"Will clearly found it necessary to teach you a thing or two about his trade," Jack noticed, faltering under his daughter's hateful glare.
"His name does not deserve to pass your lips," Sarah spat, applying more force to the blade against his neck. "He was a good man. You are filth."
As he felt blood begin to trickle down his neck, Captain Jack Sparrow no longer doubted his daughter's ability to kill him where he stood. It was with that trickle of blood that he did what he never could have imagined he'd do.
Jack Sparrow drew his sword against his child.
