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The Daughter and The Son

Chapter 1

Meeting Again

Jack Sparrow walked along the road, humming "A Pirates Life For Me" to himself, staring at the girls he passed, his eyes flashing. He stopped in front of a house where a teenage girl with brown hair and dark, luring eyes was sitting in the front yard. She stared at him and yelled, "Mother!" A young woman stepped out the front door into the sunlight and responded, "Yes, Jane?" Jane pointed to Jack, who had stopped and was staring wide-eyed at the woman. She looked over to him and said, "Jack?" Jack responded weakly, "Elizabeth." A man came out of the door and repeated, "Jack?"

"Will."

They went over to where he was standing on the other side of the gate, lost for words. It had been 17 years since they had last seen him, sailing away from Port Royal on the Black Pearl. Elizabeth was the first to speak, "It's good to see you again, Jack. Where have you been? A lot has changed." Jack smiled that smile that only he could master (A/N- sigh) and said, "Well, a lot has changed for me, too. I've been sailing the world. And I kept true to my word, Elizabeth."

"What word?"

"I taught the entire crew "A Pirates Life For Me" and we sang it all the time."

Elizabeth smiled, remembering that godforsaken spit of land they had spent a night on, singing that song around a bonfire, drinking rum. Will, who was confused, said, "I'm just going to stay in the dark about this one." Jack looked behind them at the girl, still standing there, fascinated by Jack. He said, "And who's the little girl standing there, calling Miss Elizabeth 'mother'?" Will and Elizabeth both smiled fondly at Jane and Will answered, "Jack…Elizabeth and I were married, and this is our 15 year old daughter, Jane Aston Turner." Jack stared at the girl who was now standing beside her mother. She had Elizabeth's natural beauty, and Will's dark features.

"Charmed, Jane Aston."

"Jack Sparrow?"

"Aye."

"I've heard so much about you and your ship, The Black Pearl."

"My old ship, that is."

Will interrupted, "What happened to the Black Pearl?"

"I had to give her up for someone."

Elizabeth and Will exchanged glances of confusion and Jack continued, "I met someone, and I got her pregnant and now I'm a father."

Looks of surprise covered the faces of the 3 Turners. Elizabeth turned to Jane and said, "Get inside."

"Mum—"

"I said, get inside."

Jane stomped off to the house and Elizabeth said, "I wish you hadn't said that in front of her, Jack…"

"She's 15, Elizabeth, not 6. I'm sure she knows about things like that already."

Elizabeth sighed and Will said, "Ok, please explain what you said now, Jack."

"What's there to explain, William? Do you really want a play-by-play of how it happened?"

Elizabeth cried, "No, of course not!"

"But, who is this girl, and your child, Jack?"

"Ah, well, she is Dominique Arielle…French girl wouldn't you know I'd fall for one of them."

"And your…your…"

"My child? Yes, yes…He's 15 now, I suppose. William Sparrow. Named him after you Will. You did save my ass a few times 17 years ago. I also couldn't think of a better name at the time."

Still shocked at how calm he was, Elizabeth said, "And where are Dominique and William? And what are you doing in Port Royal again? If Norrington finds out, he'll hang you."

"William inherited most of my qualities, which can be a blessing…and a curse. He's down at the market, no doubt stealing and lifting girl's dresses. Dominique left him with me and took off for America. I'm in Port Royal because I'm traveling with Will, bonding, you know, that sort of thing. I've seen Norrington already, and I avoided him easily. He's still as stupid as he was so long ago." Elizabeth smiled, remembering how she was going to marry Norrington in order to save Will. Will said, "How long do you think you'll be here?"

"Well, we only just arrived this morning, and I believe I should like to stay for awhile. You know, catch up with my old friends, let things cool down in Tortuga before I head back there for Gibbs, that mangy cur, and kick back for awhile."

Will said immediately, "You must stay here with us." Elizabeth turned to him, startled by the invitation he had given out without so much as thinking of asking what she thought first. Not wanting to be rude, she nodded her head. Jack accepted the invitation and went down to the marketplace to retrieve young William.

