"Not All Treasure is Silver and Gold"
Chapter 14
Jack smiled at the woman in front of him and then stood. He would go find Danielle and bring her back.
But when he returned to the pub he where he had left her, Jack could not find Danielle anywhere. The random crewmembers there had not seen her. The bar maids had not seen her. Where the bloody hell had she gotten to?
He walked outside to get some fresh air to clear his head. Something to his right caught his eye. Some man was giving a pretty woman some trouble and Jack decided to help. She was wrestling the guy back and was gaining some headway. It was then Jack realized it was his wife who had just kicked the man with her pointed boot in the crotch.
Jack walked over and stared at the man on the ground and then looked to Dani who was trying to fix her hair. The man was making grumbling noises as Jack looked down at him.
"Mom said you were gone," Jack said to the man who was still rolling around in the dirt being entirely too over-dramatic.
"I was," the man started. "But now I'm just hiding from her."
"What's this?" Dani shouted as Jack helped the man to his feet.
The man, who just started to look more like Jack as he stood next to him (dark hair and dark eyes) dusted off the dirt on his trousers.
"Danielle, this is my father," Jack said, sighing at the situation.
"You have got to be joking; please tell me you're joking," she pleaded.
"Unfortunately," Jack started. "I'm not."
"Well, I apologize, Mr. Sparrow."
"Captain Sparrow, love," the man said as he took her hand to kiss it.
"Watch it!" Jack said to the man, slapping him away. "She is my wife."
"She's not a…"
"No. Not that you should be one pointing fingers."
"My apologies, milady. I did not know."
"Well, I see where your son gets it from," she said back to the man.
Jack frowned. He didn't particularly want to be like his father.
"Come on," Jack said taking Dani's hand.
"Where are we going?" Danielle and her father-in-law asked together.
"Home, to mother."
"Oh, no!" he answered back to his son.
Dani panicked, too. She wasn't exactly in the mood to meet Jack's mother. He never spoke of his parents. She thought they were dead or still living in India.
She was still re-pinning her hair as Jack knocked and the door creaked open.
"I've brought two people for you mother."
"Oh really?" She said, sounding uninterested.
"Hello, love," Jack's father spoke up from behind Jack.
"Grant Sparrow! Where have you been?" The woman shouted, voice raising at least one octave.
"Around?" he answered, almost as if he didn't remember.
"Oh, never mind," she said, pushing him out of the way and focusing her attention on the woman in front of her.
"It's wonderful to meet you at last, Mrs. Sparrow," Dani said, curtseying the best she could. She had gained enough weight now that balancing was difficult.
"You must be Jack's wife," she said, stating the obvious.
"Yes. I am Danielle, but you can call me Dani," Dani stated.
The woman leaned over and spoke in her son's ear, "she's a bit round about the middle, don't you think? Fat usually isn't your style."
"Mother," Jack started, "she's pregnant."
"Oh, that explains it," the woman shouted. "Sit down, dear, please." She motioned to a chair by the fire.
Dani did as she was forced to and relaxed into the wooden chair. Her feet were very sore.
As soon as Jack's mother found out she was going to be a grandmother, she fell over herself trying to take care of Dani.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Sparrow," she said as she wrestled her feet back from the woman. She wanted to soak Danielle's feet in warm saltwater for the swelling, but she was having issues with someone touching her feet.
"Leave her be, mother," Jack called from the other room.
Jack was sitting in the other room with his father.
"I need your map."
"Can't do that, son," Grant said, taking a swig of rum.
"Why the bloody hell not?" Jack shouted.
"Because it is my map and possession is nine-tenths of the law."
"Not if you're a ruddy pirate like yourself."
"Of, fine," the man said back to Jack.
The older version of Jack stood and walked to the bookshelves that lined the far wall. He started to flip the pages of a worn-out Bible and pulled out a very old, wrinkled and yellowed piece of parchment.
He handed it to Jack who unfolded it carefully. It was the map that Jack wanted. They would set out looking for it after the baby was born.
He nodded to his father and walked out to the kitchen. His mother was harassing Dani about names.
"Marvin would be wonderful name," Jack's mother hinted. "It was my father's name."
"Um, I don't know. I'll have to talk to Jack…"
"We are not naming our son Marvin. I will not stand for it."
"Marvin is quite a nice name," Dani said, trying to erase the scowl off her mother-in-law's face.
"At least someone cares about my feelings," she said, patting Dani's hand. "Anyway," she narrowed her eyes at Jack. "I just don't know what name I would choose if you were blessed with a little girl."
"Cynthia," Grant started as he walked just like Jack into the room, "You already had your chance and you named him Jack, savvy?"
"Shut up, Grant."
Jack took this as his cue to get his arse out of dodge.
"Well, Dani, get your boots on. We need to be on our way."
"I thought you were staying here, Jack," his mother asked.
"No, mother. We'll be staying on the ship tonight."
"You still sailing the Black Pearl?" his father asked.
"No," Jack answered as they left the house without so much as a good-bye.
His parents watched as Jack led Dani by the arm back to the docks.
The couple walked in silence until they got to the ship.
"You don't want to tell them about Jones, the Kraken or Beckett? Or when they made you their chief? Or the sea turtles?"
"No."
Dani knew Jack was a man of few words, usually, but this was odd. He loves to tell his adventures.
"Are you all right?"
"I will be," he answered her back. "And we are not naming our son Marvin."
"I think it means 'friend of the sea'."
"I think it means 'make fun of my kid'. It's a name for a sea crab, not a person."
Jack helped Dani turn down the bed and blew out the lantern. She was snoring softly instantly. Jack listened to her breathing for a while and was lulled asleep by the rhythm she had created. Tomorrow they would leave for Port Royal and he could forget about his parents once again.
A/N: I hope everyone liked this chapter. I worked really hard on it. Okay, I didn't. I stole the baby name conversation from a discussion my grandma and late-grandpa had about my senior pictures. And that she couldn't decide which ones she liked, and my grandpa told her that she got to pick them out for her two son's not her granddaughter. Please REVIEW!
Manda