Bound By Blood

Bound By Blood

Chapter 1:
A/N: This story will be about family that Jack Sparrow never even knew existed until it shatters his sense of reality by suddenly materializing. I do not own any POTC characters but I do own the ones I create. And for this story I have created the character of Tabby Sutton, Jack’s half sister. Picture Kate Beckinsale in the role of Jack’s half sister. Please read and review.

Her wild violet eyes darted around the dimly lit tavern warily as she walked up to the bar. Grabbing a mug of rum she chose to sit in a chair so that her back was to the wall so that she could keep an eye on every scoundrel in the room. She sipped the rum as she watched all the filthy pirates. Some were playing cards and laughing loudly over pints of ale. There were some who were simply interested in the company of a loose wench if there happened to be one close by. She was neither interested in playing cards or desirable company at the moment. No Tabby Sutton was simply interested in finding an easy mark to commandeer a ship from so that she could be on her way to Shipwreck Cove.

The sound of a pistol shot ringing out across the tavern startled the young woman briefly before she quickly drew her own pistol. That was all it had taken, one single bullet from a pistol and the whole tavern went into an uproar. Chairs began being tossed about and rum bottles were smashed over people’s heads. Swords were drawn and curses shouted. This would have been enough to make any young lady nervous. But not Tabby Sutton, no she simply threw herself into the mix and began smashing rum bottles over any pirate’s head that happened to come close enough to her. Keeping her pistol ready to fire should the need arise she began weaving her way through the rowdy crowd towards the exit of the tavern.

It always turned out like this in Tortuga. Tabby stepped out of the tavern and into the bright sunlight her violet eyes squinting underneath her brown leather tricorne hat. Pistol still in hand she headed towards the pier to find her way out of the miserable port. Tabby’s violet eyes widened when she saw an elderly man getting a dingy ready to sail. That was her ticket out of Tortuga. He seemed an easy enough mark. Wasting no time Tabby crept up behind him and put her pistol to the back of his head. Upon hearing the pistol click as Tabby made it ready to fire the gray haired man threw both his hands up quickly. “Please don’t shoot! I’ll give ye whatever ye want!”

“Yes you will old man.” She grinned when she noticed the old man’s shoulders tense up when he heard her voice. No doubt he was quite shocked that his attacker was a female.

“Take whatever ye want missy, just please don’t kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you old man. Not unless you don’t listen to me anyway, then if that unfortunate occurrence should happen I’m afraid then that I will be killing you.”

“Take what you what young lady.”

“I’m no lady old man. And what I want is your boat.”

“Take it, take it!”

Just as the old man tried to step away from her Tabby grabbed the back of his collar roughly. “Not so fast there mate, where do you think you’re running off to?”

“Ye said ye wanted my boat, so take it. I’ll just be on my way then.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that friend. You see I need you.”

“For what?”

“You’re going to take me to Shipwreck Cove.”

“Shipwreck Cove?”

“Aye, Shipwreck Cove. Now get in the boat and let’s be off.” The old man quickly got into the boat and held it steady by the pier while Tabby climbed in. He looked at her once they had shoved off from the side of the pier. She was quite a beautiful young woman. Not the typical thing you would expect to hold you up with a pistol and hijack your boat at all. She had long thick curly coffee colored tresses that fell to her elbows and the most striking violet eyes he had ever seen. His old blue eyes fell to notice that what she was wearing wasn’t what normal proper young ladies wore at all. No she was dressed in navy blue breeches and a brown leather belt that had a shiny silver buckle on it. Attached to her belt was a worn looking brown leather holster that she held her pistol in when she wasn’t pointing it at someone. On her other hip her sword was sheathed and looked ready to be pulled at a moment’s notice should the need arise. The cream colored and clearly a man’s taffeta short she wore hung open just low enough for him to catch a glimpse of the alabaster skin of her neck and chest. He could also see the beginnings of the strip of fabric that she used to bind her breasts and just between her breasts he could make out the very tip of a tattoo. It looked to be like some sort of cross. On her head she wore a worn looking brown leather tricorne hat to shield her eyes and face from the sun.

This young woman was no lady indeed. No she was a….pirate. The old man swallowed nervously when he realized that she must be a pirate if she was wearing those clothes. Her sharp voice snapped him from his thoughts abruptly. “Can’t you make this damn thing go any faster?”

“Sorry, but begging your pardon Miss….” His voice trailed off briefly before he continued. “I don’t believe I caught your name Miss?”

“No you didn’t because catching my name would in fact require me to tell you what it was and that I have not done. So no you haven’t caught my name because I have not offered it to. Now, can’t you row any faster?”

“I’m sorry Miss, but I’m not as young as used to be and these old arms will only go so fast.” She gave a groan of frustration but said nothing more. Clearly she had made an error in judgment when she had selected this man to take her to Shipwreck Cove. But she supposed it was far too late for her to change her mind about her decision since they were already on their way to Shipwreck Cove. Scowling Tabby just looked out to sea and tried to make the best of her slow means of transportation. Her violet eyes followed the gentle rolling of the ocean waves as if she were mesmerized by it. All her life the sea had been an object of such beauty and mystery to her. At times she felt as if the sea itself were calling out to her beckoning her to it like fire would draw a moth to it’s flickering light.

