"He's… my mother."

Jack's face was blank while "Locke's" was smirking—a hint of worry well concealed on his face. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm no girl. It's not even possible for me to have a baby."

I ignored her and turned to Jack. "Think back to last night. I told you Anne Bonny was my mother"—a flicker of fear passed on Anne's face—"and she's known for being a—"

"—cross-dressing pirate," Jack finished for me.

"Isn't that cute? Ye're finishing each other's sentences. Ye two little lovebirds."

"Don't change the subject," I growled, but I felt my face grow hot.

Jack jabbed his pistol at Anne and asked her, "Are you, or are you not Anne Bonny?"

She glared at us through slit eyes, deciding whether or not to tell us the truth. "Yes," she finally admitted. "I'm Anne Bonny, the famous pirate." There were gasps and mutters from the two crews—one shocked that their captain had revealed her identity; the other stunned that they had been overrun by a woman—I tried my best to ignore them. "Ye mentioned something about me being yer mother; is this true?"

"Aye, you gave birth to me years ago and had to give me up to the midwife."

She nodded. "Ah, yes. And what gave me away?" she asked.

"Your eyes—they're the same shade of green as mine. Plus, your attitude and way of speaking were unnatural."

"Smart girl," she said. "'Spect you got that from Jack, yer father." A tiny smile played at the corners of her lips.

"Jack…" said our Jack, confused. "Are you talking about Calico Jack?"

"The one and only," said Anne.

He gaped at us in disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend the fact that I had two famous pirates for parents.

"If I remember correctly," I said. "Jack asked you a question, which you refused to answer."

"Aye," said Anne, and then paused. "And which question be that?"

"Why'd you attack us in the first place?"

A puzzled expression fell upon her face. "I thought ye might be able to answer that for me."

Now I was confused. "How so? I still don't know why you're here."

"As ye may know, I was originally married to James Bonny. He was a kind man, but the truth was, we weren't in love. I fell in love, instead, with Jack Rackham—more commonly known as Calico Jack. He approached James to ask to be separated and James agreed. For our witness, we chose Richard Turnley."

I couldn't help but let out a gasp. Jack's eyes widened in surprise but he didn't say anything. So that's where I had heard the name before! It seems as though I met his son though, luckily, instead of having the misfortune to meet he himself.

"Seems like ye know him," commented Anne.

"I met his son. He tried to kill me—unsuccessfully, obviously."

She nodded. "At the last minute, he turned us over to Governor Rogers, a highly Christian man, and we were forced to escape into piracy. One night, Rogers' ship caught up to us and the men were far too drunk to fight," her words were laced with venom. "They caught us and they hanged Jack." She stared at the floor, her mind filling with memories of the past.

"I'm sorry," was all I could manage to say.

Pretending that nothing had happened, she went on. "Mary Read—a good friend of mine and a pirate as well—and I managed to be spared by our children. We were both pregnant so it was against the laws of the Church to kill us. At least, not until we gave birth. But Mary didn't last that long. She died of a violent fever months later. I, on the other hand, gave birth to ye and had to give ye up to the midwife. A baby would have slowed me down terribly while I ran from the law. And for that, I apologize."

I wanted to tell her that it was okay, that I didn't mind, but I couldn't. The words got caught in my throat so I merely nodded.

"A couple years ago, I believe, I caught wind of Turnley's son James' little escapade. Apparently, a girl had snuck onto his ship and she and one of his crew fell in love. He was 'forced' to kill the man and throw the woman overboard as 'courtesy'. I figured I had a good chance of catching ye and ye knowing where Turnley is. So I went chasing after ye."

"Why do you want to find him so much?"

Ye see, before he died, I vowed to Jack that I would find Turnley and whip him to death. Most likely, his son will know where he is. If I can find his son, I can find Turnley, and fulfill Jack's wishes."

"How did you manage to find me?"

"When I stopped in a small port a few weeks ago, the whole town was buzzing with the news of the infamous Jack Sparrow—"

"Captain," interrupted Jack and I.

"—Captain Jack Sparrow's latest escape with the help of a local woman. I asked around about the girl and they told me she showed up out of nowhere a few years back with sever injuries. A couple people said she had washed up on the beach. I decided it had to be the one from Turnley's ship so I went chasing after ye. I caught up to the Black Pearl, we fought, and here we are. Can you tell me anything about Turnley's whereabouts?"

"No, I don't know where he is."

"Are you sure?" she pressed me.

