My POV:

Steven and the girls were joking around and picking on each other when I thought I heard someone coming down the stairs. Keeping an eye on the doorway I saw the shadow of someone but I was distracted by something Steve had said to Haley about how she was going to have to wear shoe boxes for shoes by the time she reaches high school. The next thing I knew I heard someone storming up the stairs and slamming door shut.

Steve heard it too and gave me a concerned look and nudged his head for me to go on upstairs, " Hey girls about the three of us go for a drive" he asked the girls who both became ecstatic over the idea of going to a rind in Uncle Steve's classic cherry red Ford Convertible.

I don't know what I would do if he hadn't agreed to help me out with with the girls. Even though he had his own apartment in Oswego it almost felt like he spent more time here than at his own place. Once he, Haley and Angel had walked out the door I went over to my liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of rum and two whiskey glasses and headed up to the guest bedroom. Knocking on the door I heard a male voice tell me I could enter, "Would you care to join me for a drink? I've got Rum!" I called out holding out the bottle of Golden liquid in front of me.

"Ahh, now that something I can identify!" he called out with a sigh of relief "Come, come don't keep a wounded man waiting." he spoke up.

Shaking my head slightly I chuckled "I had a feeling you would" I replied "I heard you coming down stairs. Why didn't you come in to the kitchen and join the rest of us?" I asked getting right to the point.

I saw him look away from me "I...I didn't think it would be right fer me to..um.. come an have ye husband get the wrong idea" he tried to explain to me sounding slightly embarrassed about something.

At first I didn't know what he was talking about until it hit me 'he thinks that Steve and I are...' I thought to myself. Busting out into a small fit of laughter "Oh I am soo sorry. I completely for got to tell you. That man down there is not my husband nor are we seeing each other. He's my best friend from child hood." I began to explain. As I walked over to the dresser I set down the two glasses and poured a generous amount of Rum into each, "You see I'm a single working mother and my friend Steve, he was the one you heard. Has been helping me raise my two daughters considering..."My voice trailed off slightly.

I heard him walk over and pick up one of the glasses and drink down the rum I had given him, "Ahh, Thanks ye don't know how much I needed that drink" he replied setting the glass down so I could refill it for him.

Picking up my glass I drank down all of my rum I looked up into his dark brown eyes "My eldest girl was born when I was only 18 and still in school. Her father dumped me as soon as he found out about the pregnancy leaving me to raise a child on my own and still finish school. My youngest was born after the man that I had fallen in love with betrayed me in the worst way possible. I thought that he would make a wonderful father for both my eldest daughter and the baby I was carrying but I guess it wasn't meant to be...You see shortly after he found out that I was pregnant he turned on me. The once loving and generous man changed all because he said it was my fault that I got knocked up!" I explained holding back the mixture of anger and sadness that was once again building up with in me.

"If I were around, I would have killed that son-of-a-bitch! No man has a right to be treatin any woman that way" he growled then picked up the second glass of rum and downed it in one go.

"He's still out there somewhere! Ever since the baby was born he's been threatening to take her away from me and kill both me and my eldest daughter slowly." I spoke under my breath.

Setting the glass down, "I'm truly sorry" he spoke softly as he picked up the bottle of rum and refilled my glass then filled his own " I know 'ow hard it be raisin' children on yer own. Me father ran out on me Mum when I was a we lad. She nearly killed 'erself doin' what ever work be available just so that I could eat at least one small meal a day...Look wither ye believe me or not its up to ye" he spoke quietly to me.

Picking up my glass I downed it, "Ahh, well there's just one thing about that."I began. I watched as his picked up his glass " My last name is Norrington and my friend's last name is Turner!" I said causing him to spray the wall with the rum that he had in his mouth. I began patting his back to help stop his choking "You see Mr. Sparrow... The problem is not that I don't believe you on who you say you are, but its a matter of if the rest of the world would believe you!" I explained.

Once he was able to breath freely, "Ye mean, yer related to...and he's related to..." he was dumbfounded.

I couldn't help but to laugh "How about we go down stairs and I'll fill you in on the changes the world has been through since the early 1700's. " I chuckled picking up the bottle of rum the two glasses and the dishes I had brought up earlier "There's a lot to go over so its best if we get started right away" I explained leading him down to the kitchen.