It was almost as if the sea was in her blood coursing through her veins with every beat of her heart. Until quite recently she had never understood her obvious fascination with the sea. She certainly didn’t inherit that from her mother. No, her mother, Amelia Sutton was quite possibly the person who held the least bit of enthusiasm towards the sea. More so than anyone she had ever met in her entire lifetime. Not that her lifetime was all that long really, she was only twenty years old. Amelia Sutton was perfectly content to stay anchored on land and as far away from the sea as one could get. But something that Tabby had found in her mothers old jewelry box had suggested something entirely different.

When her mother had fallen terribly ill she had taken the time to go through some of her belongings. Tabby had found a small very dusty tarnished and rectangular shaped jewelry box. Inside it was lined with burgundy colored velvet and held all sorts of little trinkets that she had never seen her mother wear. The first thing she had pulled out had been a silver band that was plan and woven like the threads of a rope might be. Then she had found a pale blue handkerchief that had the initials T.S. stitched into the left corner in darker blue thread. Tabby had been wondering what the initials had stood for but she had decided not to ask her mother until she was in fact taking her last dying breaths. Only then did she notice how her mother’s own much older looking violet eyes had watered up at the very sight of the handkerchief.

Amelia Sutton then told her only child the story of the man whose initials were on the handkerchief. T.S. had stood for someone named Teague Sparrow. When Tabby had just stared at her mother looking confused Amelia just smiled before going on to explain that Teague Sparrow was in actuality her father and not the man that she had grown up thinking was her father. This had angered Tabby because she had spent her whole life thinking that her father was a merchant sailor named Jacob Sutton. A man who had perished at sea when she was twelve. Now here she was twenty and finding out that her father was a man named Teague Sparrow. Who was this man Teague Sparrow? And why had he not been around to raise her if she was in fact his daughter? The last thing Tabby had found in the jewelry box had been a silver locket. Inside the locket had been a picture of her mother on one side and on the other a man with long dark black dreadlocked hair and dark coffee colored eyes.

Reaching just inside her shirt she let her fingers graze the locket softly. “Whoever you are Teague Sparrow I’m coming to find you.” Her mother had told her that Teague Sparrow had been a wild and free spirited man who simply could not be tamed into the life of a family man. When Amelia had told him she was pregnant he had simply left in the middle of the night and never returned leaving her behind in Jakarta, Indonesia. So it seemed that Teague Sparrow had no desire to have any kind of relationship with his daughter. Tabby wondered if he had more children or if she was his only one. She wondered if he would be happy to see her or if he would simply dismiss her the moment she told him who she was. Then she began to wonder if the mysterious man who was really her father was even alive. For all she knew he could be dead and her trip to Shipwreck Cove would be a wasted one.

But Tabby supposed that it didn’t really matter because she was already alone. She had been alone the moment that her mother had passed. So if her father refused to have anything to do with her it wasn’t like she would really be losing anything. Tabby let go of the locket and stared down at her hands that were in her lap. “Teague Sparrow, just what the hell kind of man are you?”

The old man rowing the dingy looked over at his lovely female companion when he recognized the name she had just muttered to herself. “Did I just hear you say you’re looking for Teague Sparrow?”

“Yeah that’s right. Do you know him?”

“I know of him and he’s a right nasty character there young lady. What business do you have with the likes of him?”

“He’s my father.” The old man looked at her with wide and unblinking washed out blue eyes.

“Your father? I didn’t know Teague Sparrow had a daughter. Knew he had a son, but not a daughter. Never heard nothing bout you.”

“Yes, it seems my own father doesn’t mention me. Understandable really, considering he walked out on my mother before I was born.”

“Teague Sparrow is a dangerous man lass, are you sure you want to be tracking him down?”

“Yes I do, now keep rowing! You mentioned something about Teague Sparrow having a son?”

“Ah yes ma’am, his name’s Jack Sparrow.”

“Hmm Jack Sparrow?”

“That’s right. He’s supposed to be one of the most feared pirates in all the Caribbean.”

“Doesn’t really sound very scary with a name like Jack Sparrow.”

“So you still haven’t told me your name miss?”

“No I haven’t and to be fair neither have you.”

“Oh right, where are me manners? My name’s Gus.”

“Alright Gus, I suppose I could tell you my name. I mean you are doing me a great courtesy taking me to Shipwreck Cove.”

“Ye didn’t really give me much choice, what with ye pointing the pistol at me head and all.”

“Right. Very good point. My name’s Tabby.”

“Tabby?”

“Uh huh, you know, like the cat?” The old man’s face reddened and she couldn’t help but laugh. “My full name is Tabitha but my mother always called me Tabby, so it kind of stuck.”

“I see. Well it won’t be too much longer now Tabby. Shipwreck Cove is just a few more miles East.”

“Thank you.” Tabby found that the closer they got to Shipwreck Cove the bigger the knot in her stomach seemed to get. She supposed that it was simply nerves from the possibility of meeting her real father for the first time in her life. Would he like her? Would he be disappointed with how she had turned out? Pushing her worries to the back of her mind Tabby decided to continue making small talk with the old man named Gus who she had roped into bringing her to Shipwreck Cove.

A/N: Well what do you think so far? I thought the possibility of Jack having a half sister that was every bit as crazy as he was would turn out to be quite an interesting story. Let me know what you think!!