At this, Jack stepped in. "She doesn't know. Stop asking her or else she shall be forced to lie. And believing that lie as the truth won't help you in your expedition, for it will, in fact, lead you in the wrong direction. Therefore, you must not ask her more questions for fear of going in the wrong direction.

There was a pause in which everyone attempted to digest what he had said. "She could be lying now," said Anne. "Ye've made the assumption that she will lie if she's pressured to talk, but what's to say she isn't lying now?"

"What reason would she have to not tell the truth?" shot back Jack.

"She—" began Anne but I cut her off.

"Can't I speak for myself?" I said, annoyed at them both. "I can honestly say that I have no clue as to where either of the Turnley's could be. Now, I have some questions to as you, Anne, but first, can we move somewhere more… private?" The others might not have noticed everyone staring at us in amazement, but I sure did. It was unnerving.

We made our way to the mapping room where Jack kept all of his charting equipment; maps, atlases, compasses, etc.

"What is it?" asked Anne.

I pulled out the locket she gave to my mother when I was born. "What is this? And why did you give it to me—or rather, the midwife?"

She sighed. "It's a bit of a long story." I waited patiently. "When we were captured by Rogers, the men were all drunk. But the reason they were all so wasted was this locket. It's supposed to lead to a treasure." I saw Jack's eyes widen very slightly. "They were celebrating our find. Anyways, ye know the rest; I gave the locket to yer mom and told her to give it to ye when ye got older."

I nodded. "Have you found any other clues as to where this treasure is? And how the locket works into the puzzle?"

"I've found only one hint. A man was talking about it in a pub one day and with a little, ah, persuasion, he told me all he knew. All that I got was a name. Ian Phillips."

"What does that have to do anything?"

"Well, I visited his grave and found there's a clue on it. It reads 'Ian Phillips, Isla de Indicios, 150724, 782496.'"

"What do those numbers mean?" asked Jack.

"Yer guess is as good as mine."

"Hand me that map over there," said Jack pointing to a map behind me. I grabbed it and handed it to him. He rolled it out and laid it on the table, pinning the corners down to hold it in place. "What were the numbers again?"

"150724 and 782496."

Jack scribbled them down on a peice of parchment. He stared at it and the map, not saying a word.

"Try this," I said, leaning over Jack and putting some marks onto the numbers so that it looked like this:

15:07:24 and 78:24:96

"There aren't any directions on it."

"Then try them all."

15:07:24S and 78:24:96E would have landed us in the middle of the Indian Ocean. There was a chance of it being there, but it was highly unlikely. Anne said the lengends all told of it being in the Caribbean. 15:07:24S and 78:24:96W was in Peru. 15:07:24N and 78:24:96E was somewhere in Asia. 15:07:24N and 78:24:96W, on the other had, was right in the Caribbean.

"How long will it take for us to get there?" I asked Jack who was plotting the points as I spoke.

"About... two or three days, give or take."

"Well then," said Anne. "What are we waiting for?" We went abovedeck and ordered her crew back onto her ship. With our ship in lead, we began to make our way to Isla de Indicios.

I was wandering around belowdeck when I saw Jack headed towards his room. I stopped him. "Jack, we need to talk."

"About what, luv?" replied Jack.

"Last night. I sort of ran off without explaining myself and... I'm sorry about that."

"Oh really? And might I ask why you ran off?"

"I..." I hesitated. "To tell you the truth, I don't normally get very close to people. As you may have noticed, things usually end badly for me and... I..." I groaned in frustration. How could I tell him that I cared about him without actually telling him that I cared about him.

Apparently I didn't have to worry about that, because he leaned into me and gave me a light kiss. "You're adorable when you're frustrated, luv." Not quite done with him yet, I dipped into him and kissed him again, passionately. We kept on kissing for what seemed like forever. Before I wanted to stop, though, Anne came in on us.

"Hope I'm not interrupting on anything," she said.

I blushed profusedly, but Jack just grinned. "No, not at all."

"Go ahead and continue. I'll just leave."

"What did you come here to tell us?" I asked her, now recovered from my embarrasment.

"There's a slight problem..." she said hesitantly.

"What might that problem be?" asked Jack suspiciously.

"Instead of us chasing the Turnleys... they're now chasing us."

All of the history involving Anne Bonny, Jack Rackham, and Richard Turnley is, indeed, true. I got all of my information from The Republic of Pirates: being the true and surprising story of the Carribean pirates and the man who brought them down bye Colin Woodard. Everything involving Richard Turnley's son, however, isn't true, as I couldn't find anything whatsoever about him—even his name. The treasure is all fiction, as is Ian Phillips. (The coordinates do match up though! I did my research )