I own nothing to do with PotC including Barbossa or Jack Sparrow. I wrote this one day because I was so sick of reading stories about girls who were wholly remarkable coughmarysuescough. Just a little bit of fun.
She worked in a school, dark hair dark eyes, wholly unremarkable except for the fact that she could read. While having no complete education, she could read and, as such the folks of Port Royale decided that she was fit to teach their children. Of course, only the poorer children, the others would have a far more qualified teacher.
She was wholly unremarkable. Raised by a wholly unremarkable couple, in the middle of 4 wholly unremarkable siblings, except for the fact that they weren't actually hers, well, not by blood. While her blood was wholly unremarkable to her, others found it more interesting, particularly to those who knew who her blood connected her to.
One Jack Sparrow, currently writhing away in a giant squid somewhere. We hope.
Jane, the wholly unremarkable teacher of the somewhat less fortunate children of Port Royale, was sitting in her room, writing, correcting and thinking. The one man who knew of her connection to One Jack Sparrow, leaving a creepy little island with a small crew and naught but an idea as to save the One Jack Sparrow, was intent on discovering her whereabouts. His crew was intent on discovering their One Jack Sparrow, and hopefully not dying in the process.
Jane was finishing her day in the school room, cleaning off chalk boards, sweeping the floor and just about to douse the light when a shadow crossed her path – a broad shouldered, dress wearing shadow with a bun, a wholly unremarkable shadow – her own. She had startled herself with her own shadow. She smiled and looked up; to be greeted with the vision of yellowed teeth, scars and the worst smell she had the luck to smell.
"Hello, my dear." Sleazed the voice belonging to the smell.
"Good day, er, Sir, the school is closed, so if you wish to enrol your child, you may do so in the morning." She replied beginning to pick at her nails, a sure sign of a nervous habit if ever there was one.
"No, my dear Miss Sparrow, I haven't come here for my children…"
"Sir, you must have me mistaken, my name is Jane Abraham, I teach here." She replied becoming desensitised to the smell, and stifling the overwhelming urge to run home and scrub herself raw.
"No, my dear, you are a Sparrow, daughter of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow-"
She interrupted; "I am well aware who I am related to Mr….,"trailing off when she realised she didn't know his name.
"Captain Barbossa" He said emphasising the Captain, at least now he knew how Sparrow Sr. had felt.
"-Barbossa, but my name remains, both legally and in kinship, Jane Abraham." She turned her back to him – one of the dumbest things to do, but then again she was wholly unremarkable in both aesthetics and intelligence.
"Of course, my apologies," He replied. And left. And that's the way it remained. No one ever learnt of the remarkable kinship of unremarkable Jane Abraham. No kidnap attempts, no unrequited lust or love, no angsty reunions with One Jack Sparrow. The story of unremarkable Jane Abraham was finished. Forever. At least according to One Captain Barbossa.
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