He had very light brown hair compared to his "sons'" black, but the fathers' skin was dark from the sun.
"Um…Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but I don't like this one," the son said. He looked to be at least twenty years old and his "father" in his forties.
"Nah. That's fine," the father said and sighed. Taking this boy commandeering a navy ship for his own was proving to be difficult.
The young man pulled the ribbon out of his shoulder-length hair with a frustrated sigh.
"What's wrong my young sparrow?" the older man asked concerned.
"Pirating is fun and all," the young man said looking around.
"But?" the father urged him to continue.
"But…" the young man said and was staring at something. "I would like to take that ship as my own."
The older man grinned brightly when he realized that his son had made a choice, but his grin faltered when he looked to where he was looking at and saw a decently sized ship that needed many repairs.
"Are ye sure? With all the treasure we have, I can just buy you one," the father said to the son straining on the word buy.
"A ship like that? No you can't," he said smiling and started to walk towards it.
"You're right because no one is going to want a mangy boat. A ship like that? It ain't worth any pirate or sailors' salt," he said incredulously.
"A ship like that is built to last through anything, especially with me sailing under her sails," the boy said dreamily and determined.
"Son, that's a deathtrap there. It won't last a minute from the oceans gentlest breath."
"Just watch. I can get me ship by myself without any help from these landlubbers or anyone," he said as he strode towards the unguarded ship.
"Aye and I'll be with my ship enjoying the winds of the Caribbean feasting upon mountains of food," the older Captain Sparrow said a little too angrily. He didn't even know why he as angry in the first place.
He walked off the port without a backward glance at the boy who he took under his wing three years ago. Years later, he heard that his sons' ship, Black Pearl, was actually a British carrier in disguise full of gold, jewels, and some of the finest fabric in all of India. Also, he heard that his sons' crew had mutiny against him. In the process of doing so, young Jack's first mate, Barbossa, took his place as captain of the Black Pearl.
So Jack might either be dead or insane from the rumors he's been hearing. It's the kids' fault for picking the wrong crew, right? Why should he care about the young man anyways? It's not like he reared the boy most of his life. Jack was around his 24th year, so he was already an adult.
The older Sparrow stuck to the Code and left the closest thing he had to a son fade into history. Until one day he'll hear about Jack's debt to Davy Jones and the fight for his soul…
"Where 'em I?" Jack rasps out. He tried to lift the sheets covering him off, but his movements were jerky and sluggish.
"Captain! You're awake," someone said.
"Oi! Fetch us some water!"
"Not too loud," Jack said. "Rum."
"What was that Captain?" the person asked again.
"Leave the man alone," Mr. Gibbs said with a chuckle. "You know the Captain. Just rum for 'im. Sick or healthy, the only medicine he'll take is rum."
"And a nice fine woman in me bed," Jack said turning over and held onto Ana Maria. "Right?"
She pried herself off him despite herself. "Captain you need rest. Tell us where we're going."
"What whas 'hat?" Jack asked his speech starting to slur.
"I asked for coordinates sir," Ana Maria said a bit concerned for the older man.
He was still pale and shivering in the Caribbean heat.
" 'Ow about we go deep into the seas," Jack started to say. He realized he finish and that his loyal crew was waiting for him to finish. "Into the corner of No and Where."
"Very funny Jack, but we need to take you to a doctor," Mr. Gibbs said seriously.
"Now that is funny," Jack said. He got up and started to put his boots on before they could stop him. "Let go!"
"Sorry, but you're sick. You need to stay here or we'll take you back to Davy Jones," Mr. Gibbs said. He meant that to be a joke, but when how paler Jack got, he cleared his throat. "Right then."
"We have no doctor, so off to the bridge for me," Jack said.
He tried to stand up before he stumbled and tripped over his own boots. He would of fallen face first into the bedpost if it weren't for the jumble of arms that grabbed him around the middle and put him back in the bed.
"No," was the reply.
"As captain of this ship, I order you to let me to be on deck, you scallywags!" He thought the room did a little flip before it righted itself.
"…you 'eard me," Gibbs was saying.
Jack held a hand to his head as he swayed on the bed. "What was that?"
He thought he heard Gibbs sigh just before fell forward on the bed.
"Is 'e alright?" Ana Maria asked. She was very tempted to kick the captain, but decided against it when she remembered that he was sick.
"I don't know," Gibbs said just as one of the crew brought the rum.
"Is Jack alright?" they asked.
Hours passed by before Jack came to again. Now he was positioned in a comfortable way. His coat, boots, flintlock, compass, vest, sashes, belts, pouches, and other various items were taken off him and placed somewhat neatly on the round table behind them.
When he awoke, he heard voices so he feinted sleep.
"Aye. Ever since he found that cloth with the drawing of the key, he's been acting strange. Not good," a man, Mr. Gibbs, said. "We're losing 'im."
"So what do you propose we do then?" Ana Maria asks. She looked over at their Captain and saw him to be asleep.
"We take Jack to either Tortuga or Port Royal," Gibbs said with a thought. He said this with an afterthought, "But Tortuga isn't the best place for a sick man, let alone a healthy Jack Sparrow."
"So Port Royal is it?" Ana Maria asked. She looked at the Captain's room for the first time.
It's been two months since they got him back and the room would be bare if it weren't for the odd trinkets here and there, two scarves, a strange small circular broken hourglass with very few grains of sand left and looked to be made of gold, his hat, a handful of kohl on the dresser, the round table, several wanted signs of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew of miscreants onboard the ship Black Pearl, and there was cloth draping an oval shaped object.Ana Maria slowly walked towards it and gingerly lifted it off. She was surprised to see someone looking back at her. It was her own reflection in the mirror. She looked back and then back at the mirror. What she saw frightened her.
Were her eyes deceiving her or was there another man in the room with them lying right next to the captain on the bed?