AN: This will be a chapter on Jake's history, and his mother.

CHAPTER SEVEN: Jake Norrington

Jake stood alone on the terrace of Port Royal. His wig lay in his hands and he allowed his chestnut hair to fall freely around him. His jacket was unbuttoned and his shirt open. The Royal Navy would be leaving the next day to search for the Turners.

He sighed and pulled his hair back. He decided to forgo the wig, mainly because it itched something awful. He rebuttoned his shirt and jacket and set off down the stairs.

Lt. Gillette was waiting for him. Jake sneered disdainfully to himself. The old man was a fool, and had never risen above Lt. In fact, he was still his father's Lt.

"Captain Norrington, you're father wishes to speak with you."

Jake nodded and walked past the sniveling man. Kenwick stood next to the Dauntless II, the ship Jake would be taking out. A small fleet of ships had already pulled out of the port and now awaited Captain Jake Norrington.

"Yes, father?"

"You became Captain at a very young age, Jake."

"I know, father."

"If you find them, you will be promoted to Commodore."

Jake smirked.

"Do not get complacent, Captain. If you fail, you get stripped of rank."

"But, Father!"

"Do not argue with me, Captain. Just do your job, and you will be rewarded. Fair winds and calm seas."

"And you, Commodore."

Jake turned and walked aboard the Dauntless II, mulling over the words his father had said.

In fact, the only reason Jake was a Captain was because of Gillette. The man had watched him since he was born, near 18 years ago. Jake was born a few months before Morgan had been.

But he acted much younger. He acted nothing like Marja, his late mother.

Kenwick Norrington had met Marja Dylan a few weeks after Elizabeth had declared her love for William. He was still slightly miffed from that, but he was healing slowly. Marja was the daughter of a farmer from England. They had sneaked over to the Caribbean in search of new lands.

Marja had long, wavy blonde hair and hazel eyes. Kenwick met her the day she arrived in Port Royal. She had been walking alone, obviously lost, when he spotted her. He walked out and offered to give her an escort.

She accepted. After he led her home, they began to see each other on a regular basis. She became good friends with William and Elizabeth, and that kept the relationships between the Turners and Norrington good.

A few days later, Marja discovered she was pregnant. Kenwick proposed and the two were married. Kenwick had never been happier.

Nine months later, Jake was born. He had a small head of chestnut hair and a pair of blue eyes. Six months after he was born, Morgan was. Marja and Elizabeth would get together and watch the babies, while Kenwick was sailing or Will was making swords.

As the children grew, so did Marja's love for both. They would constantly play Royal Navy and Pirates. Jake was always the RN, and Morgan always a pirate, and Morgan always won.

Years past, and the children grew distant. Marja and Elizabeth talked with one another, comforting each other when husbands were away. Then, on the day Jake turned 15, Marja fell ill.

Nothing like this illness had ever been seen in Port Royal. Her skin turned yellow, and she became weak. Kenwick returned from cruise duty to see to her. He never left her side.

Each day she got progressively worse. On the day before she died, the Turner's came to see her. Elizabeth sobbed into her shoulder, Will presented her with a small dagger for protection, but Morgan gave the greatest gift.

Marja had not returned to the sea since the time Jake was born. As Morgan drew next to the sick woman's bed, she pulled a vial from her breast pocket. A small vial of seawater. Morgan uncapped it and stuck it next to Marja's face.

"So you will always smell the ocean," she had whispered. Marja broke down then and for the first time since she had fallen ill, she cried.

The next day, when Kenwick went to fetch Marja's breakfast, she was dead. They took her out on Kenwick's clipper ship, Marja's Memories, and watched as she sank beneath the waves.

Kenwick wrenched himself out of his memories. He found himself staring at the painting done of Marja soon after they had been married. She was so happy and full of life.

Kenwick touched the painting and sighed. He missed her terribly. Jake had become a Lt. soon after her death. Jake threw himself into his work, and grew distant from his father.

Kenwick then began to spend more and more time with Morgan. He helped her break her young stallion, Brazen.

Kenwick sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Before, Morgan would come over nearly every day and just sit with Kenwick, talking about sailing, pirates, and anything else they could think of. Kenwick closed his eyes and sat back in his chair. He smiled grimly. Jake may hate pirates, but he was always absorbed by Morgan's tales of Jack Sparrow.

"Jack Sparrow doesn't exist," a twelve year old Jake said. Marja smiled at Elizabeth, who sat behind Morgan. Morgan glared at Jake.

"Does too! He and my parents are good friends!"

"Then why doesn't he ever come and visit, Morgan?" Jake snapped.

Morgan leaned forward. "Because he's off looking for treasure, that's why."

"Who would rather spend time looking for treasure than with your parents?"

"A pirate." Morgan said softly.

"One day, I'm going to rid the Caribbean of pirates, especially of Jack Sparrow"

Morgan scoffed. "I'd like to see you try."

"Just watch, Morgan, I will, I promise you."

Kenwick frowned to himself. Jake had made that promise, but he never acted on it. Perhaps that was what he planned to do on this outing, rid the Caribbean of pirates.

Kenwick stood and looked out of his window into the port, where the Dauntless II was leaving. He looked into the sky.

"Fly faster Sparrow, the Eagle has left the nest."

AN 2: Sorry it's so short, but I figured some light needed to be shed on Jake. Sorry for the delay. Ta maties.