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Disclaimer: No, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean (characters, plot, dialogue, etc.). Any other tid-bits of creativity, however, are mine… in which I hope you will enjoy.

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Meeting Teague

After a week in the Bahamas for their honeymoon, and allowing the crew of the Pearl holiday during this time as well, Jack recruited everyone again and turned the ship toward Tortuga. To no surprise, as he was sure the crew used his marriage and honeymoon as an excuse to celebrate, the Pearl was low on some supplies – primarily rum, which was a commodity Jack didn't want to go sailing about without.


"So where are we off to," Katrina began to ask as she approached her husband at the helm as the Pearl came into port one evening, "after we restock here?"

"Oh, I don't know, love," Jack gave a small smile as the anchor was lowered. "Did ye have any place in particular ye wished t' explore?"

Katrina smirked. "Don't try to play me, Jack Sparrow. You've been digging through one book after another during these past weeks as we made our way here. You've already got something in mind. Haven't you?"

Seeing a signal from Gibbs from the deck below, Jack released the wheel of the Pearl and began walking away toward the stairs. "Perhaps," he shrugged.

Having caught the mischievous sparkle in his eyes, Katrina quickly followed him down the stairs and into their cabin. "Well?"

"Well what, love?" Jack teased as he took a stand by one of the windows looking into the dimly lit town of Tortuga.

"Come now, Jack, you know what I'm asking of you. What sort of thing is lulling in your mind that you plan to seek once we've resupplied the Pearl?"

Jack had to force himself not to cringe outwardly at how close to truth that this 'thing' he was now after lulled in his mind.

"Is it treasure?" Katrina went on to ask when Jack gave no answer.

Jack perked up at hearing this suggested, possible answer. "Aye," he turned to her with a grin. "It's a kind o' treasure."

With a hint of excitement, Katrina took a few eager steps to be closer to Jack. "Well? Go on!"

Jack's eyes widened momentarily as he panicked about how to explain what he was after to her without exactly explaining it at all. "Alright. This treasure is a special sort o' treasure in that, like the Aztec gold, it has what ye may like t' call a supernatural quality to it."

"What kind of supernatural quality?"

"Well, for you and me," Jack thought quickly, "it's a treasure that will bring ease to our future."


"Well… uh… it'll give us ease about our life together, about being together, living together… things of that sort"

Katrina frowned. "That's it?"

"Well… this treasure, love, is of great value and worth to me – er, us – because it can give us answers t' any and all our questions about my – er, our future – and therefore we must act fast and find this treasure before my time – I mean, its time – runs out."

"What do you mean before 'its time runs out'?"

"This treasure," Jack went on in a convincing manner, "well, it only appears for thirteen years at a time, darlin', and as of now this treasure has already been about for twelve years. We've only a year left before I – I mean, it – disappears. Savvy?"

"And if we don't make it in time to finding this treasure," Katrina began trying to understand the significance of this treasure, "surely it won't be the end of the world, would it, Jack?"

Jack gulped at the thought. "Well, maybe not for you, love, but it would be for me. Look darlin', the best way I can put it is like this: twelve years ago I was foolish in thinking this bargain – er, treasure – was of no good. I had very different goals at the time… mostly due to anger after having worked for the East India Trading Company. However, I only found out a year ago, being with you, that this deal – uh, treasure – is in fact very valuable and a far too precious kind o' treasure that needs to be renegotia – I mean, found – in order for us to have a real life, living together."

Katrina didn't say anything to Jack as she raised an eyebrow skeptically at him.

In return, Jack gave her a long, sad face as he asked with a heart-breaking voice, "You believe me, don't you, Katrina? ¿Mi vida?"

Katrina sighed knowing she couldn't fight the helpless looking pirate before her. "Yes, corazon, I believe you."

Jack cracked a small smile as he instantly took her hands in his own and kissed the backs of them.

"So how do we start looking for this treasure?"

Jack exhaled in relief upon hearing this. "I thought you'd never ask, love. We first need to find the key and then locate the chest it belongs to."

"And do you know where this key can be found?"

"I've a small idea o' where it can be found… but the problem with that location is that there are many keys and hiding places within that vessel – er, location."

"And you don't happen to know what it looks like, do you?"

"Not the slightest, darlin'."

