Once again, I don't own Jack or anyone/anything from the original Pirates films.

Apologies for how long this took but thankfully my exams are now over and I have the whole holidays to write. This chapter tok me ages so I hope it's worth it.

As one of the largest settlements in Jamaica, Spanish Town had seen its fair share of oddities but even locals who were used to pirates and other riff-raff couldn't help but turn their heads when the Smiths arrived in town the next morning. Those who spent their days in and around the town centre knew each other quite well and visitors always stood out. While they were impeccably dressed, there was something about them that didn't quite fit.

Mr. Smith's clothes were far too tight and he could be seen pulling at them as the couple made their way up the main street. He was wearing a sailor's hat but the fact that he had a full head of messy, dreadlocked hair did not go unnoticed by several of the young female servants who began whispering excitedly.

"Who is he?" one of the mayor's maids asked, as she selected potatoes. Mr. Smith's appearance was causing a bit of a stir.

"John Smith, 'e's an ex-navy sailor," the merchant's daughter chirped excitedly as she counted out the maid's purchases. "I 'eard he's 'ere to retire. That's 'is wife, Missus Smith."

"It's a shame," the maid decided, looking the sailor's wife up and down, "He's so handsome but she looks rather sour."

She was right; Mrs. Smith did not look overly pleased to be walking beside her husband. This lady was dressed a little too well to be a mere sailor's wife, in a pale blue gown that she was struggling to keep off the ground with one hand. In the other, she held a matching parasol aloft and occasionally, if the light hit her the right way, she appeared to have tattoos across her chest.

"Wonder why she's bov'ring with that umbrella,' the merchant's daughter noted sceptically, "What with her bein' so dark ta begin wiff."

"Oh, I suppose it's just for show," the maid brushed it off, getting ready to head back to her employer's house, "But those markings and so dark! Do you think she's foreign?"

Both women chanced another look at the Smiths before promptly wishing they hadn't. Instead of meeting eyes with the handsome gentleman, they locked eyes with the Smiths' black servant, who appeared less than impressed. One glare from him was enough to have both women scurrying back to their own business; the amount of piercings he had was reason to be wary in itself.

Jack continued to tug at the clothes making up his disguise as they made their way to the cathedral in the centre of town. The pants, which were part of the vast wardrobe that Anney had collected during the last thirteen years, rode up and he wasn't used to this state of cleanliness.

"Move it along, Anney," he begged out of the side of his mouth, "It's too 'ot for this many clothes." Captain Fox insisted on playing her part with the upmost of care but Jack, like any self-respecting pirate, wasn't overly enthusiastic about the project if there wasn't any clear benefit for him.

"I should be expecting that kind of lewd commentary from you by now, Sparrow," Anney muttered, before feigning a charming smile at the town baker. "Besides, we should be using this opportunity to admire Spanish Town now; we're going to need to leave rather quickly." She sighed, looking at some of the grand clothes in shop windows. "News seems to travel fast here."

"Ye not half-wrong," Jack agreed, tipping his hat with ridiculous grandeur to a passing woman, "John Smith's been 'ere five minutes and 'e's already more famous than I am." Anney merely rolled her eyes.

They were soon at the cathedral and after waving off a potentially senile elderly woman who had invited them round for tea, Anney turned Jack. He had never seen her so serious, except for maybe the previous evening.

"I am to do all the talking, do you understand me?" she asked through gritted teeth. Jack's eyes darted to the several nuns who were watching children in the yard and hoped for the sake of his masculinity that they weren't seeing this. "I will not have you ruin this for me, Sparrow!" she spat as a final warning. Christopher was going to wait for them around the corner. For obvious reasons, they had decided it would be better not to look dangerous and there was something about Christopher that just screamed danger.

"Aye-aye, sir!" Jack saluted with mock enthusiasm and she shot him a look a pure hatred. He wasn't really sure what else she had been expecting; he was Jack Sparrow, what did he know about parenthood?

