Okay, first of all, I'm not going to describe my childhood because it was a disaster. I escaped the Black Pearl at age 10, leaving my parents and siblings behind. I was bitten by a bitch of a vampyre at 17, and founded a crew and ship at 18, not that I was aging by human years then. The years between the two you can just believe were perfect.
My name is Jennifer Sparrow. I'm the youngest sister of my two siblings: Jack Sparrow and Jacqueline Sparrow. Why our parents decided to start each of our names with a 'J', I don't have the smallest clue. We are each pirates, managing all of our ships seperately in the same ocean. I am the captain of the pirate ship Dawn, and--
Nevermind. The rest is none of your business.
Anyways, my older, more well known brother Jack Sparrow is probably the most famously conceited, drunk, oversexed asshole there's ever been in all of the oceans, and that's saying something. I hate him with all of my heart, my dear brother. Unlike him, my sister and I don't seek fame, we seek respect, and that's why we're never mentioned. Why do you think Jack is always being stranded on islands and looked down upon?
That's what I thought.
I'll see you at Tortuga.
~Jennifer
