Sorry It has been so long since I updated this story!

Thanks to thoes who have R&R so far. I hop you like these next 2 chapters

Authors Note: I don't own a thing in this stroy.

My POV

I was confused to say the least about who this man truly was. He look just like Johnny Depp's character in the movie but so much more realistic. I mean for an example, Mr..Depp wore a wig in the movie, I saw it coming off in the blooper reel as he tried to hand "Miss Swann" over to one of the Brits. But, this man had on no wig and honestly does not look like it has even had a decent brushing or even a trim in a very long time. One other thing that was causing me to believe that this man was not pretending was by the shear volume of the terror that I saw in his eyes after the sound of his screams woke me.

It was some time after I had talked with him for the first time that I heard him screaming for dear life. I was the first to reach his room, thankfully both of my girls are heavy sleepers and hadn't woken up. When I opened the door I saw him sitting up in his bed with his knees pulled up against his chest, drenched in a cold sweet with his eye opened wide in terror. Being a mother I did the first thing that came naturally to me; I ran to his bedside and wrapped my arms protectively around him "Shh, Its all right! It was just a dream, it was just a dream" I crooned. I was trying not to mother him but I knew that he needed something to calm down.

Once he had recovered from the nightmare that he just had, I helped him settle back down in the bed. Walking out of the room, I stepped into the privet bathroom that was attached to the guest room and fetched a cool cloth for him. Excepting the cloth, he ran it over him whipping off the sweet from his head, neck and chest. I couldn't help but to see just how tanned his skin was. From the bronze coloring he had ether pain a lot of money for a tanning bed or he spent most of his life out in the sun. From the salty smell embedded in his clothing It felt as if this man was telling me the truth about who he was or had gone to extreme lengths to pull this scam off I still wasn't sure.

I knew that there was no use in going back to sleep since the sun was already beginning to rise. Once I knew that he was going to be alright, I walked down down the staircase and made my way into the kitchen to fix myself some herbal tea. Sitting down at the kitchen table I was deep in thought when I felt a gentle hand being placed onto my shoulder, "Steve..Don't sneak up on me like that" I gasped seeing my old friend walking over to the pantry to fix himself a cup of instant coffee.

"So how, your guest?" he asked in a low voice.

I took in a deep and ragged breath "He had a nightmare but I think he'll be just fine" I replied before taking a small sip of the hot liquid with in my mug. Looking up I saw Steve take his normal seat across from me "You'll never believe what he said his name is" I replied "He said that actual name is Jack Sparrow! Can you believe that?"

Steve shook his head, "Man" he snorted in amusement "He can certainly pass for him with the way he looks" he replied. Then a concerned look came about his face "You don't think he is some kind of Con man do you? You never know what kind of lengths they would go to you know" he asked

Shaking my head slightly "That's what I thought first, Steve...But" I began to say

"But what Beck? Come what is it? You know you can talk with me on this" he replied reaching over with one hand and placed it onto one of mine.

Looking up with troubled eyes "You know I studied Psychology for a time right" I asked. Steve nodded a silent yes "The things he was calling out in that scream and the terror that I saw in his eyes all have me thinking that he truly is who he says he is!" I spoke up.

"Are you sure?" he asked me "I mean if Jack Sparrow was..Is...Real! Then how did the people responsible for making the Ride? The movie? How did they know how to make Johnny Depp look like him?" he asked bewildered.

Taking a sip of my tea, I thought about what my friend was saying. It was puzzling question at that, " I know" I muttered under my breath "You know this conversation is almost exactly like the one we had when Pirates of the Caribbean first came out" I snorted softly.

He knew what I was referring to "Ya," he chuckled softly "Who would have known that a Blacksmith named William Turner and a Governor's daughter from Spanish Town, Jamaica named Elizabeth Swann actually existed?" He pointed out.

"Or a former British Commodore of the Royal Navy named James Norrington for that matter!" I added "But who would have known that my great uncle turned out to be so good looking" I laughed.

Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head "Oh give me a brake, Beck. I've seen how drool over Johnny!" he teased" But I for one would have to admit that my great grandmother was HOT"

Just as I had finished my cup of tea, "Mommy, did Jack wake up yet?" Angel asked as she walked into the kitchen pulling out her chair and climbing up into her spot at the table.

Standing up I walked over and pushed her chair closer to the table, "Yes honey, I was just going to make him some breakfast, would you like some too?" I asked giving her a peck onto the top of her head.

She looked up and smiled, "Yes please, can I have cereal?" she asked happily.

Walking over to the pantry to fix my youngest daughter with her bowl of cereal I got thinking about the conversation that Steve and I were just having. Ever since we were little Kids, Our grandmothers would get together every Sunday and talk about our ancestors; Steve's Grandmother would always talk about how there( how ever many great's it is to date back to around 1720 AD) when their grand parents discovered their love for one another. Along with how jealous my (how ever many great's) Uncle James Norrington was. Growing up we loved to listen to the tales our grand parents told us about the Pirates and the Royal Navy being at each others neck and about how this one Pirate (whom we were never told of what his name was) helped Steve's grandfather go out and save his grandmother after she was kidnapped by his former first mate. You wouldn't believe how shocked Steve and I were when we heard that this was actually going to be the story line for a new movie that Disney was making called Pirates of the Caribbean.

Bringing Angel over her bowl of KIX cereal I was reminded of the agreement that Steve and I came up with because of the controversy that Movie had brought over both our family's. With our family's names being used as the characters of the popular movie We both decided that it would be best if we never spoke of our family's true identity until we felt that they were old enough to understand. Only then we would show them the rock solid proof that we had to prove we are actually related them.

