Jack watched as Julia and Barbossa sat side by side at their bon fire. The Troubadour ended up being moved to the same side of the island. Teague was more comfortable with the idea of the Queen Anne's Revenge being within the range of the guns, just in case. Now there were two bon fires on the beach. Jack and Teague sat at one and Julia and Barbossa were at the other. The two crews had spent some time helping each other gather fire wood and fish and ended up mixed together at the two fires. Scrum ended up with Jack.

"You're lookin' awful green Captain Sparrow sir." Scrum commented.

Jack cringed, already knowing that Teague's glare has probably shifted from Barbossa to him. He pointed back at Teague. "He's the captain."

"But didn't you say you're Captain Jack Sparrow?"

"Scrum mate, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow yes, but Edward Teague here is Captain of the Troubadour and I'm technically part of his crew."

"So you are Captain Sparrow but you're not?"

This time, Teague replied, "Jackie here has been constantly calling himself a captain since he was a teenager." He then turned to Jack. "How old were you Boy? Fifteen? Eighteen?"

"I was a captain." Jack insisted.

"That was not a ship. That was an old fishing boat. I'm still shocked it didn't sink under you."

"Can I please have a conversation with my mate here without you?" Jack asked as politely as he could muster.

Instead, Teague turned to Scrum. "I was told you're Scrum."

"Aye Captain sir."

Teague nodded, before gesturing toward Julia. "Tell me, how much do you all know about Catherine there."

"I don't know a Catherine."

Teague rolled his eyes. "Julia then."

"Miss Julia is a good woman. She stays mostly by Captain Barbossa's side and gets whatever he needs. Then a couple of days ago, she took command of the Revenge. Temporary of course. Just long enough for us to outrun you."

Teague smiled proudly at his daughter's captaining ability. Only eighteen and she was already capable of single handedly commanding a ship efficiently. At that age, Jack could barely handle a fishing boat. His wife always told him that their little girl had just as much potential as her older brother, but Teague still found himself being surprised.

"We ain't supposed to know about it, but she and Barbossa also share the Captain's Cabin." Scrum continued, before a thoughtful look appeared on his face. "Actually, the first night here they spent it somewhere in the jungle."

Teague's smile dropped.

Jack couldn't help but to turn toward Julia and Barbossa again. He watched from a distance as Barbossa told the men at his fire a story. It seemed to be a very interesting story, capturing everyone's attention the way only Hector Barbossa could. Jack could see Julia smiling at Barbossa, holding his hand as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

Jack could still remember a time when that would've been him. He remembered long nights that seemed to flash by as he listened to Barbossa tell a story. Most stories were ones he heard from someone else, but he told them so well. Jack couldn't even remember those stories now, but he remembered Barbossa's rough hand around his and the hard shoulder under his cheek.

Part of Jack was furious that Barbossa was sleeping with his younger sister. Another part of him felt betrayed by the fact that Barbossa could replace him with anyone. It made him feel angry, betrayed, and a little sick to see Barbossa and Julia look so content with each other.

They actually looked like a happy couple.

As Jack watched, something strange happened. As their fire flared up from more wood being tossed in, three extra shadows appeared behind Julia and Barbossa. It was only for a second and, with no other way to explain it, Jack just assumed that he was hallucinating again.

Jack turned away from them, ready to shrug the strange shadows off…until he saw three skulls staring straight into his eyes just inches away from his face. Startled, Jack shouted as he jumped and fell off the log bench. Everyone at the fire laughed, assuming Jack Sparrow was probably scared by a bug, except for Teague. "You alright Jackie?"

"Yeah." Jack replied, pulling himself back up. The skulls were gone.

Teague narrowed his eyes at Jack. "Have you gotten into my stash again?"

"No Dad. Your stash of herbs is safe."

Teague looked Jack over with some concern, noticing something odd. "Move." He ordered as he gestured for Jack to scoot over. He then picked up a strange dark cloth. He held it up to the fire to examine it. "This isn't yours, is it?"

Jack shook his head. "Never seen it before."

"I've seen that before." Scrum said, catching Jack and Teague's attention. "Captain Barbossa found one on deck a few days ago."

Later that night….

Barbossa was still sitting at the warm fire when Julia finally fell onto his lap. She had fallen asleep a while ago, but somehow kept her head on his shoulder. He looked around to make sure no one was looking, before carefully brushing her hair out of her face. He smiled slightly as he watched her breathe. He loved watching her. There was something about Julia that captured his attention in a way that most things rarely did. As much as he tried not to show it, Barbossa did love having her around, and part of him felt lonely when she wasn't.

Looking up at the night sky, Barbossa wondered for how long the stars twinkled so brightly….

"Hector?" Julia whispered as she started to sit up.

Barbossa shushed her as he pushed her back down. "Rest."

Julia saw the stars beyond Barbossa's head and smiled. "The stars look pretty tonight."

Barbossa nodded.

"Lay with me so we can both see them." Julia suggested with a smile. "You are going to need your rest for tomorrow too Captain Barbossa."

"I believe my name is Hector Barbossa."

Julia's smile grew. "Whatever you say Hector."

I'll be honest, I love writing about Teague as the annoying parent.