When the two pulled apart Jack noticed a bullet scar on Abby's left shoulder blade. He frowned; he didn't like the idea of his daughter getting shot, and him not being there to take care of her. "Where'd ya get that, luv?" Jack asked motioning to the scar.

"Oh, I got that thanks ta Barbossa." She stated. Abby hated to even think about how that man ruined her life.

"He shot ya? When?" Jack asked concerned.

"Aye, he shot me. What I wouldn' do ta bring 'im back ta life and then kill 'im again." She answered bitterly.

Jack could tell that she had resentment towards Barbossa, not just for what he did to her and Jack, but for something he did to her personally. "Luv, if ye don't mind me askin what have ya been doin these past 12 or so years?" He wanted to know so much about her life.

Abby took a deep breath; surely she was going to need it if she was going to tell him about everything that's happened to her. Which she knew she would if Jack had anything to do with it.

"Alright, I guess I'll start with the beggin. When ye were marooned the crew got inta a big fight bout what was ganna happen ta me. Half the crew had been wantin me dead, but the other half said they just couldn' do it. Barbossa finally ended the fight by sayin they'd be droppin me at the next port." She paused and looked at Jack. She could tell that he very much wanted to know what had happened to her. "So they dropped me off on the docks and rowed 'way. So I start ta walk down the docks when I see a man witha rather large change purse, I had just pocketed the purse when I felt a sword to me neck."

That statement made Jack grow angry how anyone could think of harming a little girl. But he saw that she was waiting for him to control his anger, so he unclenched his fists and waited for her to continue.

"So after I had givin him the purse back he noticed I was alone so he took me to a pub that his sister owned and sat me down in the back with some food, and told me he'd be back. So an hour or so later him and his sister came to the back and asked me whata happened ta me. So I told them the whole story, I was wavin my arms bout when they noticed my tattoo. The woman said she recognized it, but the last time she had seen it, it'a been on a man. She then realized I musta been your daughter and said she'd raise me, she said she owed ya a favor."

Abby smiled at how kindly she had been treated. She remembered how found she had grown of Ella, or Aunt Ella she called her. She was then saddened by the thought of Henry, or Uncle Henry. He had been killed in a raid a few years ago. He was a great pirate, he had taught her much, not just about pirating, but about life and how to handle anything life throws at you, in a clam manner.

Jack was a bit surprised at how someone would do something as kind as taking in his daughter, just because she owed him a favor. He tried to think of who had owed that favor to him. Jack was someone who owed people a lot of things, but he was never someone anyone owed anything to.

Abby sensed his thoughts and said "The Whites. Ella and Henry were the people who'd taken me in. Ella had been sayin somethin bout her business not bein there if it hadn' been for ye. Said that she'd probably taken me in anyways seenin has how I was all alone. But she considered it her dept ta ye bein paid in the process." Abby watched as her father finally realized who she was talking about.

"So Ella took ye in huh?" Jack questioned. "She treated ye good, right?"

Abby laughed at her father making sure she was taken care of. Really in her mind she couldn't think of anyone, other then her father, to take care of her. "Aye, they treated me right. Taught me most of what I know too. Henry White was the one who taught me ta fight. Ella, well she always made sure I was a'taken care of. Which o'course I was." She saw sadness wash over Jacks features when she told him of Henry teaching her to fight. She was sure that he had been the one wanting to do that.

Jack looked over at his daughter and for the first time saw that she was relaxed. It seemed that when she had been just lazing around that she seemed a little stiff, a little guarded. Now though she seemed to be rather enjoying herself, she seemed to finally be comfortable around him, and for this he was glad.

"What now Jack? What happens now that ye know I be livin? Cause I can tell ya that I haven't got the slightest clue on what ta do now." She stated

"Well luv, why don't ye stay. Ye can be part o' me crew just like it was 'for." Jack said. He hoped that she would stay, he hoped with all his might that he wouldn't have to beg. Because he really didn't know what he would do if she decided to leave, if she decided that she didn't want to be here.

"Aye, I think that be a good idea Jack." Abby said with a smile.

Has much as she would love to say her home was with the Whites it wasn't. Her home was the Pearl, and she knew it. As much as she tried to deny it she couldn't. The Black Pearl held some of her best memories. It held love that she could not receive from anywhere but there. And it held something that not even all the riches in world could buy her. It held her father. The one thing she had truly missed all these years. The one person she had tried to block form her memories on a daily basis, was finally here offering here the only home she had ever know, and she'd be dammed if she would passed it up.

A/N: To answer your question this story takes place 2 years after PotC has taken place. And I haven't gotten the chance to see the new movie so this story will have nothing to do with the second movie.