After I placed the two glasses into the kitchen sink, I locked the bottle of Rum back into the cabinet I had brought it out of. Looking back I could see him looking around with wide eyes full of wonder and excitement at each thing we passed by. It took me about 20 minutes to travel a distance that normally would take 30 seconds as I led him to my office "See those large books over there, Jack" I asked pointing over to rows of old encyclopedias. Jack nodded so I continued "well one of those books over there has a time line of every important thing that has happened to mankind...we can start there and anything you want to know more about or have a question on just show me or ask me about it and I'll help you out." I explained handing him over a large book that was about a foot and a half tall and wide and about three inches thick.

He gave me that annoyed look that Johnny Depp gave Orlando Bloom in the first movie as he was being broke out of jail, "Ye expect me ta read all of this?" he questioned me sounding just as annoyed as he looked.

I couldn't help but to chuckle softly to myself at first, " You can read can't you?" I asked right off but I only received an ' Oh of the love of God ' as he looked up towards the ceiling, "I'll take that as a yes. Now I will show you to where your time period begins and we can go as fast or as slow as you want. You'll only have to read three chapters, Jack." Flipping open the book to the 1700's and handed it over "You can have a seat over in that chair over there if you wish but I need for you to be extremely quiet in here while I work over here alright!" I pointed over to an over stuffed chair that sat in the corner of my office.

Flipping on my computer monitor I looked over and saw Jack leaning back in my reading chair with his left leg crossed over his right so that his ankle was resting upon his knee. His face was serious and he stroked his twin braids that were hanging from his chin as he read. But I had a deadline for the computer graphics company I worked for and needed to finish checking over a 30 second clip for a movie that Walt Disney was currently working on and it is rumored to have a release date of some time around May 2007 (...Gee I wonder what movie that could be?...) and this was the last section of movie I was personally asked to work on.

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Jack's POV:

I couldn't believe the nerve of that woman "Its only three chapter, Jack...Only three chapters " Three chapters my fucking ass! She could have mentioned that one chapter alone was about 30 pages long. I read and read and read and read for three blood hours I read that blasted book and was only about to read about half of the first chapter. Looking up from the book I Rebecca sitting behind a giant desk with two more of those boxes that were like the one in my room but white as she made a strange clicking noise with both of her hands at one moment and then moved her right hand about making a strange looking arrow move about in one of the boxes.

"What be that yer doing?" I asked in a hushed voice. I know she asked me to stay quiet I couldn't hold back the question any longer.

Turning around in her seat I watched her ark her back as she stretched, "Well I make drawings move and then I'll send it to the people I work for" she explained to me as she waved me over to get a better look at what she was talking about.

Looking at the box I saw a the outlines of what I took to be a group of people aboard a ship that almost looked as if it was in some kind of sea battle. But it wasn't long enough for me to see what was truly going on, "That's wonderful lov" I replied not knowing what else to say about it "But I was wondering if ye would be so Kind as to tell me more about this family of yer? Ye say yer family's last names Norrington and that friend is a Turner" I exclaimed raising an eyebrow.

"Alright, just let me finish up here and I'll be right with you in a moment" she replied turning back to her desk. I watched as she clicked away at the long thin rectangle with all of the letters and numbers on it and with in a few seconds she turned all the way around " Its almost lunch time, how about we head back into the kitchen and I'll start working on lunch for us all while I tell you as much as I can" she explained.

Stepping back I moved out of the way so she could get up, "Aye, I'd like to meet these two whelps of yers some time" when all of the sudden a look of alarm came about her face "Did I say somethin wrong Lov?" I asked quickly.

She shook her head slightly then smiled weekly " No...It's just that they don't know about the history that is behind Steve and I names...you see a long time ago a man called Walt Disney had written both of our families asking about some questions about something that happened between our families around the 1720's in a town called Port Royal! Then many many years later the company he founded created a movie that strangely resembled a tale our grandparents had been telling young children for generations. That's not all Jack, the names in the movie are identical as well... all except for one. In the movie their was a Pirate that looks just like you and even shared the same name as you also from what I can see acts allot like you as well. Nether my friend or I were ever told of the identity of the pirate that brought our families together." She explained to me.

"That's all very interesting Lov...but whats a Movie?" I asked innocently.

I don't know what was so funny but as soon as I asked that simple question she just burst out into a fit of laughter and slapped me on the back " Just keep reading that book that is in your hands and you'll find out" she replied with a smile.