Katrina pulled her hands away from Jack. "Well then how are we to find what it looks like? There can't possibly be an actual drawing of it somewhere, can there?"

Jack brought a hand to his head. "Not sure, but that's what we need t' do first: start askin' around if anyone knows what the key looks like… get a description o' it… and, if we're lucky, get a drawing of it."

"Is that part of the reason why we've come to Tortuga?"

Jack lowered his hand as a broad grin appeared on his face. "Exactly. Word gets 'round fast in the pirating world."


Leaving a little less than a third of the crew aboard the ship for the first shift of watch for the night, Jack and Katrina followed behind the remainder of the crew into the busy streets of Tortuga.

"Keep close, love," Jack whispered to his wife as his grasp around her waist grew tighter. "The dress I got ye is causin' eyes t' wander your way."

Katrina looked down at her rose-colored gown before looking at the men they passed by nervously. "Are you sure?"

"Aye, just keep your eyes on me. Don't give any o' those men the slightest idea that you might be interested in them or there'll be trouble."

Katrina at once brought her full attention to Jack. "You were the one that wanted me to get all dressed up."

"My mistake, love, I'll be sure not to let it happen again."

"But I don't understand. I ran through these streets before when I was looking for you and Will. And I ran through them again on my own to the ship. Not a single man bothered me."

Jack shook his head. "I'm sure you were in too big o' a hurry t' notice anyone eyein' you. This time could be a bit different 'cause you're dressed much nicer than the whores o' this place and you're with me."

Leaving the conversation at that, Katrina didn't utter another word. The two carried on silently, Jack looking forward, she looking at Jack, until they reached Jack's favorite pub The Faithful Bride.


As they entered the pub, Jack noticed immediately that something was different. Sure, there were men busily chatting away and drinking, others making out with wenches and yet, it was not as loud as usual, or rowdy as usual – in fact, there weren't any fights going on at all as there usually were.

"Somethin's not right," Jack mumbled to Katrina before guiding her to the line of empty barstools at the bar.

After helping Katrina take a seat, Jack took the seat next to her and called for the barmaid.

"Well, look who it is!" the barmaid cried happily. Then seeing Katrina asked Jack, "And who's the lucky lady?"

"Annie," Jack addressed the young woman on the other side of the counter, "this is me lovely wife, Katrina. Katrina, love, this 'ere is a dear ol' friend from me stops 'ere at this pub, Annie."

Katrina gave Jack an unhappy look, causing him to laugh. "No, love, ye don't 'ave t' worry. Annie's not like one of 'em girls."

"Ha!" Annie chimed in. "And I won't e'er be one o' them girls! No worries, Katrina, I only served your poor husband enough rum to drown himself in it… and sadly had t' listen t' all the stories that came along wi' ordering each bottle."

Katrina giggled softly at hearing this. "Poor him? I think it comes across more as poor you for having to put up with him."

"Hey now," Jack pointed out as Annie laughed.

"But a wife!" Annie ignored Jack. "And I thought I'd never see the day!" She then enthusiastically brought her hand out and Katrina obliging accepted the shake. "How wonderful it is t' meet ye, Katrina!"

Katrina gave the pretty blonde a sweet smile. "And to meet you as well, Annie."

"You are just too cute!" Annie cheered as their hands departed. "Look at you! You're like a porcelain doll! How on earth did ye manage t' capture the heart o' this fool? Or better yet, how on earth did he capture yours?"

Katrina laughed a bit embarrassed, her cheeks turning pink. "Well, when you have time for a story, Annie, I'll share it with you."

"You are too precious!" Annie laughed as she turned to Jack. "Look at her, Jack, she's blushing over you!"

"I know," Jack chuckled. "And funny part is she's got me wrapped around her finger!"

"Is that so? Oh, how exciting!" Annie nearly squealed with delight as she rummaged behind the counter. "Drinks are on me tonight!"

Katrina laughed. "Oh, Annie, that's not necessary."

"No, no, I insist! For the captain and his new bride!" With that said, Annie set before each of them a mug of rum.

"Can't argue wi' that," Jack laughed before taking a large swig of the alcohol. As he set it back down on the bar, he looked to Annie. "So tell us, Annie, what's goin' on 'ere at the Faithful Bride? I noticed somethin' different the moment we walked in here… it's not quite the same."

