He remembered the night when he was five years old, and Clarisse and him were having a conversation about pirates. His eyes brightened a little bit, but still were sad, and he whispered, "Never be afraid, and save yourself… Since I am… I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." There was silence and all he heard were seagulls cawing as they usually did before a hurricane. His eyes widened, "Oh no…"
Without even thinking, Jack took off running, picking up speed as he went into the ocean, and by the time he was in hip-depth water, the hurricane had already formed right over the White Seal and Blue Mermaid which were about to be marooned. Maybe while he and Clarisse were separated, she made it back to one of the ships. He could hope, couldn't he? He had to make sure all odds were even! He screamed out in horror, swimming toward the ships, when suddenly he thought, 'I'm going to die if I get any closer…'
He retracted, and retreated to the island, hoping he'd find Clarisse's semi-conscious, limp body floating in the ocean, or at least know if she died rather than hope and pray that she was alive. There was no hope, now even his life was in danger. The evil, crashing waves had full control of Jack, and he was being thrown toward the island, to be struck by the ships also being hurtled in that direction. He couldn't scream for help and he didn't want to. He didn't want to see those two ships, all he wanted was Clarisse. "Oh, please, take pity on me…" he talked to the sky. "PLEASE!" he shouted.
All went black. Jack figured he had died. He thought that his body was struck by a ship, and he was pinned in-between a rock and a ship. He couldn't find out, could he? It was impossible to tell at this rate. Suddenly, his arm stung. He was alive. He wouldn't be able to feel pain if he was dead. But he felt that sting. He could feel himself smile. So he could feel, which meant that he wasn't paralyzed by the crushing of a ship either. He hoped that he was just dreaming. He couldn't tell either. He hoped he would wake up by the echoing of Clarisse's beautiful, mature, calm voice, telling him that everything would be ok. He could hope, and he could dream… but he couldn't tell if he was right.
"You have the locket..."
His eyes shot open, and he couldn't see anything but blank darkness. He was blinded. "Who are you?" He cautiously said, "I can't see..."
"Poor you."
He could feel that he was in dry clothes, and in a dry bed, which had to mean that somebody had done something with his clothes over who knows how long? He moaned in pain, and held out his hand to reach out to get the locket. "Please..." he moaned. "Please... let me have the lockets..." He could hear the rustling of somebody moving around, but he couldn't see their expression. "I want to have my biological parents as close to me as possible... I didn't want them to die."
"They're not all dead."
"..." Jack's eyes began to clear, and he saw a tall man's figure looking down at him. "They're not all dead, my boy..." He felt a hand brushing gently against his face, and he blinked a few times. He was really confused, and didn't understand what that meant. He knew his mother was dead, everybody knew that, and all he had was Clarisse. So who was this man -- Oh. Ohhh... That's when it occurred to him. He was speaking to his biological father. "Do you know who I am?"
"..." Jack produced a smile, and tears ran down his face, "Father..."
"Yes."
"..." Jack closed his eyes, and his right hand covered his eyes as he let out a baby-like bawl. He began crying, and he wouldn't stop, but he was smiling. "I've found you!" he cried. "And I've looked for you!" his voice intensified with the joy of finding his father, but yet the sadness of not meeting him all these years. "I've looked for you everywhere!!" He sobbed louder, but was able to regain maturity, and he wiped his tears away after a long series of sobs and loud cries. "Pl - Please tell me... your name... Father..."
"S --"
Jack's hand touched his, and he was waiting impatiently to receive his father's name.
"Sim --"
"Jack!!"
Everything was interrupted when Clarisse had walked into the room, and she stared in horror at the captain and Jack Sparrow. "Captain, you got him to wake up?"
"Yes."
"... Will didn't let me come here. He was too worried about my health."
Clarisse's health was always perfect and in tip-top shape, even when she drank a little too much alcohol. This must've meant when he couldn't find her, she must've injured herself in the hurricane.
"A -- Are you hurt?" Jack muttered under his breath, but the message got through. His eyes were still shut tight, as he didn't want to damage his eyes to strain them and concentrate on the two blurry figures.
"No..." Clarisse replied, putting one hand to her mouth in shock. "Should I tell him, captain?"
"Not yet." the captain said, and gently smiled. "Come on, boy, you're coming with us."
"What?" Jack stuttered.
"We're going to get you your own room." the captain said.
Jack started getting weird thoughts, thinking that Clarisse was worried about her health, but yet was not wounded... which could only mean that she was either sick or something else. Whose room was he in? He was thinking for a minute that he was in Clarisse's room. He always saw Clarisse as a motherly figure, but maybe Clarisse did something that he wouldn't even know of. You know, the strange, weird thoughts that some teenagers get. He wanted to see Clarisse as a mother, not a companion for love. "Whose room am I in!?" Jack shouted suddenly.
The captain and Clarisse looked at each other for a moment. "You're in my room." the captain said. That was a relief to Jack. He felt the sensation of being lifted by powerful arms, and being carried. He felt like he could picture himself being carried in his biological mother's arms, and remembered that she was only eighteen years old, and his father was nineteen back then. He felt like he was dropped onto a cool bed in a room by the ocean. "You'll be fine here, right?" the captain asked his son.
"Yes..." Jack replied. "May... May I talk to Clarisse, please?"
"Certainly." the captain nodded at Clarisse and she approached Jack.
