The Troubadour had sailed on for a couple weeks on its way toward Madagascar. Little Jack had spent the whole trip below decks as Teague hadn't allowed Jack up on the main deck with him and the rest of the crew. Although Jack never questioned it knowing no better for a kid his age, it was known in the crew that Teague feared Jack would get into things or fall off the ship. He still always liked to look out at the sea from one of the portholes and fantasize about being behind the wheel of his own ship and feeling the wind and the spray of the sea in his face. Something about that gave him a feeling he could never exactly put into words.

Meanwhile up on deck, Teague was barking orders at his crew. He then stopped in his tracks as he took notice of another ship coming from afar. He went up to the railing and took out his spyglass. Teague could make out the men running up and down the deck. The spyglass then made its way up the mainmast to the top.

A Royal Navy flag! Teague snapped the spyglass shut and turned to his crew.

"All hands! The Royal Navy is on the horizon. Steady course to the opposite direction!" Captain Teague commanded.

"Aye, Cap'n!" The crew all scurried across the ship as Teague went up to the helm, took the wheel and spun it around.

After a while, a port city was in sight. From below, Jack had watched the island grow closer and closer through the porthole. The ship officially docked and Jack watched as some of the crew walked off the gangplank and into the town to pick up more supplies. The hatch swung open and Jack turned in a startle. Teague came down the stairs and knelt down to Jack's eye level.

"You know what to do, Jackie," Teague said motioning up toward the deck. Jack's eyes lit up knowing he'll finally get to help his father.

Teague picked up the young boy and brought him out to the deck. Teague quietly rushed down the gangplank and to the dock with the boy laying in his arms limply. The dock master quickly spotted Teague as he ran past him.

"Hey, You!" the dock master called out running after him. "Stop right there!"

"Sorry, sir. I do—" Teague apologized rushing down the dock with the boy still in his arms.

"You know it is five shillings to dock your ship here," the dock master demanded as he caught up with Teague and stepped in front of him.

"Can you see my boy here is very sick? He's not going to live much longer if he doesn't get the help he needs," Little Jack let out a little cough and Teague looked up with sadness in his eyes.

"Oh, my apologies, sir," the dock master relented. "Take care of your child."

Teague thanked the man and made his way off the dock into the town. Once he was sure he was out of sight from the dock master, he put Jack down back onto his feet.

"Did I do good, da'?" Jack asked.

Teague huffed in response. He took Jack's hand and went off to catch up with the group going out to get supplies.

Young Jack sat on a large crate as he watched some of the crew load supplies onto the Troubadour. He was instructed to stay put on the crate and Teague threatened severe consequences if Jack even moved a foot.

Jack also watched other ships come in and out of the port. One particular ship coming in looked familiar to him but he couldn't put a finger on it. The ship docked quite a ways away down the dock. Squinting his eyes, Jack can barely make out what the men were wearing. He noticed that their clothes looked much nicer than what he is used to seeing, and they all were wearing red. He watched as the men quickly departed the ship and dispersed.

Jack looked back at the Troubadour, focusing on all the details in the lines and the ropes spiraling up the mast. Most kids his age didn't normally know how to read very well if at all, in fact many grown adults where he's from weren't very literate, but with having a ton of time on his hands, especially when he was on Teague's ship, he taught himself how to read and write. He enjoyed going through the selves in the Captain's cabin and reading all the books about the workings of a ship and how a crew operated. Even before he could read, he liked to look at all the pictures in them.

Jack shook himself from his thoughts and gazed back over to the town. His gaze detected a man in red, just like the others he saw in before. He appeared to be an officer of some sort. The man stuck out like a sore thumb against the town and he just stood there smiling at Jack. He didn't know if the man was smiling at him or at someone or something nearby. He looked around to make sure and he gave a weak smile back at the man before drifting his eyes to another part of the town and back at his ship. Teague was nowhere to be seen in the ship or the dock.

By curiosity, Jack looked back at the town and the red coated man was still there smiling. This time, he gave a little wave and Jack shyly waved back. The man started to gesture as if he wanted Jack to come to him.

Jack knew he was forbidden to move from the crate but the man was persistent. Jack looked around the dock and the ship again to make sure Teague wasn't present. He then hopped off the crate landing on the wood with a little thud and walked down the dock toward the town. Jack spotted the man still smiling at him and walked up to him. The man took off his hat and knelt down on one knee to Jack's eye level.

"Hello there," the man greeted, the smile never leaving his face. His voice sounded otherwise. Almost nastily or snobbish, although he tried to sound nice.

"Hi."

"May I ask, what is your name?"

A feeling that something was wrong—a feeling of dread came upon Jack. Something didn't feel right about this man, but he felt like he couldn't turn back now.

"J-Jack," Jack replied, not looking at the man in the eye.

"How old are you?" the man asked.

Jack didn't say anything but he held up three fingers.

"Jackie!" another voice boomed above Jack. His eyes grew wide. He held his breath and looked up. Teague was looming over Jack. The anger in his eyes was hidden under the shadow of his bicorne.

"What did I tell you about talking to strangers, boy?" Although he was upset with Jack, Teague's voice sounded more disappointed than angry.

Jack peeped out a quick "Sorry!" and shrunk back behind Teague. Before they knew it, they were surrounded by dozens of navy men with their guns cocked. The man, who is the admiral, was already back up on his feet and a smirk on his face.

"Fancy seeing you here, Captain Teague," the admiral sneered. Teague didn't say anything. He just gave the admiral a cold look.

