Jack Sparrow's Daughter

Mother and Father

  (Lydia's POV)
 
  I woke up to sun rays filtering through the window panes. I turned over and saw my Dad staring at a map, muttering to himself.
I smiled and he looked over in my direction.
  "Mornin love!" he said cheerfully.
  "Mornin," I yawned.
  I stood up and walked over behind my Dad and rested my chin on his shoulder, he grinned and continued to look at the maps, tapping his compass every once in a while.
  "Sooo," I smirked.
  "You ok love?" he questioned.
  "Aye, but you promised to tell me about you and mámá!" I whined jokingly, smirking at myself.
  "Darlin' I'm busy!" he groaned.
  "Have you got something to hide from me Papá?"
  "Love, I have nothing to hide from you, no room for lies when I have a daughter," he smiled.
  "However, if you must know, right this moment, then I shall tell you," he finished.
  "Gracias Papá!" I smiled, before realising what I had just said.
  "Sweetheart, you are aware that your mother taught me little Spanish,"
  "Sorry, I had a dream about my mother, and it was Spanish," I murmured. Dad's face instantly dropped.
  "I'm sorry sweetheart, I wish I could do something to help," he whispered, pulling me into a hug
  "It's ok Dad, it was a good dream, remembering some of the best times I spent with her, besides I have you now," I beamed.
  "I do like it when you call me Papá, it's rather, alluring," he joked in a low voice, twisting his moustache upwards and squinting his eyes.
  "Dad!" I scolded, punching his arm playfully.
  "Just joking love," he heartily chuckled.
  "Anyway, I met your mother in a Spanish convent, mistaking if for a brothel"
  "She was a nun? She never told me that!" I said, getting upset at my mum's lack of confiding in me.
  "Yes, she never told anyone about it, I was the only one that knew, obviously, but she was treated horribly there, to my regret." he spoke solemnly.
  I latched myself onto Dad, trying not to think of what she went through, I didn't want to think of her going through pain, she had enough of that when she was ill.
  He comforted me and kissed my head, continuing.
  "After I found out, before she could make her vows, I sprung her from the place and brought her to Tortuga upon her request, I believe she had wanted to sail with us, however, I left her there, upon false idea she wanted to stay on land. Many years later, we came across eachother, whilst she was pretending to be me, selling my good name! She held me hostage on your Grandfather Black Beards ship, the Queen Anne's Revenge. That was when they used me to find the fountain of youth for her father, I believe that Angelica did love her father, hoping she could somehow redeem his soul, however he did not return her affection, merely using her to get to me. We had to capture a mermaid for her father, it was then that I heroically saved your mother from being dragged to the depths by a mermaid. I believe it was at this point where my 'stirrings' for your mother resurfaced."
  "Stirrings as in, feelings?"
  "No no, not quite all the way to feelings,"
  I gave him a disapproving look before he gave up.
  "Alright, feelings damn you!" to which I laughed a little at how much he hates admitting his feelings.
  "So yes, feelings resurfaced, umm, and then we travelled to the fountain of youth, and when we reached there, there was a fight between Barbossa and Black Beard, you see there had been a prophecy that he would kill Black Beard, and he stabbed Black Beard with his poisonous blade, I of course knew this was going to happen, however, I had not anticipated that Angelica would try to pull the blade out, which poisoned her. At this point, I panicked, I really panicked, I searched for the chalices to no avail before Syrena, the mermaid, gave them to me. I then got the water from the fountain, and the mermaids tear, hurried over to your mother and her dying father. I had told them that the tears was in the other one, and that, uhh I don't bloody know, I switched them! Knowing of course, that Black Beard would not save his daughter. Truly despicable..."
  I hugged him tighter.
  "Then what happened?" I asked eagerly.
  "Then, Black Beard drank the one without the tear, thinking it was the one with the tear of course, and was whisked into a whirlwind of blood and bones. Your mother was distraught, but I knew what I did was for the best. Then of course, I took her to the island. I bonded her, but she broke free, not escaping my talented eye. So I put her on the island, leaving her one pistol, in all honesty, I was scared to death she was gonna go berserk or something at me,"
  I laughed, my mum ways always a strong woman.
  "Then, there was the moment where, she told me that she loved me." he whispered regrettably.
  I had always known my mum had secretly loved my Dad, no matter how many times she tried to tell me that she didn't.
  "And I told her that I always had, always will, before turning away, back to the boat. There was truth in the statement. I had always loved her, and I reckon I always will. I just with that I had believed her when she told me about you. I believe I said something along the lines of... If you had a sister and a dog, I'd choose the dog,"
  I laughed, my Dad is really hilarious sometimes, however I did feel sorry for my Mum.
  "That is the biggest regret of my life. I could've had a life, from the start with you, my daughter, and your mother, the woman I secretly loved, but no, I left, selfishly," he muttered, I could see he was on the brink of tears. It was my turn to comfort my Dad and tell him that it's ok. Everyone makes mistakes, and he isn't perfect, but he's an amazing and caring Dad. He can be selfish, but he would never do something to hurt the ones he cared about.
  "Dad, it's ok, we all make mistakes," I smiled, hugging him.
  "No but, it's all my fault, I could've saved your mother, and before you, I only ultimately cared about myself," he sobbed. This shocked me, my Dad was crying, showing his emotions to me, I was trying my hardest not to cry with him, it was so strange. His tears were silent but full of emotion.
  "Dad, you couldn't have saved my Mum, and you can't hold yourself accountable for everything that's happened because it's not your fault!" I said, my voice muffled as I had my face in his chest.
  "And you do care about people, you cared about my Mother, Will, Lizzie, Henry, Gibbs, Scrum," I added.
  "Thankyou Darlin', you mean everything to me,"
  This meant the world to me. To know he really cares, to know he really cares is all I've ever wanted. Ever.
  "I love you Dad," I whispered, hugging him tighter.
  His face lit up and he opened his eyes, holding me closer.
  "I love you too Lydia, so much!"
  He rubbed my back gently, kissing my forehead every few moments.

  After a while of being in eachothers embrace, we stood up and wiped out tears, smiled at eachother and laughing. He walked over to his wardrobe again and pulled out a trinket.
  "A luck charm, my father gave it to me when I was your age," he grinned.
  I took it to his delight and tied it into my hair. Dad smirked.
  "Your a smaller version of me dearie," he smiled.
  This made me grin aswell. I aspired to be like Jack, as well as my Dad, he is sorta my idol. He's so talented, smart, caring, adventures, humourous, the list goes on...
  He patted me on the back and we walked out on deck.
  My Dad went to talk to Will whereas I went to talk to Henry, who was sat at the side of the boat, watching the sunrise.

They're adorable.
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