As she started off down the dirt path at a cracking pace, he lurched after her. He already pitied John Smith for his choice of wife; the poor bloke didn't need people thinking his missus wore the pants as well.

"Excuse me, sister" Anney approached the nearest nun, transforming into the epitome of kindness, "But is it possible that I might speak with whoever is in charge here?" Though she was now a pirate, Anne Fox was still a lady in speech.

"Zee Mother Superior?" the young nun, who was apparently French, responded. She was clearly a little taken aback. "May I ask vat dis is regarding, Madame?" The Captain's tattoos had clearly not escaped her attention.

"Oh of course," Anney replied, turning on the charm, "How silly of me! My name is Elizabeth Smith and this is my husband," she gestured to Jack, "John."

"Pleasure,"Jack interjected, bowing to the young woman and Anney closed her eyes momentarily, as if in pain.

"Regrettably, we had to leave our daughter here several years ago but now we're far better off and we would love to take her back," the lady captain finished earnestly, placing a hand on her heart.

"Yes, it was a ghastly business," Jack added mournfully in the best pompous accent he could muster. Anney stared at him blankly but fortunately the French nun had an epiphany at that very moment.

"Smeeth? But of course, you must be zee parents of Charlette!" She stared at the strange couple in wide-eyed wonder. "We are so fond of Charlette 'ere; she iz quite brilliant, Madame and Monsieur."

Charlotte, his niece's name was Charlotte. Up until now, Jack had still been sceptical of the child's existence but now that this little Anney and Ed hybrid had a name she seemed real.

"She 'as your eyes, Monsieur."

Jack felt something stir in him. "Does she really?"

"So now you see why we must speak with your Mother Superior," Anney spoke up impatiently, clearly annoyed at the lack of attention she was getting, despite being the only biological parent present, "We love our brilliant daughter very much and long to have her back with us."

"I understand completely, Madame," the young nun assured her sincerely, "I weel take you to zee Muzzer."

"Thank you, m'-my dear," Jack stumbled, taking her hand and kissing it swiftly. Anney looked appalled but the woman only blushed furiously, before turning quickly on her heel and heading up the convent steps. The two captains presumed they were to follow but before moving off, Anney patted the side on which she had had her knife concealed the previous evening in warning; they hadn't even seen Charlotte yet and already Sparrow was ruining her carefully laid plan.

Fortunately for Anney, there were several flights of stairs between the ground floor and the Mother Superior's lodgings and since their French guide had gotten a head start, she was far enough out of earshot for her to give a scathing adjudication of Jack's performance so far.

"Pathetic," she spat into his ear from the step below, "Your accent is all over the place. I've seen you do better before, I don't even think you're trying. I think you just don't like me telling you what to do."

Jack was doing his best to ignore this. He had learnt long ago that if one simply let Anney talk herself into oblivion, she got so frustrated that she eventually couldn't be bothered to continue.

"And trying to seduce a nun?" she whispered in disgust, "If I didn't already know you were going to hell, I'm now positive."

The French nun turned around, still looking rather embarrassed from her ordeal. "Please wait 'ere Madame and Monsieur, I vill need to inform 'er you are 'ere."

"Of course," Anney responded, clasping her hands together and returning to her false pleasantness, "Take all the time you need, Sister." As the nun shut the door, her sweet smile quickly disappeared. Now that they were finally alone, Jack seized his chance.

"Anney, m'love," he began, "It only seems fair that now I've done somethin' for you, ye' ought to do help me with an endeavour of me own."

Captain Fox raised a dark, perfect eyebrow. Anney was tough but she was fair and would be the first to admit that she did now owe Jack. "Go on..."

"Well, the other night in Tortuga, 'fore I was floored by that oaf you call Christopher..."

"Watch your mouth! That's my first mate your talking about."

"Regardless o' that, before I were knocked out I 'eard somethin' very interestin'." He ended his sentence there to create suspense and Anney rolled her eyes at his theatrics.

"Go on."

