"I don't wanna be a pirate!" Seven year old Jack Sparrow shouted to 'The-Man-Who-Might-Be-Dad', Captain Teague. The man was having a hard time trying to not beat this kid. "Jack Sparrow, no matter what you say, you're still a pirate, like it or not!" Teague said, through clenched teeth. "And, unless you start acting like a man, you not getting out of my sight, savvy?"

"Teague, be nice to him!" His wife said, standing behind him. Teague stood up, listening to his wife. "Fine Danielle, he's your son, you take care of the maggot!" He stormed off, mumbling about how much of a pain Jack is...

Danielle knelt down to Jack's level. "Jackie, you know he doesn't really mean that!" she said, giving him a comforting smile. "He's just stressed out about everything that's been happening lately." Then she stood up. "How about we go take a walk?" Jack stood up and grabbed his mother's hand, now smiling too...

When they got to the park, Jack ran ahead of his mother. "Mum, did you see that bird?" He shouted back to her. "What kind is it?" He stopped at the tree the bird flew to, and waited for his mother to catch up. She wrapped her arms around him. "Jackie, that's a sparrow!" She said. Jack tilted his head, confused. "I thought sparrows were huge, like the Misty Lady! That bird is smaller then me, and I'm only seven years old!" Danielle smiled. "Sweetheart, there are plenty of birds smaller then you!"

"Mum, what are those?" Jack asked, pointing at some flowers. Danielle rolled her eyes at her son's short tension span. "Jackie, those flowers are called 'Forget Me Nots'." Then she picked one and handed it to her son. "They say if you give one to someone important to you, that person will never forget you."

Years later, a full grown Jack Sparrow woke up in the cabin of his own ship, the Black Pearl. He knew that his ship would be at Shipwreck Island that day, and that Teague would have plenty to say when he saw him. Jack reached into his pocket, and pulled out a dry 'Forget Me Not', excited to finally visit his Mum after all these years...