Disclamer: If I owned POTc, I would be rich and travelling around the world...

Summary: a series of one-shots about the moment of birth of the characters in POTC

Birth:

Pronunciation: 'b&rth

Function: noun

Usage: often attributive

Etymology: Middle English, from Old Norse byrth; akin to Old English beran

1 a : the emergence of a new individual from the body of its parent b : the act or process of bringing forth young from the womb

2 : a state resulting from being born especially at a particular time or place a Southerner by birth

3 a : LINEAGE, EXTRACTION marriage between equals in birth b : high or noble birth

4 a archaic : one that is born b : BEGINNING, START the birth of an idea

Merriam Webster online dictionary

Captain Jack Sparrow:

Pain… Loads of pain..

That's how I felt. The baby had gone a bit out, but, in one of those strange ramblings of the nature, he went back into my body. And we were trying to get him out:

- Try to push a bit more- The midwife said

- I'm pushing all what I can!- I exclaimed- And if the baby doesn't go out now, I'll go into my self and take him by the ears!

I'm not sure if the baby heard what I said, but suddenly, he came out. And I say "he", beacuse it was a boy…

- It's been a laddie- The midwife said

She gave him to my sister Scarlett, who washed him, wrapped him in some clothes and gave him to me, while the midwife finished to do her work.

- Has Mickey come?- I asked Scarlett

-The Drunken man?- Scarlett said- I tried to find him, but I couldn't…

- Oh, don't call him like that! He's not a drunken man, he just has a little problem with alcohol.

- Very well then… I couldn't find the "man who has just a little problem with alcohol"…- she said, while giving the boy to me.

- But call him Mickey, please…- I said, as I rocked the baby in my arms.

Then, suddenly, the door opened. It was Mickey:

- May I enter, luv?

- Of course, darling…

He closed the door behind him, took a chair and went to sit near where I was. He took the baby, and looked at him:

- It's been a laddie, Mickey

- Yeah, I see, and, what a laddie!

- Darling… That's the umbilical cord…

-Oops…- He said, moving the umbilical cord..- But, he's isn't a eunuch, at least…

I wondered what eunuch meant… But didn't dare to ask him… So, I changed the topic:

- I haven't thought of a name for the baby…

- No worries, luv.

He examined the baby carefully, and then he said:

-Jack

-Jack?

- Yes, Jack. He just has the face of a Jack.

-Well, then- I said

-Therefore- He said to the baby- thou shalt be named Jack.

And the baby laughed..

And now... If you find the Simpsons reference in this chapter... I'll give you a cookie.

I'm going to Greece for ten days, but I promise to post the Elizabeth and Commodore Norrington Chapters when I'm back.

Cocacolagold: Course you can use it! And I'll love to read your fic .Just give me credit for the idea when you write the disclamer.