"Now, you'd be familiar with the legend o' the Southern Cont'nent o' course..."

"Obviously," Anney snapped, "I'm a pirate. Where is this going Sparrow?"

"Well..."

At that very moment, the door to the office swung open again and Jack was forced to end his pitch. He was beginning to lose hope that he would ever gain a crew and be able to claim the land before Barbossa but he supposed there were ways around that; he could always capture the land and everything it had to offer from under the old man's nose. He had done so before, hadn't he?

"Ah," smiled a much older and squatter nun, as the French one from before ushered them in, "You must be the Smiths." There was a distinct lack of furniture in the room so they were offered a lounge chair to share. The Mother Superior positioned herself in a single, hard-backed chair in front of them and the Sister remained standing by the door, next to her were an alcove in the wall that housed a figure of the Madonna and a candlestick in an ornate holder.

The older woman did not seem at all perturbed by their appearance and it wasn't until he looked into her eyes that Jack realised this was because she was going blind, Perhaps this was going to be easier than they had thought.

"I'm sorry about the state of the place," she apologised, "The cathedral orphanage doesn't really get many visitors, as you can well imagine, I'm sure."

"Can't think why," Jack said sarcastically and Anney threw him another women-only look. The old nun either didn't hear or simply pretended not to.

"But your Charlotte's parents!" she said, as if this was the most wonderful surprise in the world.

"Yes," Anney answered, beginning to lose her patience, "And if it's not too much trouble we would like to take her back. You will recall, in my original letter, I did say I would be back for her one day." Jack nodded at this, pretending he knew more about Charlotte's abandonment than he really did.

"I am aware. Sister Bernard has explained the situation to me," she continued to smile. Anney was confused about how one could be so cheerful with so few possessions but brushed it aside. There were more important things to be attended to. "Go fetch Charlotte please, Sister," the older woman instructed the nun at the door and Sister Bernard left them.

"You seem such a charming couple," she decided, though they had barely spoken, "Which makes me wonder why you ever gave Charlotte away in the first place?"

Anney, taking her cue, placed a hand on her heart, as if in pain. "Oh it is such a sad story!" She produced a lace handkerchief seemingly from nowhere and began to dab her dry eyes with it. "We were so young and so terribly poor, Mother Superior. We couldn't feed her."

Jack patted her shoulder mechanically. It seemed like the sort of thing a husband would do.

"But you seem to be doing so well for yourselves now," the nun consoled Anney, despite the fact that she knew nothing about them, "So it makes sense that you would want a beloved daughter back."

"Thank you for understanding," Anney said, in a voice that sounded nothing like her own. "We had to go away to Port Royal to find work and we missed her ever so much."

"I think you'll be pleased to know she is doing quite well then," the nun continued the praise them, "You have a very accomplished daughter, Mr and Mrs Smith."

"She must take after her father," Jack piped up and Anney fought the urge to snort.

Once again, conversation was interrupted by the opening of the same door. Anney quickly climbed to her feet, only slowed down a little by her gown. As she looked to the doorway, Jack could have sworn that for the first time in living memory, there was a tear in her eye. He turned his head to have a look for himself and was rendered speechless.

Charlotte was even lovelier than he had imagined, easily the most beautiful little girl he had ever seen. At nine years of age she looked so much like Anney but with a fair amount of Edward, just for good measre. He was stunned to realise that Sister Bernard had been right- her eyes were the same as both his and his brother's. How odd it was to think that such a little person could be his own flesh and blood.

When the gorgeous creature spoke, it was with a voice that held wisdom beyond her years and Jack was instantly reminded of when Anney had first appeared the previous evening. "Hello Mummy." Her eyes quickly took in Jack before meeting with her mother's and receiving some kind of signal. "Hello, Daddy," she added promptly, "I've missed you."

A/N: The old "John Smith" alias, works everytime. So, what did you guys think of this chapter? I liked it, I think and I think I'm going to love Charlotte too. I promise Ed will turn up soon too, I just think they should actually set sail first.