"Jack?" her clear voice sounded a little faded.
"Yes?" Jack said, opening his eyes to see a blurred face. "Hi, mom."
"Hi." she laughed. "Did you know that now I can obtain the title 'mom'?"
"..." Jack didn't get what she meant. "Haven't you always been able to obtain the title 'mom'?"
She laughed again, "No, Jack. I'm going to have a baby of my own."
"... WHAT?" Jack sat up. "So I was right!"
Clarisse tilted her head. "You've been asleep for a few months, Jack."
"..." Jack laid back down again. "But why?"
"You were struck by the ship." she replied.
So he WAS struck by the ship. "And I survived?"
"Because you're Captain Jack Sparrow!" she said, hugging him. Jack noticed that it felt like any other time she hugged him. It didn't feel like she had a large stomach yet.
"... So who's your husband?" Jack asked.
"Oh, I'm not married..." Clarisse replied, causing Jack to freak out. "YET." she finished off, holding out her hand to proudly behold the engagement ring.
"So tell me what happened while I was... uh, dead." Jack teased.
Clarisse began the story saying that when they were separated that night, the cruel ocean waves had parted them. Clarisse was taken aboard the White Seal, the ship that had been marooned twice on an island, and by mere luck, it was going to be its third time to be marooned on that same island. Clarisse was taken to Will Turner's room, where they talked, and Clarisse had decided that she hated pirates... But Will Turner was a fitting match for her, since they both had alcoholic humor, and they both had loved living in Tortuga. Clarisse agreed to try an excursion of being a pirate stuck in a hurricane. When that happened, Clarisse saw Jack lying against a rock, and the ship had pinned him to the rock, and it should've crushed him to death, but being Jack Sparrow, it crushed him hard enough so he slid under the giant beast-like structure, and he unconsciously lied under the ship with no injuries except his wound had bursted.
Clarisse explained that they found the two lockets that Jack possessed, and the captain saw his portrait on the golden locket. The captain took Jack into his headquarters. Clarisse and Will were dating for two months, and instantly, they ironically fell in love. They got engaged also and found out that Clarisse was going to have a baby, because she was experiencing morning sickness. It had been four months when Jack was asleep, and Clarisse had been pregnant for about three months.
"Ahh..." Jack said, still trying to clear his blurry vision. "So I'm gonna be a big brother?"
"Yeah!" Clarisse excitedly said, "Well, sort of."
"Any names you've chosen yet?" Jack asked.
"Uh-huh!" Clarisse replied, putting one hand to her abdomen area, and the other hand trying to count. "Oh yeah, it was six days ago when Will and I decided to name the child after us. If it's a boy, we're naming him Will Turner, and if it's a girl, we're naming her Clarisse Lotissa."
"That's exciting, mom!" Jack exclaimed.
Jack thought for a bit... all in an instant, he had found out that he was crushed by his father's ship, and he found his biological father, and he discovers that his foster mother is going to have a child... Need I say more? Jack smiled and said, "I suppose I should call you Clarisse now that I've found my father..."
"You can always call me 'Mother', Jack." she laughed.
"Yeah," he agreed. "But... I have a secret."
"What?" she curiously came a little closer to him.
He whispered to her, "Have you ever heard of the map to the sacred treasure?"
"No." she whispered back.
"Have you ever heard of the curse of the Aztec gold, the sacred treasure that Captain Barbossa seeks?"
"No."
"Also... have you heard... of the Flying Dutchman?"
Jack knew a lot, and he was concerned about it. "I'm not sure how I know all this... I just do."
"Oh, Jack." Clarisse said in shock. "Please, tell me what all this means."
"I will." Jack said, trying to organize all of the facts. "My mother was an eighteen-year-old lovesick girl... She knew Barbossa, the Captain of the Blue Mermaid. You saw him, right?"
"Yes." Clarisse nodded.
"Barbossa and her were engaged." Jack said. "It was terrible to find out about me... if you know what I mean."
"I think I do." Clarisse said.
"She ran away to Tortuga, and forgot about everything... even her name." Jack said. "Before she died, she entrusted me to Will... Bootstrap Bill."
"I know." Clarisse said.
"You adopted me." Jack said. "But also, I was given a map... from the sailor, asking if I was Jack Sparrow. Also, he said a few things."
"What does the map do?" Clarisse asked.
"There are several treasures. Several points in which to find them." Jack explained. "The cursed Aztec gold is one -- it is one I am searching for."
"But you're too young, aren't you?" Clarisse asked.
"My father's a captain, right?" Jack said. "I can manage."
"So... besides the curse of the Aztec gold, the sacred treasure that Captain Barbossa seeks... what is the Flying Dutchman?"
"I don't know." Jack said. "I remember sailing on board it, though."
"How could you have ever?" Clarisse asked.
"I don't know." Jack said. "I sailed on it before I was born."
"Hmm?" Clarisse said. "Oh, your mother had sailed on it?"
"No." Jack said. "My father."
Clarisse was confused. "I don't get it."
"There are many things we don't understand, not even I." Jack said. "I am repeating what my senses are telling me."
"I see." Clarisse said.
"I seek the Aztec gold and the Flying Dutchman." Jack said. "I don't know how to get to it though." A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, and he looked down at it.
"You're Captain Jack Sparrow." Clarisse said. Jack turned around and looked up at her. "Savvy?"