Jack watched his hand rub the helm, his mind deep in thought

Jack watched his hand rub the helm, his mind deep in thought. Just being on this ship made him so uncomfortable. Although he tried to hide it, he was very close to his mother, but he would never let that show. After all, he was the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow; and such a pirate does not show foolish emotions.

His eyes drifted to the dark sea. Its top waters were slightly lighted by the moon's reflection, but its peaceful aura did not lighten his mood. When all this is over, I will find that bastard and give him the cruel treatment he so rightly deserves. With that, he pushed his thoughts aside and focused on what was happening now.

Suddenly, he realized that there was no wind out on the ocean, not enough to move the boat anyway. After a few minutes of waiting, he became fed up and went into the Captain's quarters.

Elizabeth sat comfortably while investigating the map for her ship. With no luck of finding it, she returned to the Caribbean Sea and spotted the Pearl quickly. It was extremely close to docking, so she knew that both she and Jack had to move fast.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and Elizabeth dragged her hand thought crown of her hair, pulling out all the knots as it fell back down slowly. She leaned back, slumped into the chair, and breathed in the musty air.

Jack walked closer to his desk, realizing that Elizabeth must be sitting in his chair inspecting the map. He tensed up. Now there was something that hadn't happened in a very long time. Elizabeth pushed the chair out and stood up, putting her entire weight onto her right had, it laying flat on the wooden table.

"So." She said blankly.

"So." He repeated.

"How much longer until we arrive at Churchill?"

"Half an hour, an hour at the most." Jack walked pass Elizabeth and sat down. She turned around and sat on the table and looked at her hands.

"Jack, there's something I've been meaning to ask of you." Elizabeth looked at Jack.

He could only think of one thing. Bugger.

Elizabeth looked back down and sighed heavily.

Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger…

"When we were about to board the ship, I couldn't help but notice the expression on your face. I know it's clearly none of my business, but I am a woman. Is something bothering you?"

Oh thank the Lord. Jack mentally hit himself for jumping to conclusions.

"I'm fully aware that you are a woman and you should now by now that there is always something on my mind love." Jack waved his hand in emphasis.

Elizabeth turned towards him and folded her arms across her chest. "Jack, I'm serious, what's bothering you."

Jack looked at her and a long pause was held in the air. He finally sighed and rested his elbows on his knees and looked down with sadness, placing his hands on his forehead.

"It's this ship Lizzie. What happened here I'm sure I'll ne'er forget."

Elizabeth looked at him with worried eyes. Jack propped his head up but still looked at the floor. He laced his fingers in his lap. There was a long pause, and he finally decided to tell her. The memory was too fresh for his liking.

Staring intently at the ground, Jack continuously ripped lumps of grass out of the earth, throwing it into a pile in between his crossed legs. Sadness had overcome his face, but he figured that he should have been used to it by now. It was just like any other day, while all the other children played in the streets, Jack sat alone and wondering why nobody else liked him.

After aggressively pulling out mass loads of grass, Jack looked at his tired and red hands. "I'll show them, one day, I'll be the most skilled swordsman, ruling the seven seas with my smarts and unmerciful wrath." Jack laughed at himself and got up. He lightly kicked the pile of grass and walked away, his mind blank.

Soon enough, he found himself wandering around the busy streets, nearing the dock. Boats were bobbing up and down in the calm waves, and massive ships stood proud in the sunlight, showing their magnificence and ferocity for all to see. Jack quickly walked up to one of his favorite ships, The Fearful Cannon. The sails flapped moderately in the wind and Jack could almost feel the spray of the salty sea washing on his face. Sailing had always been joy for him, especially with his father. Even if it was on a little dinghy, he had always enjoyed the felling of sailing.

His head still looking upward, he saw two figures come into view. He instantly recognized his mother, whom he loved dearly. She was always there to dry his tears and comfort him when he felt down. A woman so kind could only be a gift from the heavens, he was forever grateful. Jack smiled at the fact this he had the perfect family, and wished that this feeling of comfort would never go away.

Jack narrowed his eyes and recognized the other person there with his mother. Jonathan Rustling, the owner of the very ship he was staring at. He had been a good friend of his father's, his thunderous laugh amusing to most.

Jack's thoughts were interrupted with a blood curling scream. Looking to where it came from, his eyes opened widely as he noticed that both his mother and Jonathan had disappeared from sight. He started to sprint towards the ship, his heart beating rapidly, telling him to slow down. A faded sound of an unsheathing sword was made jack continued to panick.

"PLEASE Jonathan, you do not want to do this! I'm begging you please!" Tears were now rapidly flowing from her puffy eyes. "You have had too much to drink, please stop!"

Jonathan tightened the grip on this sword, his head pulsating with rage and lust.

"You stupid dirty wench! You will listen to me!" he roughly ripped off her clothes, leaving her to her under dress. Gooseflesh covered her body, the sobs and the screams uncontrollable now. He forced her onto the deck of the ship.

"Jonathan please stop-"A firm hand covered her mouth and his sword lay across her neck. "One more scream, and I will end your life now…" She quickly nodded closed her eyes. The kind man she once knew was now possessed.

With one hand he lifted her dress and roughly pulled down his dirty pants, his other hand still pushing down on her head into the hard wood.

With one swift thrust, an unbearable pain had overcome her body, she could not do anything to stop it.

Jack's eyes were blurred with tears as continuous screams came from the ship he was now climbing up the ladder, listening closely for any words being said, but only shouts and cries for help could be heard. But suddenly, the screams stopped. He climbed even faster.

It seemed like hours before her finally reached the deck, and what he saw was too much for him to handle. There limply on the deck, was his mother unconscious. Jack walked cautiously to her, his face heated with anger and tears.

The skirt of her under dress laid on her thighs, just enough to cover her private area. There were bruises all over her arms and her chest and her face was covered with scratches filled with dots of red. But what had scared Jack the most was that her abdomen was covered with dark blood, rapidly staining the bit of clothes she had left. Her once flowing her was now sprayed everywhere like a madwoman, some pieces sticking to her face with sweat.

Jack knelt down beside his mother's limp body and cried uncontrollably. The woman he loved so dearly was now lying bloody and bruised. His heart hardened immediately and he knew that his wish would never, in this life, come true.

Jack looked up at Elizabeth, his face strained with agony. He had never told anyone of that incident, even though it had affected his life forever.

Soft tears were flowing from Elizabeth's eyes, her hand covering her mouth. She only mumbled one thing.

"Oh Jack…"