The grand smile on Annie's face fell a little. "Aye, Jack. It's been a bit different 'round 'ere for the past four days… e'er since the Keeper o' the Code decided t' drop in."

Jack, who was at the moment taking another gulp of his drink, nearly choked. "What was that?"

"The Keeper o' the Code, Jack. He came 'ere four days ago to restock his ship 'fore continuin' on his way. While his men were busy he stepped in 'ere for his usual drink t' pass the time. Turns out some rumor 'bout his son reached his ears. Since then the poor man's been broodin' in a corner." Annie paused as she lowered her voice, "Think he's been contemplatin' on what to do… overheard some o' his men say he's tryin' to decide if he should confront his son or just go about his own way. If ye ask me, either choice is makin' him very unhappy."

Jack slowly put down his mug and forced a smile. "Ye don't say?"

"Aye, 'tis true. He's an odd man… very quiet."

Jack gave a curt nod and then looked to Katrina who was taking a sip of her rum. "I think we best get back t' the ship, love. It's gettin' late."

"But Jack, we just got here-"

Jack didn't pay any attention to his wife as he quickly threw some coins onto the counter and stood from the barstool. "Thanks for your trouble, Annie. We'll catch ye later. I just remembered that there's somethin' we need t' take care o' back on the ship." Jack then grabbed Katrina's arm, helping her from the barstool she was sitting on and then began ushering her toward the front doors.

"Jack!" Katrina tried to yell at him as she was forced to keep a hurried pace forward, weaving between the crowd. "What is going on?"

Jack, however, didn't have time to answer as they came to sudden halt. Two large men had appeared in front of them blocking their way to the front door, their muscular arms crossed over their chests.

"Leavin' so soon?" one of the brutes asked Jack.

"Leavin' the pub or the island? You'll 'ave t' be more specific, mate."

The man leaned forward, closer to Jack. "You didn't pay your respects."

Still trying to find a way out of the situation Jack went on playing dumb. "T' whom?"

The first man straightened up as the second one, who had remained silent until now, gave a loud grunt and then gestured with a nod of his head toward the back corner of the pub.

"Ah, but we're on a tight schedule. Perhaps we can reschedule the visit for another time… now if you'll excuse us-"

The two large pirates gave a flat reply by taking one giant step forward so that Jack and Katrina's noses nearly touched the collarbone of the men.

"Or we could have that visit now," Jack swallowed. He then turned around, taking Katrina by the hand, though she was already grasping his arm, and then led her to the lonely back corner of the pub with the two pirates following all too-closely from behind.

When Jack and Katrina, and the guarding pirates, had reached the dim corner of the pub, they found a pirate seated comfortably with his hat pushed low over his eyes.

"Got 'im for ye," one of the pirates informed the keeper. "Seems the rumor is true. If he gives ye any trouble, we'll be just o'er here." He then shoved Jack out of the way before taking a seat with the other man at a nearby table.

After what felt like a long moment of silence, the pirate in the corner nudged his hat up out of his eyes and looked up directly at Jack as he said ever-so-calmly, "It's been a long time, boy."

Jack shifted uneasy. "Aye, sir."

"How come I haven't heard from ye in so long?"

"I've… I've been a bit busy, sir."

The pirate changed his focus to Katrina for a fleeting moment before looking back at Jack. "So I've heard."

Jack gulped, not sure what to say as Katrina took a step closer to him. Not knowing who this man was or what reputation he held, though from the way her husband acted she concluded it was a bad reputation, Katrina looked at the man from over Jack's shoulder. And although she found herself trembling a bit, she couldn't help to notice that there were a few small similarities between Jack and the pirate in the corner.

"So is it true, Jackie?"

Katrina blinked.

"What?" Jack asked nonchalant.

The man tilted his head. "The rumors."

Katrina's eyes went wide as she realized that this man before them, this 'Keeper of the Code' was in fact Jack's father.

"What rumors?"

An annoyed sigh escaped the older pirate's lips. "Of you bein' married."

"Aye," Jack said, having a hard time in looking his father in the eye. "The rumors are true.

The man grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. "No invitation. Not even a written line sent t' your ol' dad?"

Jack lowered his eyes. "No."

"No," the man echoed, shaking his head. "No, I just get t' find out 'bout this new adventure o' yours like every other gent o' fortune, eh?"

