The captain's cabin was dark with the light of one lantern glowing above the desk. It looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in months with all of the dirty clothing that was strung out ever where and the sounds of empty bottles clinking as the ships swayed slightly from side to side. The two made there way over to the desk, the captain pulled over a chair for the young woman to sit before taking his place behind the desk.

"I told ye that I'd come back fer ye!" he said reaching for a bottle of rum he had been drinking from. Pulling the cork from the bottle he passed it over to the young woman, "The years 'ave been kind to ye...I'm sorry that it took me so long ta get ye.. Ye see I've run inta a bit of a tight spot 'ere Love" he began to explain.

Taking hold of the bottle of rum, "What else would ye be in? Who's afta ye now, Jack?" she asked taking a large swig of the golden liquid before she handed the bottle back.

"Its Captain..Captain Jack Sparrow!" he corrected her. Taking a long drink of rum, "Norringtion! it seams ta me that since he became Admiral he's been scouring the Caribbean arresting every buccaneer and scallywag that crosses his path. I gotten word the he has planned a high timed and fancy ta do in Port Royal ta celebrate a mass hanging of pirates" Jack explained.

The young woman nodded, "I see and why would ye be concerned with ole' Norrie?" she asked sarcastically.

Sparrow slammed the bottle of rum down onto his desk, "Because that son-of -a-bitch killed me mate in cold blood and said it be self-defense!" he spat bitterly. Putting the cork back into the bottle "'E killed Will love! That lad out there be 'is and Elizabeth's only son. Ye remember the night she passed don't ye?" he asked the young woman.

"Aye, I remember that night. She'd been I'll fer days with the fever and ye 'ad me keep the boy busy until we could reach Port Royal so we could get 'er 'elp." The young woman re-called sadly. Looking back at the door of the cabin " He was no more than five I think"

"Aye, ye were still a child ye-self then" Sparrow pointed out teasing the young woman slightly.

"I were fourteen years old!" she replied defending herself.

"Aye, but till one be at least seventeen there still a kid in my eyes, Love" he stated " Anyway... after we learned that "Commodore" Norrington be afta us and we dropped ye off at a safe harbor a lot happened love. Elizabeth passed on, mostly because of our inability ta dock in Port Royal..Of coarse Will took it personally and blamed Norrie fer her death. After we buried 'er on an island, we went afta Norrington so Will could kill the man who cost him his wife. We set a trap fer the bastard but he was one step a head of us and sprang a trap on us. I was shot up pretty bad and Will confronted Norrington and they fought till the death. Right when Will had him beat, Norrington pulled out his pistol and shot me mate in the heart. Me crew and I took and buried Will on the same Island as Elizabeth so they could finally be together." Sparrow had to stop talking for a moment ta wipe away the tears that had started to make their way down his cheek.

The young woman stood up and walked over next to the Captain, " I'm sorry Jack...I knew how much ye cared fer ye friends." she spoke softly as she placed a hand gently onto his shoulder.

Sparrow looked down at his hands "I never thought that I'd be the one ta tell a young child that he'd never see his Mother or Father again. He took it hard, I kept the lad in this cabin and when we reached Port Royal I took him a shore on me own. With tears in me eyes, I knocked on ta Governor Swann's door. I didn't care what happened ta me at that time, all I knew was that he be that lads only family. I simply told the Governor that Will and Elizabeth were lost during a hurricane and I was only able ta save their only son. He cursed me ta first saying that if it weren't fer me his daughter would be alive but afta much yelling and carrying on he granted me a safe return to me ship and his thanks fer bringing the lad ta him."

The young woman just stood there in silence for a long time, she knew who hard it was for Jack to open himself up like this. Bending down she placed her lips softly onto his cheek, "I'll 'elp ye in what ever way I can Jack! I learned a lot while I awaited for yer return. I'll 'ask Gibbs ta show me to a cabin, ye look like ye need ta be alone" she said turning to walk towards the door of the cabin.

Reaching out quickly "No...don't leave. Ye can stay 'ere." Sparrow called out suddenly. Getting up from his chair, he quickly wiped his eyes on the back of his sleeve, "Look, I won't go and try any thin' funny with ye..I just..." he tried to explain to the young woman.

With a slight nod and a soft smile, the young woman walked over to Sparrow and wrapped her arms around his waist. Placing her head onto his chest, "I'll stay 'ere, I won't leave ye Jack. I gave ye me word twelve years ago that I would never betray ye, and I haven' broken it yet!" she spoke up finally.

Sparrow raised an eyebrow, "Aye...Though the thought of haven ye fer me-self be tempting...I still can't stop think-in of ye as the scrawny whelp I saved all those years ago!" he admitted in all honestly. Reluctantly pushing himself away from the young woman, "Ye can take the bed, I'll sleep in me chair" he replied turning away from her.

She could see the frustration welling up within his eyes, "Aye, night Jack. I'll see ye at first light." she replied walking over to his bed. Only taking off her sword belt, boots and brown vest; the young woman slid into bed dressed in her brown slacks and white cotton shirt.

Sparrow sat down into his desk chair placed his feet up onto the top of his desk. Tipping the front of his hat down over his eyes he fell asleep fully dressed. Life with out two of his dearest friends was harder on him than those ten years with out his beloved Black Pearl. Just as life looked as if it couldn't be any harder upon him, two young faces from his past were back. Although they had both grown up a great deal, he still could see the smiling faces of the two kids that he had grown so fond of.