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Jack is young. Young enough that this memory will be forgotten in the years to come, overwritten and replaced with things much bigger, much grander than these humble beginnings.
Jack is young when he realizes he has no last name. While the other pirates on board are referred to as Mr. Lawrence or Mr. Robbie or Mr. Williams, he is always referred to as Jack or Jackie. No Mr.. And he's pretty sure, nay, refuses to believe his name is either Jack Jackie or Jackie Jack.
It is, perhaps, the very first time he questions his relation to Teague.
If he was Teague's son, would that make him Jack Teague? The name is no more familiar to him than any other last name would be. But what if he wasn't Teague's son? He'd always assumed he was. After all, Teague had always been there, for as far back as Jack can remember. But didn't automatically make Teague his father. He can't call himself Jack Teague if Teague isn't his father.
Nor does he even want to consider what Teague's reaction might be if he called himself Jack Teague and he wasn't actually Teague's son. Just the though sends a shiver down his spine.
And so, Jack has no other option but to ask. However, he can't simply ask Teague if he's his son. Oh no, he's got a much better plan in mind...
It's late when he makes his way to the captain's quarters. He's supposed to be asleep, and the other pirates bid him a good night as he passes them by. Teague's door is closed when he reaches it and he lingers for a second before he can muster up the courage to knock.
Teague opens the door and lets him in with a "Jackie..." both a question and a greeting all in one.
Jack takes a deep breath. "Me mum..." he begins, and he can see Teague still, a hardness settling behind his eyes. But Jack presses on, because he has to know, he just has to. "...what was her name?" He finishes in one breath, eyes dropping down to his boots.
Teague says nothing for a long time and Jack's dart up and then back down, fidgeting and unable to stay still under Teague's unyielding gaze. "Sala," He eventually says, and Jack snaps his eyes back up to his captain. "Sala Sparrow."
Jack forces out a "Thank you, sir!" as he all but flees from the captain's quarters.
The next day, when they make port, he hands over coins in exchange for a hot, freshly cooked meal, the lady taking his money asks for his name. It's with a wide grin that he introduces himself for the very first time as, "Jack Sparrow!"
Jack is young when he realizes he has no last name. While the other pirates on board are referred to as Mr. Lawrence or Mr. Robbie or Mr. Williams, he is always referred to as Jack or Jackie. No Mr.. And he's pretty sure, nay, refuses to believe his name is either Jack Jackie or Jackie Jack.
It is, perhaps, the very first time he questions his relation to Teague.
If he was Teague's son, would that make him Jack Teague? The name is no more familiar to him than any other last name would be. But what if he wasn't Teague's son? He'd always assumed he was. After all, Teague had always been there, for as far back as Jack can remember. But didn't automatically make Teague his father. He can't call himself Jack Teague if Teague isn't his father.
Nor does he even want to consider what Teague's reaction might be if he called himself Jack Teague and he wasn't actually Teague's son. Just the though sends a shiver down his spine.
And so, Jack has no other option but to ask. However, he can't simply ask Teague if he's his son. Oh no, he's got a much better plan in mind...
It's late when he makes his way to the captain's quarters. He's supposed to be asleep, and the other pirates bid him a good night as he passes them by. Teague's door is closed when he reaches it and he lingers for a second before he can muster up the courage to knock.
Teague opens the door and lets him in with a "Jackie..." both a question and a greeting all in one.
Jack takes a deep breath. "Me mum..." he begins, and he can see Teague still, a hardness settling behind his eyes. But Jack presses on, because he has to know, he just has to. "...what was her name?" He finishes in one breath, eyes dropping down to his boots.
Teague says nothing for a long time and Jack's dart up and then back down, fidgeting and unable to stay still under Teague's unyielding gaze. "Sala," He eventually says, and Jack snaps his eyes back up to his captain. "Sala Sparrow."
Jack forces out a "Thank you, sir!" as he all but flees from the captain's quarters.
The next day, when they make port, he hands over coins in exchange for a hot, freshly cooked meal, the lady taking his money asks for his name. It's with a wide grin that he introduces himself for the very first time as, "Jack Sparrow!"
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