"Sarah," Will instructed, not able to raise his voice enough to sound authoritative, "go back to your room. Jack was just…just leaving."

She gave a curt nod of obedience to her father but, as she turned to leave the room, she shot a glance at Jack, also. A glance he knew all too well. A glance he'd been given every day for the first few months of a child's life sixteen years ago. It meant they shared a secret.

It meant she knew.

The brief moment of connection was lost, however, as Sarah disappeared from the doorframe and Will's blade pressed harder into his throat.

"Get out," Will hissed. "Get out of my home, Sparrow, and stay away from my life."

Without missing a beat, Jack unsheathed his sword from his waist, held it against Will's and countered, "I'm afraid I just can't do that, Mate."

AN-Short, sweet and to the point. Don't touch that dial, there's more to come!