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Chapter Three: His Treasure
Once Jack had closed his cabin doors, thrown his hat and coat on a peg he plopped down in a chair and stared at the elegantly painted map of the whole Caribbean Islands. He slowly unfolded the piece of cloth that had taken him so long to get his hands on. In a way this was the key to getting the key of his salvation. And his daughters.
Jessa. Smart and beautiful Jessa. She was the most beautiful treasure in the whole Caribbean. At least in Jack's opinion.
The 16 year-old had chin length soft midnight black hair. Her eyes the color of healthy brown. Her Jamaican traits shown clearly in her slightly accented voice and her light mocha skin. But though she didn't have much of her fathers looks she had his quick tongue and sharp mind. She was gaining a respectable vocabulary of words that were meant for the opportune moment. In other words she was gaining a vocabulary of opportune words.
Jessa always wore black pants that ended just were her brown leather boots began. She liked wearing loose shirts with a cloth half corset to keep it from bagging out around her and getting in the way. His daughter always wore that old leather belt that he had given to her when she was five. On that belt she had small sword there. It wasn't fancy or anything but it served its purpose. But tucked into that belt was a pair of Spanish dual pistols. Which Jack noticed she polished and reloaded them often. She also kept a little brass spy glass on her belt.
But her most prized possession, which Jack had asked personally, was the silver heart shaped locket/music box. The song played a joyous melody. Jessa had played it many times while sitting in the crow's nest. Which the crew had decided to dub as The Fledgling's Perch because Jessa spent as much time as she could up there. But the most beautiful part of the locket was the carved face of Tia Dalma on the front. Tia's face was much younger. In fact it was of Tia when she was younger.
Jack loved his secret wife so much. The reason for it being secret was because Jack had many enemies and if they knew he was married, it would be his family they would go after first. And the only people on the Pearl that knew Jessa's last name and that they were father and daughter was Jacks first mate, Mr.Gibbs and the midget Marty.
Yes Jessa was Jack's one and only true treasure. As he walked out to the deck he grabbed a woolen blanket and clambered up the ropes to the crow's nest. As he had expected Jessa had once agian fallen asleep up here. Her excuse, that the waves and her locket lulled her asleep.
Jack wrapped the blanket around Jessa tenderly. She stirred slightly but did not awaken. He bent down and kissed his daughters soft cheek lightly. "Sleep well Luv." And he walked back to the Captains Quarters.
Jack quickly spun around the room in a frantic panic.
"Were's the rum?"
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