Magenta Hawk squealed as Jack tickled her sides, knowing her weak spot. He had her trapped and was showing no mercy.

"Jack! Please stop, I'll do anything please!" She gasped.

"Not until you say it!" he replied laughing, then with more force, "Say it!"

"You will be the most famous Pirate in the whole world!" She yelled. He released her from his grasp and she slid to the floor in an unladylike heap.

They were still laughing when Magentas father put his head around the door.

"Ah, master Sparrow, I see you have been entertaining my daughter once again?" He inquired.

"Yes sir, I was." He replied.

"Well young man, it seems time has run away, and it is now time for us to leave," As he turned his attention to his daughter, still lying in a heap on the floor, he gasped, "Magenta! That is no way to sit in front of company, and a young girl of 11 should know better." He scolded. In their fight, Magenta's hair had come out and fell around the tops of her shoulders in an unruly mass of soft, blood red curls.

"But, Jack started it! And he's only one year older than me!" She exclaimed indignantly.

Her father just laughed, "Come my child, its time to go, say goodbye to your friend."

"Bye bye Jack, I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled at Jack, knowing full well what he was going to say.

"Captain Jack to you missy." He reprimanded. She just laughed, he wanted to be the most famous Captain of the seas, and she didn't doubt he would try. She wanted to be a pirate as well, but she was content for now.

"Sorry Captain." She replied before running out, looking for her daddy.

She and Jack had been friends practically since they had been born and their dads were friend's way before that. They always joked as how they suited each other perfectly and would probably get married, but Jack just shrugged it off. She, on the other hand, didn't mind the notion. He would always be her friend. But she secretly had a crush on him. However, hell would freeze over before she told anyone that.

The Sparrows weren't the richest family around, but they got by, just like the Hawks.

"I hope you said goodbye properly Magenta." Her dad asked in a serious tone, she didn't like that tone, it meant something bad was about to happen.

"Of course father, why?" She faced him and looked up with her huge sea blue eyes, so honest and innocent.

"Well, you know since your mother died, money hasn't exactly been growing on trees, I've decided that it would be best if we moved, maybe to France, there are jobs there and I can make a better lifestyle for both of us." He looked extremely guilty and nervous. Her mum died when she was five years of age, and her father hadn't been the same since.

"L-leave? But why? Have I done something wrong?" She was close to tears, her whole little life was here in England, her up bringing and Jack.

"No sweetie, of course not, but I believe that life in France would be easier on the both of us." He was giving excuses, but at the age of 11, she didn't know that.

"Oh. Alright daddy, if it'll be better." She replied in her soft voice.

"We leave on a ship tomorrow morning." Her face visibly brightened at this.

"A ship? Oh wow, wait till I tell Jack! He'll be so jealous." She laughed.

"Darling, he's gone to bed, I'm sure you'll see him in a year or two, but Mr. Sparrow is going to tell him everything." He apologized.

After they said their goodbyes, the Hawk's walked down the street, hand in hand. Little Magenta didn't understand why her daddy was taking away the only home she knew, and all her memories. But if he wanted this, then she couldn't prevent it, no matter how much it pained her to oblige. Her only hope was that Jack wouldn't forget her… or his dreams.