Jack hadn't been sat at his desk for long before a knock was heard from his door.

"Aye." Jack didn't even look up, assuming it would be one of his crew coming to tell him something that was either about to go wrong or had gone wrong. Noticing that the person who had entered his room hadn't yet said anything, but was now standing inform of him, Jack look up.

"What do you- oh?"

"Hello." Jack stared at the man, who had had the decency to keep his voice lowered, after the noticing the two sleeping bodies on the bed.

"How can I help you sir?" Considering Jack didn't know the name of the man that stood before him, he decided formality was the best way to go.

"Taylor Russell."

"So you do have a name then…" The man stood before Jack was the man who had claimed to be his father only a few days earlier. "It really isn't a good time right now…" Jack looked over the sleeping beauties on his bed and then back to Taylor.

"Captain Sparrow you are leaving at noon, when else do you suggest I talk to you?" Jack sighed. Anamaria had woken up was currently still lying down watching the two men talk, a frown on her face as she didn't recognise their visitor.

"Look… can you come back in an hour and I'll talk to you then. I don't know what you're expecting from me though."

"I'm not expecting anything from you Jack. All I want is a chance to talk to you, and put some demons to rest." Jack sighed, and nodded, as he watched the older man leave the room.

Jack rose from the chair he had been sat in, and walked over the bed kneeling down beside it so he was eye level with Anamaria. She didn't have to say a word before he started to explain.

"Tha' man tha' was in here, is claiming to be my father." A look of surprise washed across Ana's features.

"But I thought he was dead? I remember helping you kill the son of a bitch."

"Aye I know, that's what I thought, but apparently my mother was a dark horse. According to that man, she had a secret lover and well… do I really have to go into detail?" Ana shook her head and sighed.

"So what now? Do you remember him at all from your childhood?" Jack went quite for a few minuets.

"No. I remember stories with the mans name in it, but I don't remember him at all. I guess I wouldn't if my father stopped my mam from seeing him. I do remember Emily telling me that she was never aloud to go out without him anymore."

"What do you think he wants?"

"I don't know. You heard him on the way out, he said he wants to put demons to rest whatever he means by that." Ana just looked at him, not replying. Jack started to rub Millie's stomached gently, trying to stir her from her sleep. For that he received a rather grumpy response, causing Anamaria to laugh.

"Will had an idea about how to let the crew know about your return." Millie was desperately trying to fight off her dad and stay asleep, but was losing the battle.

"Oh yeah how's that then." Anamaria was stroking her daughter's hair, as Jack tried to wake her up.

"You know that isn't helping. He said that you should just wonder around, and act like nothing happened. See how long it takes them to notice."

"They'll all think there going mad or seeing ghosts." Jack grinned.

"Aye. That's the whole point of it."

"You're an evil man Jack Sparrow. So when does this kick in then?"

"I was thinkin' after we set sail, that way they can't get away from yer ghost other then jumpin' overboard. Maybe in the galley tonight?"

"Aye ok." A knock was heard on the door once more. "Looks like your 'friend' is back. Do you want us to leave or?"

"No. Might as well stay, I'd tell ye anyway." Ana nodded as Jack shouted 'come' at the door, causing Amelia to become properly awake much to her displeasure.

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Taylor walked into the large cabin. He noticed that his son's wife- or who he assumed was his wife- was now up, dressed and sat not far from Jack. The little girl who had also been asleep was no where to be seen, and he guessed they had sent her to be with someone else while they talked.

Seeing Anamaria still in the room wasn't what he had expected, but he did get some sense of satisfaction that his son seemed to have a very open relationship with his lady. So far Jack hadn't said anything, and neither had he. He sat down on the chair that was pointed out. An uncomfortable silence ran through the 3 of them. Neither him or Jack knew how to start.

"So ye say yer Jack's father?" A look and feeling of relief swept across Taylor as Anamaria broke the silence.

"Aye."