A short time later, Jack and young Will returned to the house. Jack went up to the door, and was about to just let himself in, but thought better of it and knocked instead. Jane, who had been watching from the window and waiting for them to come, opened the door with a smile, and almost fell over from the sight of William. He was the spitting image of Jack Sparrow, except his eyes were brighter and younger. William was having the same reaction of Jane's appearance. Her brown hair was in loose curls down past her shoulders. Her eyes were dark, but filled with excitement.

"Miss Jane Aston Turner, meet my son, William Sparrow."

Jane smiled, still breathless. He extended his hand and she took it, shaking it gently, melting from the warmth of his hand. He picked up her hand and placed the top of it at his lips, kissing it gently, sending Jane into another world. She said to him, "It's a…um…pleasure to…make your acquaintance…um, Mr. Sparrow…" He smiled, a smile he happened to have inherited from his father and said, "Ah, the please, my dear, will be entirely mine. And please, call me Will. Mr. Sparrow is good old dad, here!" He clapped Jack on the back, sending dust into the air, as Elizabeth and Will came up behind Jane and smiled warmly at Jack and the young Will.

After dinner, William showed Jack and his son each to a room where they could stay. As he closed the door of Jacks room, he shook his head and said to no one in particular, "Same old Jack…" From inside the room he heard, "You say that like it's a bad thing?" Will laughed and yelled, "Good night, Jack!" He walked down the stairs, sighing from the long day.

Jane couldn't sleep. How could she when someone with such manly good looks and an air of mysterious flair about him was staying in the next room? She had so many questions for him, she didn't even know where to begin! She picked up her candle, then thought better of it, and blew it out before setting it down on the table. She left her bedroom, without even putting on something to show her quite revealing nightdress, and tiptoed down the hall towards Will's room. She reached the door, avoiding all of the squeaky steps, and stood outside, waiting. Should I knock? She made her hand into a fist and reached forward, about to knock, then put her hand down, losing her confidence. She let out a frustrated breath and whispered to herself, "Now come on, Jane, you're being ridiculous. Just knock!" She reached up again but before she could do anything, the door had opened and she was being pulled inside. She looked around, but only seeing pure darkness, but feeling the hot breath of someone standing right in front of her.

"You know…it isn't safe to wander the halls at night."

"Um…Will?"

"It also isn't safe to stand outside the door of the son of the best bloody pirate in the world who taught his son everything he knows, wondering if you should knock or not. Even more, it's just plain odd to talk to yourself."

She blushed and started to say loudly, "Will—" but before she knew it, his hand was over her mouth and he was whispering, "Keep your voice down. If I know my father, he'll be listening through the walls. We must keep quiet."

"Well what are you going to be doing exactly?" She hoped she hadn't sounded too hopeful or suggestive in any way.

"Hey, you're the one who came to talk to me, remember?"

"Oh, right. Well, I wanted to talk to you…"

"About?"

"Well, I mean, you live such a fascinating life—"

"Some life. I never stay in a place for longer than a week because then they start looking for my father and me so we have to move. My father's a pirate, which already puts us in a tight spot."

"But like you said, you're father is the best," she gulped before saying the curse word, "bloody pirate there is! What it's got to be like being his son! You must truly be the only one who really knows him! What it must be like to travel the world, meet new people, see new things, learn to swordfight! How exciting!"

"Exciting?" He laughed sarcastically and continued, "I think not. True, I know him, and that's why I know we'll be leaving soon. True, I travel the world and meet all sorts of interesting people. All of who I end up having to leave and never seeing again. Sword fighting? If I didn't know how to swordfight, I'd be dead. Imagine trying to live amongst pirates, who by nature are thieves, murderers, and criminals, and not knowing how to protect yourself. Does that really sound like an ideal life to you?"

"Oh my, yes!"

"You are such a girl."

"Hey!" She slapped him over the head and he winced before saying, "What was that for?"

"How dare you! For starters, you will not stereotype me as a 'girl' and say it like we're all pansies and wimps. Secondly, you will not call me a 'girl'! I'm 15, you know. Practically a woman! So there!"

He rolled his eyes and turned away from her to cross the room over to the window. She followed him, suddenly feeling a change of heart. She reached him and, seeing that he looked sad, put her hand on his shoulder and said, "Will…" He shook her hand off and said, "What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Define 'okay'. If by 'okay' you mean am I completely happy to not truly know my father, not make any friends, traveling from place to place without any understanding of who I am or where I come from, then no. I am not okay."