"Teague!" Teague heard another voice behind him. It was his old friend Joshamee Gibbs! Although he was a sailor in the Royal Navy, he was always very lenient to pirates.

"Joshamee!" Teague quickly turned to the admiral. "Excuse me for a moment," Teague stepped back and drew his attention to Joshamee.

"It's been too long, Teague!" Joshamee exclaimed. "How've you been?"

"Couldn't be much better," Teague responded flatly.

Teague took Jack, who was hiding behind his coat, by the arm and pulled him to the front. "Jackie, you remember Joshamee, don't ya?"

Jack looked up at Joshamee in confusion.

"I don't know," Jack answered. He felt Teague's hand squeezed his arm tightly. He probably didn't say the right thing.

"Umm...you look different," Jack then felt a slap upside the head.

"Jackie! He's a family friend!" Teague scolded.

"So?"

"My apologies, Joshamee," Teague apologized. "Assuming what I think is going to happen is going to happen," Teague looked down at Jack worriedly and back to Joshamee with a stern look on his face. "I don't want the boy to be a part of this. In some how or some way, bring Jackie back to Shipwreck Cove immediately."

"Aye, Cap'n," Joshamee responded. "I'll bring the boy back home somehow. Come on, Jack," He turned to Jack with a hand out. Jack took his hand and they both walked away, with Jack occasionally looking back at his father.

Teague then turned back to the admiral.

"I knew luring your child here would summon you," the admiral declared smugly.

"He is not my child," Teague said in a stern voice as he furrowed his brow. It pained him having those words come out of his mouth. "He's the cabin boy."

"Oh? Well he looks awfully young to be a cabin boy," the admiral scoffed, raising one eyebrow.

"You didn't let me finish. He's a cabin boy in training."

"Well, I hope that welp of yours decides to choose the right path and never follow in your footsteps,"

"You can do what you want with me and my crew, but let me tell you. Never, and I mean NEVER lay a single hand on that boy EVER. Savvy?" Teague growled.

The admiral turned Teague around and cuffed his wrists in shackles. He grabbed Teague by the arm and turned to the rest of the naval crew.

"Men, go to the pirate's ship and take the rest of the crew too," the admiral commanded.

"I very much look forward to your hanging...pirate!" the admiral last said before escorting Teague to the naval ship to throw him in the brig.

It has been several days, or weeks since Jack was brought back to Shipwreck City. Everyday, young Jack would look out the window of the living area to watch ships coming through Devil's Throat, the cave ships must come through to enter Shipwreck Cove that reportedly claims several vessels each year. There had yet to be any sign of his father. He hated being stuck with Grandmama and the rest of his family alone.

Jack sat at the porthole window half asleep. His eyes shot open when the next ship came through the cave. The Troubadour?! As it came closer, he was able to confirm it was indeed Teague.

Jack jumped up from the window and excitedly ran down the stairs and down the streets of the city, eventually making it to the bottom of the mountain of ship hulks and to their usual dock just in time for the Troubadour to barely arrive. Once the ship was tied to the dock, the gangplank lowered and all of Teague's crew departed the ship. Every single one of them looked exhausted and their clothes all were shuffled out of place even more than they usually are. Captain Teague was the last to walk down the gangplank, and like the rest of his crew, he looked pretty bad off himself, in fact even worse. It's as if he had been through hell and back.

Teague spotted Jack running toward him and he knelt down onto his knees.

"Da'!" Jack ran and embraced Teague.

Instead of hugging back or saying anything, not even a "How have you been?" or "I've missed you!", Teague didn't do anything. Jack let go of his embrace and stared at Teague, expecting him to say something. Teague gently put his hand on the boy's face and looked at him in the eye.

"No. No 'dad'. It's Teague."

Jack's face fell and the happiness in his eyes dulled into a look of disappointment. Teague then pulled himself back onto his feet and started to make his way back home, with Jack following suit.

Later in the evening, Teague watched Jack play outside with Captain "Ace" Brannigan, or referred to as Uncle Ace by Jack. He felt someone come up beside him. It was his brother who also named Jack, or known as Uncle Jack.

"How're ye doin there, brother?" Uncle Jack asked.

"Not sure," replied Teague. "Jackie can't be my son anymore."

"So yer disowning him?"

"My name is out there—being an infamous pirate and all. If everyone, especially the Royal Navy and the East India Trading Company, knows he's my son, they're all going to do something really bad to him. So no, I'm not disowning the boy. No one can know he's my kid out of his own safety."

"Well then. If he's technically not going to be yer kid anymore, at least not to everyone else, yer goin' to need to change his name—or his last name at least."

"Hmm..." Teague looked out the window again.

Little Jack looked so happy playing with his uncle. Teague felt ashamed for having to do this, but like he said, he's not disowning him. Jack is still technically part of the family and Teague still intended to raise him like his own, it just won't be known that Teague is directly Jack's father anymore, and it's for the best that not even Jack himself should really know either. Uncle Jack is right though, Jack did need a name change, and he needed one fast. Having "Teague" attached to his name will look really bad on him.

Outside, Brannigan disappeared for a moment, and came back with a little bird in his hands and knelt down to Jack. Jack cupped his hands and Brannigan put the little bird in them. Jack's eyes shone with fascination as he held the little bird in his hands. Teague smiled as he watched through the window, thinking about the different types of birds; canary,...robin,...swallow,...sparrow…

Sparrow...At that moment, an idea popped into Teague's head.

"Jack, I think I've figured out what Jackie's new last name is going to be," Teague determined.

"Aye? What'll it be?" Uncle Jack asked.

"Jack Sparrow!"