As soon as she saw her mother leave through the door, Mia bolted upstairs and grabbed her satchel and cloak. Running back down she slipped and twisted her ankle, yelling out in pain in the process. "AHH!" Slowly standing up to not injure her ankle anymore, she limped toward the front door of the tavern and stepped outside. Taking the key out to lock the door she looked up at the towering building wondering if she would ever see it again, she figured it wouldn't be worth coming back to without her mother. She locked the door and limped to the other side of Tortuga where the Faithful Bride would be.

Mia had her cloak wrapped around her as she stood outside the dreaded tavern. She hated this part of the island, and would always avoid it unless absolutely necessary. Mia took baby steps towards the taverns front door and pushed it open slowly, pulling her hood up as she did so. When the door opened she was greeted with the smell of alcohol and sweat, a combination she felt didn't go well together. Everywhere she looked there were drunk men and wenches with only half their clothes on. Limping slowly to the bar, she leant over towards the barman: "Do you know of a Jack Sparrow?" she asked quietly.

"Aye, who's asking?" he asked suspiciously.

Mia sensed the suspicion in his voice. "Why so suspicious?" she asked tentatively. "Do I look like a girl who could cause a great deal of harm?" she said with a hint innocence. Mia had the charm of her father, there was no doubt about it.

"I guess not m'lady, a young girl such as yourself, my apologies" he replied.

"So where be Jack Sparrow then?" she asked again.

"Sitting in his usual corner Madam" he said nodding towards the darkest corner of the tavern.

Mia suddenly found difficulty in turning herself around, was she ready to face the man that had abandoned her eight years ago? Well whether or not she was, she was going to have to.

"Are you alright M'am?" asked the barman with a worried look on his face.

"Yes I'm fine" she lied. After a few seconds she slowly turned her head around to look into the corner he had indicated. A man sat on a chair with his feet resting upon the table in front of him, hat covering his face, with a glimpse of his red bandana, and the unmistakable dreadlocks. "Yes that's him" she said out loud.

"You know him?"

"From a very long time ago" Mia replied, "and with direct relations" she said still looking at the man in the corner that was no doubt her father: Captain Jack Sparrow. She noticed the group of drunk pirates sitting at the table blocking her way. She needed to get to Jack if she wanted any chance of saving her mother. Mia turned around and pulled her hood down and limped over towards the group of miscreants. "Excuse me" she said in a small voice.

"'Ello darlin' come to join the fun?" asked one drunken pirate.

"No, no thank you, I would just like to get past" she said quietly.

"No darlin' come have a drink with us" cried another pulling her into his lap.

"Let go of me!" Mia shouted trying to stand up, but he had a strong hold on her and found herself sitting back down on his lap. She looked at the man hard in the face with a look of disgust. Come on Mia, you have pirate blood in you, Sparrow blood. She elbowed the pirate man handling her in the face causing him to let go of her, she stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach making his chair fall backwards.

Jack awoke to noises coming from a few feet away from him. He lifted his hat up to see a pirate get elbowed and kicked in the stomach, by a girl. Good for her he thought smirking. He watched on for a few moments as the surrounding pirates attempted an attack her, which was proving pointless as she threw elbows, punches and kicks from every direction. Satisfied she was dealing with it well on her own, he slowly made his way to the front of the tavern to leave. Jack took just three steps into the street before he heard a bloodcurdling scream from with inside the building.

Saving a damsel in distress had become part of Jack's nature. He stopped in his tracks and drew out his cutlass and turned back round to head inside the building to see what commotion had caused such a spine tingling scream. When Jack opened the door he found the poor girl stripped of her cloak, pinned up against the wall, with a knife to her neck and a hand up her dress. Jack hated to see such foul acts performed on young innocent girls. He drew out his pistol and shot the pirate with his hand in an inappropriate place. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at where the shot had came from.

"Hand me the girl, and no one else has to get shot in the head, savvy?" said Jack with a menacing tone. No one moved. Jack slowly walked over to the man holding the knife to Mia's neck, cocked his pistol and held it to his head. "I'm dead serious" he continued in the same menacing tone, putting emphasis on the word dead.

The pirate dropped the knife and let go of his grip on Mia and she crumpled to the floor in a heap. "You said you weren't going to shoot anybody else?" he said putting his hands up, voice trembling.

"I lied" Jack replied. "Pirate" he said as he pulled the trigger. He placed the trigger back in his sash and bent down to examine the girl in front of him. From what he could see she had passed out from exhaustion. He threw on her satchel and wrapped her up in the black cloak she had come in. He picked her up and made his way out the tavern and to the only decent inn across the other side of the island.