"How can ye be so sure? Seein' as ye weren't exactly part of his life?" Taylor took a good look at the woman sat before him. She looked at him with accusing eyes, not believeing him for a second.

"I can never be sure miss…"

"Its Anamaria. No miss. Cant stand damn formalities such as 'miss' and 'sir'. Other when there needed." Taylor nodded. He had taken a liking to her already.

"Anamaria. But from what I see, and what I saw when he was born, he doesn't have a single feature that matches that of Samuel Summers." Both Jack and Anamaria flinced at the mention of the name.

"Right." Anamaria looked across to Jack. He was sat, his feet up on the desk infront of him, staring at the man that sat before them both. "and say we were to believe this… new information. What do you want from 'im?"

"I want nothing from him." Both Anamaria and Jack's eyebrows shot up.

"Then why bother coming here?" Taylor smiled.

"Many reason's. Firstly, I wanted to see what sort of a man he had become. Then there was the fact I wanted to let him know he wasn't related to that" Taylor paused, using his hands to show he was searching for the right words. "man. And then there was to give him this." From the pocket of his worn jacket, the old man bought out 3 boxes. Each of different sizes. He stood up and put them beside Jack's feet on the desk, before sitting back down again.

"Whats in th' boxes?" Jack spoke for the first time since the man had re enetered the room.

"Open and see." Sighing Jack took his feet off the table and took one of the larger boxes. He opened it to find a necklace his mother had once worn. His eyes shot up to the man accusingly.

"How did ye get this?" Taylor had been expecting that question to crop up after handing the things back to their rightful owner.

"Your sister." Jacks eyebrows once again rose, his eyes disbelieving. After a few moments of silence Taylor continued. "Emily knew I had a close relationship to Bella. I had heard of your mothers illness and had come to say my last goodbye. Your sister regonsied me immediately as to the man your mother had been 'friends' with shortly before you were born. Bel liked to bring her out with her, she wasn't fond of leaving her in that stuffy house." Taylor paused, a smile on his face for a while as he thought about Jacks mother. "Anyway, while I was there she had taken a few of your mothers most treasured possessions. That was that necklace. In that box" Taylor pointed to a medium sized box. "is her braclets, and in that one," the last of the lot, the largest, was pointed to this time. "a frame with a painting in." Jack took his eyes off the man infront of him, to the box that lay infront of his eyes. Curiosity took over him, and he opened it. Emotions overtook his face, and his body as he looked back almost 30 years, to see his mother and sister looking so happy as they posed with him for a painting. They had, had many done over his 7 years with his mother, but that was the only one they had ever had without his father, and it was the one he had missed looking at the most.

It was a rare occasion to see Captain Jack Sparrows eyes fill up, but the sight of his dead sibling and mother had made it one of those occasions. The only other time Ana had seen him exactly like he was then, was when their daughter was born, and he held her in his arms for the first time.

"I shall be going now." Taylor got up, nodded towards Anamaria, while Jack sat still staring at the painting. He then made his way over to the door.

"Where will ye be goin' now?" Taylor stopped and looked back at Anamaria.

"Find a way home I guess. Nice to have met you Anamaria." Before she could say anything else he opened the door only to be met by Amelia, who banged into his legs, before looking up and beaming a winning smile at him. He crouched down to her eye level.

"Hello young lady, what would your name be?"

"Melia."

"Amelia, that's a pretty name." Millie grinned at that comment.

"Who are you?" Anamaria smiled at the bluntness her daughter had with strangers.

"Taylor. Im a friend of your Daddys."

"Are you goin' to be on the boat?"

"Nope 'fraid not little one. Now I must be on my way." Taylor once again went to make his way out of the door into the brightness of the morning sunshine. Amelia bounded happily over to her mother. Just as his body was going out of sight, Jacks head snapped up.

"Wait…"

A/N Finally! i have finished all the taly crap that needed to be outta the way, and now i can get back to the action. I'd say there was only another 3 or 4 chapters left, but could be more if i keep having ideas pop into my head. Please review on the way out thankies! XXX