"You're Will Sparrow, the son of the greatest pirate to have ever lived!"

"You've mentioned that before. And it's not that I'm not proud of him. I mean, he's a legend! He's had books written of him. But none of them know of me. Nobody knows who I am. I don't even know!"

"Of course you know…"

"No, I don't. I've never met my mother, I hardly know my father. I know nothing of any of my family, and you expect me to be okay with that?"

"Will…"

"Stop trying to mother me, Jane. I don't need a mother…it's too late to try and be a mother to me anyway. I didn't have one as a child, and I don't have one now."

"I'm sure you had a great childhood despite that, Will."

"When you were sad as a child, did you go to your mother for comfort? Or your father?"

"Well, typically I went to my mother, but my father is a very sensitive man so sometimes I went to him."

"But mostly you went to your mother, correct?"

"Yes, but what are you getting at?"

"How many times do you think you felt bad as a kid, Jane?"

"Right many, I suppose."

"Right. Well when I was a child, I couldn't go to my mother, as I didn't have one, and I couldn't go to my father because he isn't a "sensitive man" like yours. I mean, you know Jack Sparrow, he isn't exactly a family man if you know what I mean."

"Will, I'm so sorry…"

"Don't be. Look, like I said before, it's not use trying to mother me, Jane. I had a bad childhood, and that's that."

She looked down at her feet, unsure of what to say. Will saw her looking down and he said, "Look, I didn't mean to snap at you. My father is just…a touchy subject with me." She nodded, still unsure of what to say and feeling terrible that she had brought up something so hard for him to talk about. He crossed over to her and listed her head up with his hand and said, "This is why I stereotype you as a 'girl'. You're…sensitive"

"And there's something wrong with someone being sensitive?"

"No…it's rather attractive on a girl."

She smiled weakly and blushed. She said to him, "Will Sparrow, are you attempting to flirt with me?"

"Maybe…Jane Aston, is that such a bad thing?"

"No…I had rather hoped you would…"

"Oh really…"

"Well, yes."

"Well who am I to perish a young girl's hopes?" He leaned forward and kissed her softly. When they broke apart she said, "Will…" She took a quick deep breath and continued, "I heard your father earlier, describing you as having picked up most of his traits."

"A blessing and a curse…so?"

"Well, I happen to know that your father…well, Jack Sparrow doesn't exactly have the best running record with women now does he?"

"Again, so?"

"How do I know this is real?"

Will smiled, the smile he'd picked up from Jack, and kissed her again. Despite her attempts at remaining calm and collected, Jane found herself going weak at the knees. When he broke from her again he said, "Now tell me, did that not feel real?"

"How do I know that's not just another line?"

He shrugged. She thought this over quickly, studying him as she talked to herself inside her head. (A/N- I do these quite a bit. Schizophrenic attacks are most fun to write, and I just love doing them. The first speaker is Jane, as she is, and the second is the "more sensible and slightly argumentative" side that hides within us all. Enjoy!)

"Well he certainly is a charmer…"

"Hello! He's the child of Jack Sparrow! He's more than likely going to use you and then dump you like a sack of potatoes!"

"But look at him…he's so cute, and he's sweet and gentle and kind!"

"It might all be an act!"

"No, I don't think so…"

"Oh, you are so daft!"

"But look at him! I'd be crazy not to take this chance!"

"He's putting on an act, just trying to win you over!"

"Oh shut up!"

"Act, act, act, act!"

"I don't care!"

She leaned quickly towards him, catching him in a breathtaking kiss.

A/N-

Well? Is it slightly okay? I hope this story's okay and not totally weird. If I get some good reviews I'll keep it going. If just one person wants me to continue, I will, but if not then I'll take it off and try again later when my confidence builds up. This is probably short because there's a whole lot of dialogue and spaces and stuff. I hope the rest of the chapters are a little longer, but you never know with me. Well, please review and tell me what you think or suggestions or things you were curious about or things that should be changed or just whatever! I love reviews! Currently I am grounded so updates are a little spaced off, please hang in with me! Well, hope to hear from you soon!

Love,

Dangerous Combonation