Jack slightly lifted his gaze up at his father from having been looking down at his own boots. "Apologies."

The pirate seated in the corner rolled his eyes, obviously disappointed. "Well, are ye goin' t' introduce the lass t' me or not?"

"Oh," Jack suddenly stood up straight, "aye. Uh, Dad… this 'ere is Katrina Banks – er, Sparrow – Katrina Sparrow as o' last week." Jack then turned to Katrina, stepping a little bit away from her so that his father could get a better look at her. "Katrina, this is me Dad… Captain Teague Sparrow."

With an awkward silence attempting to settle in and unsure of what to do to stop it from doing so, Katrina fell in step to what she always did growing up when she met someone knew. "Pleasure to meet you, Captain Teague Sparrow," she said softly as she took up some of her skirt in her left hand, brought her right hand to rest gently at her chest, and lowered into a formal curtsy with a bowed head. After a holding the position a second longer, Katrina gracefully stood back upright.

Teague seemed to give a nod, but then looked to Jack. "Took her from nobility, did ye, Jackie?"

"I didn't kidnap her," Jack said a bit stronger than he meant to.

"Sure your effort t' pull away from your background isn't tryin' t' take o'er again?"

"Thought we were past all that."

"If ye 'ad brought in a lass more like your mother I would say ye were."

Jack simply stared at his father in reply.

Teague gave another sigh. "It don't matter, Jackie. The point is: the sea's no place for a lass like her."

"Ye don't know 'er."

"They're all the same, Jackie… soft, quiet, vulnerable… that's what makes 'em so easy to capture, isn't it?"

"I didn't kidnap her."

Teague ignored his son's comment. "Tell me, Jackie, what makes this one so special?"

Jack didn't say anything.

"Face it, Jackie… you're still trapped in that mindset o' yours t' bein' the best man in an honest, respectable world. It's what made ye turn from me, turn from bein' a pirate, to bein' a sailor, and then captain, for the East India Trading Company."

"That was long ago, Dad. I've learned since then. I'm not in that mindset any more."

Teague shook his head before gesturing with his eyes at Katrina. "Then what is this? Is it not another effort to join society again, boy?"

"No, it's not."

Teague rolled his eyes. "There's no reason for you to 'ave married, Jackie. Especially t' English nobility. Now go along, get the ransom her rich father is willing t' pay for her safe return and give 'er back t' the man."

"That's enough," Katrina unexpectedly spoke up in a flat, strong tone from beside Jack. Until now she had been standing silently and politely next to her husband, taking in everything her new father-in-law had to say, but enough was enough. Though Jack had begun to open his mouth to argue his father, Katrina beat him to it, her face flush with hurt and anger. "How dare you judge the kind of woman that I am," she went on as she released her hold of Jack's hand and took a step forward, waving a pointed index finger at Teague. "Do you honestly think that just because I am of nobility that I am some helpless girl?"

"Not a good idea, love," Jack tried to whisper as he made an effort to grab her arm to pull her back to his side. Katrina, however, angrily wrenched her arm free of Jack and took a step closer so that only the table remained a barrier between her and Teague.

"I'll have you know, Captain Teague, that though I may be from a different point on the horizon than you," Katrina began again, ignoring Jack's attempts to stop her from lashing out further, "I am no fool to have to stand here and take all of your tactless judgments and conceited prejudice all night when I can just as easily return to the Pearl." Katrina paused here as she crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes on the older man, mirroring his defiant pose, before adding, "You may say what you want about being disappointed in me, but I am far more disappointed that I have you as a father-in-law. What man – even a 'gentleman of fortune' – rudely speaks about their son's wife directly in front of her? You would think that the Keeper of the Code, and a father no less, would know better… especially in how to present himself." Seeing that Teague's mouth was in the process of opening, Katrina swiftly drove on bitterly, "And don't you dare give me the short answer your son finds so endearing to say time and time again… pirate or not, you are a man and no man speaks in such a manner before a lady! Or at least, if you must speak about a lady in her presence, have the decency to address her to her face. For after all, we wouldn't want anyone to accuse you of being afraid of personally addressing a 'soft, quiet, vulnerable' lady, now would we?"

