating the fuss Captain Jack was making.

"Please dad…"

"Captain!"

"Captain Dad?"

"NO!"

"Captain Daddy then?"

"Don't play with me girl!"

"I'm sorry but please, try not and make a scene." She leaned in towards him and whispered, "It's bad luck to wake a man who's sleeping a drink you know." She winked.

As if on queue, Gibbs came casually strolling into Jack and Rouge's end of the tavern. "Well hello Captain." He turned to Rouge, "Oh and Miss Sparrow."

Jack exploded in anger, "Alright! That's it!" he stood and pointed a tricky finger at Rouge. "Who are you? No lies!"

"Rouge Sparrow"

"I said no lies!"

"You don't believe the truth even as I say it to you."

Jack shook his head as though he had a thought of déjà vu. "Stop that!" The rum was clearly kicking in, that and his stress was taking over his senses.

"Alright…" Rouge turned to her drink but before she could take a swig it was pulled from her grip.

"You shouldn't be drinking that." Jack said looking hard at her before chugging what was left in her glass.

"Hey! I was going to drink that!" Rouge said angrily. Jack merely lifted his finger in her face to indicate that he wasn't finished. When he swallowed the last drop he collapsed back in his chair and slammed his head on his crossed arms on the table.