Disclaimer: POTC intros are coolest in my other POTC fics.


Fledgling

Jack looked down at her watching her while she slept. She was so beautiful. So perfect.

His eyes traced the curve of her body under the sheets, lingered on the hands that clenched and unclenched in dreams, drew slowly up to the perfect face. Her eyelashes fluttered in her dreams, and she gave a small contented sigh. Her cheeks were tinged with pink, and her hair was in disarray.

Oh, Jack smiled, reaching down the touch her, You are so, so beautiful. You're perfect.

In sleep, she murmured, and rolled over. Her hand brushed Jack's, and, unconsciously, she grabbed hold of him and held tight. Jack couldn't stop smiling.

Her scarlet lips formed intelligible words, and pulled Jack's hand close to her. Jack stroked her hair with his free hand, then leant down to kiss that perfect face. She barely stirred; his kiss was a light touch, a cat's-paw of wind.

Jack Sparrow had known women all over the world. In every port city, there was a woman who knew how he tasted. In every city there was a woman who looked out at the sea and wished for the pirate to return to her, just once. Jack Sparrow had known them all, with their painted lips and tightly-laced bodices and their silent desperation.

There was nothing desperate about the woman sleeping before him now. She was perfect. She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life.

She slowly released her hand, rolling over. Eyelashes fluttered, fingers twitched, feet kicked. Jack smiled gently, and fixed the blanket around her, tenderly.

At the doorway, the girl's mother watched, smiling to herself, as Captain Jack Sparrow stared adoringly down into the crib which contained their child.


A/N: This one is for the ppl out there who write OC fics and give Jack a daughter. XP