Teague, who had eventually closed his mouth again when Katrina went on to conclude her speech, merely gave a nod of the head. He then slowly rose to his feet and said in a calm voice to both his son and daughter-in-law, "Come with me."

"We 'ad better not, Dad," Jack managed to say as he took Katrina's hand in his and pulled her to his side, away from his father. "It's gettin' late and so we really should get back t' the Pearl."

The two large men from earlier, along with two others that seemed to appear from nowhere, came behind and around the sides of Jack and Katrina. "It's not an invitation," one of the men said.

"Well then, we decline the generous command," Katrina said boldly before taking a step slightly behind her husband as Teague began walking around the table toward them.

"There'll be no declinin' of my commands," Teague said when he came to a halt in front of Jack and Katrina. He then motioned with his head toward the front door, in which his men seemed to understand and began pulling the couple away in direction of the ship.


As the group entered the captain's quarters of Teague's ship, two of the men forced Jack and Katrina to take a seat at the table while Teague whispered with the other two.

"I told ye not t' say anything," Jack hissed to his wife as Teague's men left the room.

Katrina didn't comment back as she tried to hold her ground with a somewhat brave look on her face.

As Jack gave an annoyed sigh and slouched in his seat, Katrina tried to ignore him and instead turned her attention to the room around her.

Nearly everything seemed to be of dark mahogany, deep red, and deep gold. There was wood paneling along the bottom portion of the walls; the top portion stained with a dark red paint. The headboard and footboard of the bed along the left wall was intricately carved of Baroque designs, as well as the two nightstands that stood on either side of it – which were covered with a couple of candles, some books, and a few rum bottles. The pillows and blankets that covered it were of a thick, deep red fabric with gold tassels decorating the edges. Then directly above the bed on the wall, to Katrina's surprise, hung a beautiful, gold crucifix.

So that's where Jack gets it, Katrina thought to herself, Pirates of faith… must be where their morality comes from, too.

Looking on, Katrina saw a portrait painting on canvas that was about a foot wide and two-and-a-half feet long, that hung by cables on the wall to the far right of the bed. After a good moment observing it, Katrina came to the conclusion that the portrait was of Jack's mother, for the woman in the painting, though in what seemed to be a light-green dress, appeared quite exotic: her skin was a light brown, as was her hair. She not only had gold earrings, but had gold jewelry pierced through her nose. Katrina shook her head and touched her nose not liking even the imagined thought of having such a piercing through her nose. She then turned for a moment to look at Jack as he was looking at his father, who was still whispering with one of his men, in an unhappy manor. Thank goodness he didn't take on his mother's piercings as well.

Turning back to her tour of the room, Katrina looked to the adjacent wall where an armoire and two large sets of shelves leaned against it. She couldn't quite make out all the spines of the books that filled the shelves, alongside little treasures like tiny stones and seashells, but what she gathered was the majority seemed to be books of history, geography, and philosophy. A rather interesting combination.

"So tell me, boy," Teague's voice broke Katrina's concentration of the surrounding room as the older pirate took a seat next to Jack at the end of the table. "What's been goin' on in that head o' yours?"

Jack gave a sly grin, some of his gold teeth glittering from the candlelight. "You're going t' have t' be more specific than that, Dad."

"What made ye go off marryin' this lass wi'out tellin' me?"

Jack gave a shrug. "Don't know. Thought you were too busy wi' your own things. Then there's the fact you're far away." Jack paused for a moment as he lifted a finger to the corner of his mouth, mocking deep thought before finally replying seriously, "Oh, yes, and I didn't think you'd approve o' her… or me, for that matter."

"What?" Katrina jumped in from Jack's left. "You never told me that."

"And do ye see," Jack looked to his wife with a right hand gesturing to his father, "why I never mentioned that?"

"Be careful, lass," Teague addressed Katrina in a flat tone. "He's a cunning one, that he is."

Trapped sitting between his wife and father, Jack rolled his eyes. "Aye. Let's put the blame on me, once more, eh?"

"Well," Katrina began just as the doors to the cabin opened, "you were the one, in fact, who dismissed my interests in inviting your father to the wedding."

A raised brow came from Teague as one of his crewmen set a fork and small plate with flan in front of each of them at the table.

"I remember you, being in the hurry that you were, said that your father was too far away to be reached and brought about in time. Fine. But, you said nothing of the sort about the situation having to do with not winning his approval."

