[ kind of a boring first chapter that didn't take long to write, but she'll meet Will next time ]
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PRIDES OF THE KING'S NAVY, YOU ARE.
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MALAYSHA SPARROW HAD A SMILE ON HER FACE. How could she not with how ridiculous her father, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, looked as he sailed closer and closer to the port?
As soon as the boat had begun sinking, she jumped ship and swam toward Port Royal, where they were heading anyway in search of a better ship. After nabbing some proper pants — because her tail always ripped the ones she was wearing if she jumped in the water — she waited for him at the docks.
Her bare feet were dipped in the water without a care. She'd only transform and sprout her golden tail if her whole body was submerged. She waited patiently as her father got closer and closer, holding his head high as if the crow's nest wasn't the only thing left of his crew-less ship.
Jack nonchalantly stepped directly onto the dock just as the boat, which Malaysha had dubbed the Jolly Mon, sunk.
With a smirk on her face, Mal got to her feet and slipped her boots back on. "You looked stupid getting here," she informed him.
Her father rolled his eyes and shoved her to the edge of the dock as if he was going to push her into the water. She just laughed and followed after him down the dock, strolling past the harbormaster without a care in the world who had a young boy following after him.
"What? Hold up there, you!" the harbormaster called, a frustrated look on his face. "It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock."
Though Malaysha looked more like her dark-skinned mother, she truly proved herself as Jack's daughter as she looked dubiously at the remains of the Jolly Mon, Jack's expression mirroring hers.
The harbormaster ignored their looks though. "And I shall need to know your names," he said while opening his ledger and holding it out to him.
Jack just looked at his daughter, who pulled out a few coins from the sack tied around her belt. She was the one in charge of their money, what with her affinity for it. She tossed three of them on top of the ledger.
"What d'ye say to three shillings and we forget the names?" Jack asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.
The harbormaster thought it over before shutting the ledger. "Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."
As the harbormaster quickly moved off, Jack moved past the desk set up. And Mal smiled when she saw him swipe a small bag full of money. He shook it to make sure it was full and then pocketed it, moving on.
As the pair walked, Jack looked over the bay with a curious look, taking in the far off fleet of ships. He was eyeing a large one tied up below Fort Charles.
