William Turner walked through the streets of Port Royal at twilight. The blacksmith/Pirate Lord was deep in thought about his twenty year old son, William III.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." Will apologized to the young girl he accidently bumped into.
"It's ok, I was actually lookin' fer ye, Captain Tyler, or Mr. Turner if ye prefer." The girl smiled.
"Oh you were? What do you need?" Will asked a little bit shocked.
"I be wishin' to lean to be a blacksmith, savvy?" She grinned.
"Hmm… Come with me and we'll discuss this over a drink, all right?" Will said.
"Aye," The girl nodded. They soon entered the Royal Anchor.
"I'll tell you what; I'll train you in both swordplay and how to be a blacksmith." Will said as they sat down.
"I don't need training in swordplay, I've got that covered, mate." The girl grinned.
"You don't huh?" Will grinned, "I'll need you to show me what you got later. Who trained you, might I ask?"
"Aye I'll show ye. At first I trained meself, then when me mum saw how good I be gettin' she had some pirates 'round where we lived in Singapore to show me a bit more swordplay. Also taught me how to maneuver a ship, now I can do it all by me onesies, I learned to be a pirate basically. I ain't pursued a pirate career, but I ken do it if I want." She sighed looking off into the distance. Will was reminded of when he first met Jack and the rules of what a man can and can't do.
"Course, bein' the daughters o' the most notorious pirate o' the Spanish Main causes need to defend oneself." She mumbled.
"Who is your father?" Will asked.
"I give ye three guesses and three hints." She smirked.
"I'll take a hint first." Will said, knowing he needed to narrow the possibilities down a bit.
"Well, 'e's a captain." She smirked.
"Davy Jones?" Will muttered.
"Thank goodness no!" she breathed.
"I'll take another hint." Will said.
"'e was once immortal." She leaned forward a little bit, looking directly in Will's eyes.
"Barbossa?" Will tried.
"Closer, but alas no." she smirked.
"I'll take my last hint." Will was thinking he might know who he was, but it couldn't be.
"He be quite partial to 'is rum." She grinned.
"J-Ja-Jack S-Sp-Sparrow?" Will stuttered. She smirked and leaned back in her chair.
"Aye, the one and only." She smiled.
"You're not joking are you? Who was your mother? What is your name?" Will couldn't believe it! He should have seen it, the black hair, the brown eyes; she was the spitting image of Jack, for crying out loud!
"No I'm not joking. Me name's Keira Sparrow. Me mum's name was Margaret Garside." She said as she once again leaned forward.
"I didn't know he had a daughter." Will sighed.
"I don't know if 'e does either. I never met 'im. I don't know if 'e'll even like me…" She mumbled.
"I'm sure he will." Will smiled at her.
"Thank ye, now about the smith training, do we have an accord?" Keira asked.
"We have an accord." Will said.