"Darlin'," Jack whined as he reached out a hand to hold hers, "I'm beggin' ye, please, leave this alone."

In obedience to her husband's plea, Katrina bitterly took up a piece of the custard dessert on her fork and stuffed her mouth.

"Since when 'ave ye ever cared 'bout me approvin' somethin' o' yours, Jackie?" Teague asked calmly.

"Never," Jack answered matter-of-factly before also having a bite of flan.

Taking some flan on his fork as well, Teague held his hand in mid-air for a moment as he said simply, "Then ye should 'ave invited me to the wedding." He then ate the caramel-colored piece off the tip of his fork.


Until Teague, the last of the three, finished eating his dessert, the room was quiet save for the slight splash of the water hitting the hull of the ship. For Jack and Katrina it was a horrible, unsettling silence as they sat waiting for the older pirate to finish eating. But for Teague, he enjoyed every moment of it – watching the interaction between his son and new daughter-in-law: the stolen glances between each other, Katrina's fidgeting of the black pearl that hung about her neck, Jack taking that hand to calm her, Katrina reaching to straighten out a strand of beads among the mess that was Jack's hair, as well as tucking back some of the stray hairs behind his ear, and the slight holding of hands that began on the tabletop in which, after a kiss to the back of Katrina's hand, had mysteriously sunk under the table.

"Well, Jackie," Teague started up as he set his fork on the empty plate, "is there anything else I should know about?"

Jack tilted back his head a bit and narrowed his eyes down at his father. "What d' ye mean?"

"I mean," Teague exhaled, almost as if bored, "are there any other happenings that have occurred that I'm not aware of? Besides you gettin' yourself married."

Jack's eyes flashed wide open for a split second before his face grew relaxed and composed. Katrina, picking up that Jack was holding back on something, crossed her arms, waiting.

However, Jack took his time in thinking of what to say. And as he sat there, his father took up a nearby guitar and began plucking a soft tune.

Katrina immediately recognized the simple, Spanish melody. She couldn't help but turn her gaze from her husband to her father-in-law.

As he continued to play, looking down at the guitar in his hands, and as Jack continued to take forever in answering his father, Katrina found herself itching to join Teague. If only there was a-

Katrina's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as she barely spotted the exact object her fingers were yearning to touch.

Leaning a bit further toward the empty chair to her left she could better see the small, beautifully carved, mahogany pianoforte that had been hiding behind Teague all night.

"Any day, boy," Teague said in a rough voice as he stayed engaged with his instrument.

As Jack began to show outwardly his internal debate by opening and closing his mouth, Katrina rolled her eyes and stood up from the table. This brought Jack out of his thoughts. "Where are you going, love?"

Katrina, to Jack's surprise, ignored him. Instead she walked over to the pianoforte and took a seat on the bench.

"Katrina, love," Jack began with a slight warning, "I don't think my father would appreciate if ye-"

Katrina peeked around Teague's chair and saw the man fully lost in playing the guitar.

"I beg to differ."

Jack cringed at hearing this, but remained fixed in his seat, unsure if his involvement in taking her away from the pianoforte would make matters better or worse. Yet, as he turned his eyes from his wife to his father, the older pirate looked up at him with a genuine grin.

"And anyhow," Katrina spoke again as she placed her fingers on the black and white keys, "I don't know why you're taking so long to answer your father. You're not fooling anyone. You obviously have plenty to say, Jack."

With that said, Katrina joined Teague, in the key of F, bringing a more rounded sound to what had begun as a simple tune.

Jack grimaced as he watched his father and wife play on their different instruments together. And he grimaced all the more when Teague got up out of his seat and stood next to the pianoforte, still playing on his guitar.


"Well done, daughter!" Teague chuckled when, minutes later, their song came to an end.

Catching what he had called her, Katrina beamed happily up at her father-in-law. "Thank you, Captain Teague."

"No, no," Teague waved off as he set down his guitar. "I'll have no more of this 'Captain Teague' business. We're family now… so it'll be Dad, like Jackie. Or," he added as he saw the uncertain look in Katrina's eyes, "it can be Daddy Teague."

"Daddy Teague?" Jack scoffed.

Teague gave his son an unappreciative glare before looking back at Katrina.

"Are you sure?" she asked timidly.

