This fic is an ongoing story about our favourite Pirate Captain's childhood. It's going to be odd, and JackOC, so don't mind. I've tried my best to keep him in character, so hope y'all enjoy. I don't own anyone.
He was born to a rich family. A noble one at that, one who had the queen's favor. His father was a navy commander and his mother was a lady-in-waiting at the court. Both of them lavished gifts on their son. The moment he was born, they fell in love with him. "He's going to be handsome." Said a nurse. She had no idea how right she was.
The day he turned three, his parents bought him a miniature piano, which he loved with all his little heart. He used to pang away at it, not knowing a whit of what he was doing, but slowly he learned. He learned to compose music. He learned to play properly, nursery rhymes first, then came more complicated music. Soon, they needed to hire a teacher, that high was his aptitude. Soon, he had outgrown all the teachers in his little town. By then, he was a lad, almost ten.
He had big dreams, but they were the horror of his parents. He wanted to be a pirate. Slowly, day by day, he grew more and more distant from his parents, as their arguments grew more and more violent. But he still loved them. And hoped they loved him too.
They did, only it a mixture of disgust and love. After all, his mother still remembered the happiest day of her life, when she named her first ad last son Jack Sparrows.
Well, that was just an introduction. Hope you lot like it. Tell me if I should continue. REVIEW!