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"Tell me more stories, Dad!" Five year old Pricilla Sparrow clapped. Her bronze skin glowed in the sunlight and her nearly black eyes begged Jack's in a way he couldn't refuse.
"Another one?" Jack asked as he leaned back in his makeshift chair to support his not-so-young-anymore back. "Did I tell you about the time-"
"Dinner!" Angelica called from the cabin on the island that they'd docked at. They had built the cabin when Pricilla was younger so that they'd have a place to stay when the seas got rough.
"That the little girl didn't eat her vegetables," Jack finished and tickled Pricilla viciously. The little girl laughed wildly and ran inside the house, leaving Jack walking as fast as he could to catch up. Angelica kissed Jack on the cheek as he entered the house and leaned into his side as she watch Pricilla try her best to reach the sink and wash the soil off her hands. Her birthmark on her wrist, a small black wave that was identical to Jack's, poked out of her flowing white shirt sleeve.
"She's got your height," Jack taunted.
"She's got your ability to keep talking forever," Angelica retorted and nudged him.
Jack pulled her closer to him and kissed her forehead. "Well she's also got your beauty."
Angelica looked at him lovingly and took her place at the table, next to Jack at the head. She passed out island fruits and vegetables, and native birds that they'd hunted. They all ate it without complaint, as they'd been doing it for several years now, and gathered outside to watch the sunset.
Jack walked with Angelica as Pricilla ran towards the beach as fast as she could. Jack threw his arms around Angelica's shoulders as they walked and she leant her head on his shoulder.
"I never pictured you as a father, Jack, not even a husband."
"Neither did I, love, but a good woman can change a man," he winked at her.
"A good woman who kidnaps her future her husband...right."
"But your heart," he poked where her heart was, "that is what is good. And that is what matters."
Angelica sighed with content and focused her attention on the almost set sun in front of them through the clearing in the forest. Pricilla ran and sat at the water's edge while the small fish examined her toes. Jack found a palm tree and led Angelica to it as he sat. She sat between his legs and leaned against his chest as the sky turned a bright orange. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him as she dropped her head onto his chest. He put his chin on top of her head and they watched as the sky turned a rainbow of colors while the sun disappeared into the ocean until the next day.
"You know, when I was a girl, I always dreamed about a wonderful man to take me away from my hell of a life. Every night I would wish as hard as I could that my savior would come. All that wishing worked," she said and stroked his arm. "Thank you for being my savior."
Jack kissed her forehead and squeezed her tighter. "Thank you for being my good woman."
Pricilla ran back from the beach and jumped into her mother's lap. Jack reached from under Angelica's arms and messed up the girl's hair. Pricilla reached past Angelica and messed Jack's hair up, and he made a playfully upset face. Pricilla giggled and fixed it for him. Angelica wrapped her arms around the small girl and sat her in her lap. She lifted the dark matted hair and ran her fingers through it until it was soft and perfect like her mother's.
"Can we stay and watch the stars?" Pricilla begged.
Jack also gave Angelica a pouty look and Angelica laughingly agreed. Pricilla ran back to her spot by the ocean, and the couple moved the the middle of the beach so that they could lie next to each other. Jack took Angelica's soft hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckled as he brought it to his face to kiss it. When he brought the hand down, he was surprised to find Angelica's lips on the other size. He chuckled and gently kissed her.
"I love it here, Jack. I honestly do," she admitted and held Jack's hand to her heart.
"As do I, Angel," he agreed, "I could die here with you, and be perfectly happy."
She giggled and turned to her side to face him. "As long as I'm with you, I could die anywhere."
Jack smirked and put his other arm over her waist.
The older couple completely forgot about the stars above them and closed their eyes to the unexplored territory above. For it did not matter. The only thing that mattered to the love struck pirates was each other and the child, and that they would never be apart another day in their near ending lives. The soft waves of sleep rolled over the family as the waves created a tranquil white noise. Even energetic Pricilla was softly snoring.
Jack and Angelica were tangled in each other's embrace, with no intention of releasing the other anytime soon. They'd learn to sleep like this every night, in fear of loosing each other as often happened with the dangers of being an infamous pirate.
The seas had claimed the lives of many of the Pirates that were after Jack and some had perished from old age, or from a watery grave. Although, many of their good friends were gone too. Gibbs had passed from old age many years ago, but he was an old fellow in Jack's prime. Tia Dalma had gone too from old age in her shack. Her spirit followed Davy, to be with him for eternity, finally. Jack and Angelica weren't far behind them, but that didn't stop their love and joy in life. Their island was enough, and the supply ships always "accidentally" dropped a food crate near the island if it wasn't. Pricilla loved the place, as there was never not an adventure to be found. Angelica was content in the house or in the jungle, and Jack was always outside. Making something, drawing mindlessly in the sand, swimming in the ocean. Whatever he could find to do. Once in a while, they'd gather on the ship and go to town to visit the only friend that they had that was sure to be alive, Elizabeth. William was, of course, undead, but hadn't been around in 7 years, and surely wouldn't use his one year on land on Jack and Angelica's tiny island. On these visits, Pricilla would play with the town children, but none of the family ever fit in there. They were pirates by blood, and pirates by heart.
So they stayed on their island most the time, content with however many years life would give them.
And so they stayed there, perhaps for eternity, perhaps until life threw another opportunity their way. No one knew what happened then, but no one saw another glimpse of Captain Jack Sparrow, or Mrs. Angelica Sparrow. However, there had been sightings of a ship on the horizon with all black sails, captained by a woman. A woman with dark matted hair, nearly black eyes, and bronze skin that glowed in the sunlight, apart from a small black, wave-shaped birthmark on her wrist.

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