"O' course, daughter," the old pirate smiled. "Come, come… let me 'ear it."

Katrina looked to Jack hesitantly, then back at her father-in-law. "Daddy Teague, are you sure you wish for me to call you by such name?"

"Ha!" Teague cheered. "That sounds wonderful, daughter. I want to hear ye call me name like that from now on. Savvy?"

Katrina gave another smile, no longer shy or uncertain about how to call her father-in-law. "Yes."

"Good!" Teague clapped his hands. He then picked up his guitar once again. "Now, how 'bout another tune?"

Katrina smirked, her fingers eager to play more. "Ready when you are, Daddy Teague."

With another low rumble of chuckling, Teague plucked a few strings. "See if ye recognize this tune and keep up with me." He then went on to play a familiar old sea tune.


After another two hours of playing songs together, Jack finally convinced his father and wife to part for the night. Though at first he was relieved to have gotten out of answering his father about holding back any other surprises, and glad that his father had approved his new bride, he was irritated after an hour when he noticed how well his father and wife were getting along. Teague seemed to grow in fondness of Katrina by the minute and it was annoying him.

"Well," Teague said as he led Katrina and Jack to the double-doors of the cabin, "it seems me boy did good after all. You are very much a lass of your own, Katrina… very spirited… very free."

Hearing this, Katrina gave her father-in-law a sweet smile. "Thank you."

"Now tell me, daughter, does Jackie really use the excuse of being a pirate for everything?"

"Wait… what?" Jack cried out.

Katrina's smile widened. "Yes… from stealing a map to stealing my pillow when going to bed."

Teague grinned. "That sounds like 'im."

"Hey, now," Jack started as he pointed a finger at Katrina, then his father, "don't start gainin' up on me. I didn't do anything 'ere."

"You're right, Jackie. You just stood there and let me verbally beat me new daughter. That wasn't very nice o' you."

Jack, who had opened his mouth to say something, closed his mouth in confusion – that wasn't what he expected his father to say.

"I'm glad somebody noticed," Katrina added pleasantly to Teague before looking at Jack and saying, "Though you did try a few times to argue… I suppose."

"That's just how the boy is, daughter," Teague said gently to Katrina with a shake of the head. "Don't mind his ways."

"My ways?"

Katrina couldn't help but giggle at the look on Jack's face. "I know, Daddy Teague," she addressed her father-in-law. "I do the best I can with him."

Teague laughed at this.

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Jack cut in. Then taking Katrina's hand in his he looked to his father. "As much fun as this 'as all been, we really must be goin', Dad."

Teague laughed harder as he caught Katrina rolling her eyes. "I'm sure you do."

Jack frowned, but went on nonetheless. "Thank you for the dessert. It was good t' see you again."

"It was good to see you, too, Jackie," Teague said solemnly as he placed a hand on his son's right shoulder. He then added, with a wag of his right index finger a quarter of an inch off Jack's nose, "Don't let be too long 'fore the next time we meet. Even if it means you both coming out to the cove."

"Aye," Jack nodded.

"I don't want that the next time I 'ear of you," Teague said more seriously, "to be when I run into me own grandchild, savvy?"

Jack nodded his head more vigorously. "Aye, sir."

"Don't worry, Daddy Teague," Katrina said gently as she place a hand on his shoulder. "I'll make sure that we see you more often."

Teague pulled away from Jack to look at Katrina. "Thank you, daughter. I'd very much like that." He then gave her a loving hug and kiss to the forehead. "Take good care of each other," he said as they parted.

"We will," Katrina promised.

"Especially, you."

"Me?" Jack blinked. "Me, what?"

"I want you to especially look after this amazing young woman, Jackie."

"No worries there, Dad."

"I'm serious, boy. She's quite the gem."

Jack couldn't help but to grin proudly. "I know, Dad."

"Very well," Teague sighed. "Then I suppose I'll let you both be on your way."

"It was good to finally meet you, Daddy Teague," Katrina said as Jack opened one of the doors. "Be blessed and have a good night."

"You, too, daughter," Teague replied.

"Take care, Dad," Jack hesitantly said in turn as he waited for Katrina to take his hand.

"You, too, Jackie. You, too."

And with that, Jack guided his wife across the deck of his father's ship, along the shore of Tortuga, and onto the Pearl.