Ok, This is it...the moment we've all been waiting for! (Drum roll) The one the Only! JACK SPARROW!

I looked in the basin of dirty water at my reflection one last time. I had pulled my hair up in a green bandanna that I had bought with a months savings. I had cringed at the small store, when the shop keeper had told me the price, but now I was happy with the outcome. It was forest green with minuscule golden threads woven in and out in a faint paisley design. I complemented my eyes, and made me look pretty, but piratey. I had consulted my scrap of paper, and waited every night that week, all packed and ready, waiting just in case Jack Sparrow was early. All that week he hadn't docked, but I knew tonight was the night, I had a feeling. I picked up my satchel and straightened my outfit.

The night before, I had seen a bundle outside a pub. Living in Tortuga, some drunk or tramp probably left it there while they went in for a drink. It is a eat or be eaten world, so I took it.

Later at home, I dumped it out to find:

a pair of brown trousers, A hat, A bottle of rum, some stockings, and a rat.

I kept everything but the rat, which Scarlet disposed of, thinking all the time how stupid it was that someone went in to a pub when they had a bottle of rum in their bag. Although, alcohol can do funny things to the mind.

I'd had to take in the trousers, but everything else was great, and I was now sporting new trousers, my boots, a leather hat, my bandanna, and an Aztec gold necklace that a monkey aboard the Flying Dutchmen had dropped when they docked here a few years back.

X-Flash back-X

I was sitting on the dock, swinging my bare feet in the murky water below. I was only ten years old at the time. Suddenly out of the fog come a ship, a huge glorious ship. I watched as it docked and all the crew jumped off to get drunk. One man was the last off the ship, climbing down from the mast. I knew him from my mothers descriptions. He was, Captain Jack Sparrow. A monkey also climbed off the ship, dressed in pirate attire. I whistled to him and he turned, looking at me before scampering over. I stroked his head while he soaked in the attention. He probably didn't get a lot of it since he lived on a ship with pirates. Just before he left to get back on the ship, he pulled something from his shirt and dropped it at my side. Then he ran off and jumped on the back of an old ugly pirate. After he was gone, I looked at the thing. It was a necklace.

An Aztec Gold Necklace.

X-End-Flash back-X

I had kept it hidden from Giselle for five years, but now I was free, well almost free.

I thought about writing a note, but then I realized that no one would care. No one would miss me. Lindsey and Edward maybe but no one else. Giselle would be happy if anything.

Pushing the thought from my mind, I walked out the door, and made my way to the docks.

There I waited for about 15 minutes before I saw it. Thee front of a ship breaking through the fog. My heart raced, I knew that ship.

Now that the moment was actually here, I didn't know what I was supposed to do! What do you do in that kind of circumstance. Go up and say "Papa! I've found you at last!" or "Hey you don't know me , but I'm your child!"

I felt so stupid! I had planned everything out, the time, place, day, clothes, everything! How could I forget the Most important thing. Convincing dad that I was in fact his daughter.

I was so stressed that I decided to wing it.

When the men began filing off the ship, (if you call jumping and flinging themselves over the side like maniacs filing) I ducked behind the helm of another ship. When I saw the familiar face of Jack Sparrow my heart raced. Just before he got to my hiding spot, I walked out in front of him.

"Waa-a-a!" he cried, giving a little start and making strange motions with his hands.

"I rolled my eyes and placed one of my hands on my hip.

Jack cocked his head to the side, as if trying to remember something. Then he began to walk forward, causing me to back up, surprised by his boldness.

He wagged his finger, as if trying to get me to say something.

"Do I know you?"he asked, a puzzled expression on his face.

I shook my head no.

He smiled and stepped forward more.

"Well then," he said, " shall we get acquainted?"

I had been around my mother enough to know the meaning of "acquainted".

"Ugh!" I gasped, giving Jack a shove. "I am your daughter!"

This stopped the pervert in his tracks.

"Love, I don't have a daughter." he said simply lifting his hands, "I simply do as I please, I mean who am I !" he asked me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Lets see, My Father!," I yelled giving him another shove.

"Stop doing that!" he yelled, stamping his foot like a child throwing a tantrum.

He began to walk around me muttering, "Only two seconds and already I've met a drunk Tramp!"

I could see that I was losing him so I tried the last thing possible.

"Giselle!" I yelled, "Giselle Brinker."

Jack turned on his heel, a smile on his face as he walked toward me.

"Oh, yes Love! That's who you are! Although you've gotten...shorter...and um...younger."he said putting his filthy hand above my head as if he was sizing me up.

I groaned, slapping away his hand.

"I'm not Giselle, I'm her daughter, Your Daughter." I said slowly.

Jacks eyes widened.

"Oh No!" he said, turning once again and attempting to leave.

I grabbed his arm, I hadn't come this far only to give up at the last second.

He tried to pull away, but I hooked my foot around his ankle and pulled his feet out from under him.

Sitting on his stomach, I had the upper hand.

"Gosh!" I yelled, "What does it take to get your attention!"

He grinned. "Apparently this." he pointed to me sitting on him.

I glared at him.

"I'm not letting you up until you cooperate." I crossed my arms against my chest for emphasis.

"Alright, Alright, I'll listen." Jack finally gave in, not that he had much choice.

I stood up and helped him to his feet. I had expected him to run, in which case I'd probably have had to jump on his back or something.

When he didn't move I began talking, telling him everything that had happened since I could remember.

When I was done, There was a silence, and Jack was twisting his goatee' making me wonder if he'd been listening at all.

I looked expectantly up at the man who was in front of me. I hadn't realized it before but, he was quite handsome, with his olive complexion, dark hair with a few dread-locks here and there, and his deep eyes. The beads hanging from his blood red bandanna jiggled every time he moved.

"So," I said, "Are you going to leave your daughter on a port all alone in the middle of Tortouga, or what?"