Each of our family's had their family trees written down in an old bible that was at least a couple hundred years old. but as the years went by and the conditions of the books grew more and more delicate it was only brought out to record the births or deaths of our family members. Steve and I had taken our family bibles to a place that specialized in restoration old antiques and had both of our family trees restored and placed onto disks so that we could look them over when ever we wished. The most shocking thing that we in countered were the initials C.J.S. with a drawing of a sparrow flying across the sun with waves of water at the bottom sketched underneath. It was written off to the sides of the page next to the names of William Turner and Elizabeth Swann in Steve's and James Norrington in mine. Every time we would ask about who that person was No one would answer us. It was like our family's had decided to keep that's persons true identity a well kept family secret.

Walking into the wash room that was just off of the kitchen I went over to the dryer and opened it up. After Steve had been so kind as to strip off the the clothing from the man I had saved. I spent most of the afternoon, while Steve fed the girls and took them out for the afternoon so that the house would be quiet, patching up any holes or tares he had. Going by the looks and smell of the clothing I decided to washed the clothing of the delicate cycles because I didn't know of how the fabric would hold up. Folding up the knee length pants, white shirt, long gray vest and worn over coat I carried them out into the kitchen picked up the try of hot tea and buttered toast was on. and carried them up to the guest room. I placed the tea and toast onto the night stand and his clothing on the near by chair before walking quietly out of the room to go and wake Haley up.

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Jack's POV:

I don't remember what it was that I dreamed about during the night that scared the shit out of me. I have been through and seen so many horrific things in my life that they all seam to have blended together. The first thing I remember after waking in a cold sweet is the angelic sound of the voice I heard after I was pulled from the water. Though when I opened my eyes I saw the young woman that had visited me during the night. There was a gentle and calming look about her as I slowly recovered from the fright the dream gave me. I gave her a silent nod and watched her get up from where she sat on the edge of my bed and walked over to a door on the wall across from my bed and turned on a light some how. I could hear the sound of running water for a moment and then saw her put out the light and walk back out of the small hidden room with a damp cloth in hand.

She told me that it would help me relax and so having no reason not to trust her I excepted it and began to wipe the sweat from my body. Although I did have to admit that the look I saw in here eyes when I snuck a glance at her was not at all surprising, " Ah, I wonder how much longer I could keep this up? She's obviously enjoying what she sees" I thought to myself as I fought to keep the devilish smirk off from my face. But as soon as I handed the cloth back to her she bid me a good night and quickly left the room but not before I could see the slight hint of redness growing in her cheeks.

Laying in the soft bed, I closed my eyes and allowed my thoughts to drift back to Will, Elizabeth and last remnants of my crew during the kraken's attack upon my beloved Black Pearl. For the rest of the night I laid awake staring out the window of my room thinking back as far as my memories would let me. Time escaped me and before I knew it the sky was beginning to brighten with the per dawn light that grew into what looked like the makings of a beautiful morning. I was surprised to hear the sounds of a small pair of feet padding their way down the hallway just out side my door and make there way down a set of stairs. I closed my eyes painfully "Damn! I should have know that the child's voice I heard the day before was hers. Fuck that also means that she's married " I cursed to myself. I couldn't help but to think of how big of a fool I was to think that she would have lain with a man that washed up on her beach from out of no where.

I was in the middle of cursing myself out for the thoughts that I had been having about her on and off during the night when I heard the door to my room open up slowly. Closing my eyes I made it look as if I was still asleep as I heard and smelt someone walking over to the side of my bed, place something onto the bed stand and then walk over to the chair that the young woman had pulled over to my bed side and place something on to that as well before quietly walking out of the room and down the hall in the opposite direction they came.

Opening my eyes I sat up and saw a steaming cup of tea and a few pieces of toast and the looked over to the chair and saw my clothes folded neatly in a pile. I had never been one for drinking tea but I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten anything and I needed something in me. Taking a small sip of the hot liquid the taste of the tea was actually quite pleasant, "There be something in here" I thought aloud as I tried to place the funny but familiar taste behind the tea. After I had some food in me I slowly swung my feet around to the edge of my bed and reached over for my pants. I was surprised to see that the young lady had actually took the time to fix them up and wash them for me "I'll be damned" I chuckled as I looked over the rest of my clothing and saw how she had repaired so they looked almost like new.

Dressing in only my pants and white shirt, I carefully walked around my room looking over all of these strange looking items that seamed to be everywhere. I even walked into the hidden room that I heard the running water coming from and discovered that it looked just like a bathroom: there was a bathtub, a funny looking seat that had a lid covering a bowl like thing with a silver handle and a basin attached to the top of a small cabinet. stepping back out into the bedroom I walked over to the door that I had seen the young woman coming and going out of and opened it slowly.

Peaking my head out into the hallway I looked to my left and saw that there were three other doors that most likely led into rooms such as this one. To my right there was a stair case that led down to the ground floor, "Well looks as if I go this way" I muttered as I slowly stepped out into the hallway and crept silently to the stairs. Peeking down I couldn't see anyone below but I did hear the muffled sound of many voices. Slowly and silently I made my way down the stairs and when I reached the bottom I saw a large room that looked like a large family spent most of their time in and led off into several other rooms.

Fallowing the sounds of voices I came across a doorway that led into a large kitchen. But before I could look around in there I heard the sound of a man's voice speaking two what sounded like two young girls and then the sound of the young woman's voice. That was more than I could bare to hear, quickly I turned around and made my way back up the stairs and back into my bedroom. I didn't care if I could be heard or not I only wanted to get away from there.