"Dad! Look at all this!" Julia shouted at Teague the next morning. She ended up staying overnight in the Sleeping Quarters, still too angry with Barbossa to return to the Revenge. Now Teague was reading a book like he did every morning while she complained about the dust.

"It ain't that bad." Teague replied absentmindedly.

"Dad, there are boot prints on the floor." Julia pointed out.

Teague glanced over the cover his book casually. "Huh. I just thought you all had dirty boots."

Julia frowned at her father. She knew that Teague didn't care for cleaning and she remembered spending days trying to clean the Captain's Cabin while he left half full bottles of rum here and there. But the fact that the cabin was so dusty that everything that wasn't recently used had a grey tinge to it was too much. "Well, where's the broom?"

"Broom?"

"You know, the long thing with the straw at the end to clean the floor?"

"I know what a broom is. I didn't know I owned one."

"You didn't. I bought it and left it in the corner."

"Ah! That broom! Now I remember. I traded it to some mad woman in London. Not sure why she wanted it, but it was all she wanted for Jackie's jacket and hat."

Julia looked out the window towards the deck. Jack was talking to one of the men, not wearing the jacket or hat. "Why doesn't he wear-"

"Am I dead?" Teague asked evenly.

"No."

"Exactly." Teague replied. "I'm still living and still the Captain of the Troubadour."

Julia nodded slowly. "Then shouldn't you be captaining the Troubadour?"

Teague leaned back in the chair. "I trust Jackie to captain her as I'd like."

Julia shook her head again with a small smile on her face. "I'm glad your logic doesn't seem to make any more sense than it did before."

Teague looked up at his daughter and suddenly noticed how much she had changed in three years. That smile made her look just like her mother. He looked back down at the pages of the book. "Cathy-"

"Julia."

"I think there's a broom in the Rum Locker." Teague said. "Your Mum kept one there for broken bottles."

After Julia left, Teague sighed sadly as he stood up. There was no broom in the Rum Locker. He just wanted to be alone. Having his daughter complain about the dust reminded him of so many conversations he had with his wife decades before. He walked across the cabin, drew a curtain over the window and locked the door. Then, he sat with his back against the door, thinking about his wife.

Danielle was the daughter of a family-owned inn called the Sparrow's Nest, which has been nicknamed the Nest. When Teague met her, she was running the Nest alone while her brother tried to make a career for himself pirating. She didn't catch Teague's eye at first. She was pretty plain looking at first; sun tanned skin, long brown hair loosely pulled back, same clothes as any other teenage girl.

The second time they met, Danielle tripped on a guitar case Teague had left in the middle of a quiet road. When he helped her up, her eyes caught his. They were brown, but they almost looked red. He was amazed by her eyes, and later by her words and her laughter. Soon, he brought her to Shipwreck Cove and they lived there for the rest of her life.

He would tell anyone that he didn't care for Danielle before Jack's birth, but Teague loved her since they talked the night away in the Sparrow's Nest.

"Oi!" Jack shouted into the Rum Locker. "Before you destroy all of it, I'd greatly appreciate if I were given a chance to spare some of the rum."

Julia was searching the Rum Locker for the broom. She already knocked a few half empty bottles onto the floor, making her search more and more frantic. She had to find the broom to clean her dad's cabin plus the mess she was currently making. "Go away Jack."

"What happened? I thought we got along fairly well considering-"

"Considering you slept with my…with Hector, you should be grateful I only slapped you."

Jack thought for a moment, then raised one finger on each hand. "The fact that I may have shared a bed with Barbossa-not saying I did-is irrelevant to the fact that you, to my great disgust, are currently sleeping with the man because when we were supposed to have done the act which may or may not have been performed, you weren't even born yet."

"But it doesn't change the fact that you did."

"I don't recall admitting having done anything in that nature with Barbossa." Jack then smirked as he leaned against a shelf. "Darling, jealousy never looks pretty."

"I'm not jealous!"

"And yet here you are, looking for something that may or may not exist while fuming over an event that may or may not have happened between the man you're sleeping with and your brother before you were even born."

Julia frowned, looking at her reflection in a puddle of rum. "When you put it that way…."

Jack's smirk grew. "I am the older brother here. You ought to listen to me cause I am older and have been through everything before you and all that."

"You're a little too late to be saying that."

"It'll be too late when I'm dead."

"You died already, remember? The kraken? Captain Elizabeth told me about it."

Jack rolled his eyes. "I came back. That doesn't count for anything except to prove that I've been through everything." He then leaned closer to his sister. "And she couldn't have told you about it. She didn't see what I saw."

Julia watched Jack, shocked by the seriousness in his eyes. At the mention of the kraken, his eyes had suddenly gone cold. It reminded her of Teague right before he lost it. She reached out and held his hand. "Jack? I'm sorry."

Jack smiled as though nothing happened. "What? That's the past. I came back in one piece and…."

"And?"

"What are you looking for?"

"Dad said Mum left a broom here. Have you seen it?"

Jack shook his head. "Mum didn't leave a broom here. Why would she? She had the Misty Lady remember?" He replied. "You know, I think there might be one-"

"Oh forget it!" Julia shouted, throwing her hands in the air as she walked away. "Dad can clean his own damn cabin! I have my own problems to deal with!"

Jack grabbed a bottle of rum, pulled the cork out, and took a large swing. He thought he was over the hallucinations. After Davy Jones was killed, his hallucinations went away and stayed away for over ten years. But then he saw the skulls at the beach, and just seconds ago he saw what looked to be the shadow of large webbed wings behind Julia. He knew they weren't real, but it still didn't stop the fact that he was seeing things again.

Or the fact that he was having nightmares of the kraken again. Jack knew the kraken was dead but the memory of it was still there. When he closed his eyes, Jack could still picture the huge razor sharp teeth as though they were really right in front of him. He could still smell its rancid breath. When he dreamed, he still felt his bones shattering all at once in the kraken's mouth. Perhaps, even after ten years, Jack Sparrow still hadn't completely escaped the Locker.

Jack was fun to write here. I don't remember how much chocolate and soda I consumed before I started this chapter. I may even have had a drink (mudslide) before writing this...