Being Captain Jack Sparrow’s daughter isn’t the happiest thing ever. Your dad never really acknowledges your his daughter other than when he wants something from you, you have no idea who your mom is and know nothing about her except the fact that she named you when you were born. Dispite your mother’s wishes - according to your father - you were raised as a pirate, thief, and a bit of a jerk. You were sitting on pirate ships when you were three, started stealing when you were seven, and got "proper pirate training" from your father when you were ten.

You got your own ship a few years ago, technically you stole it from your father but you’ve been out on the ocean ever since so you’ve never gotten in trouble, the only way you know your father still knows about you is letters he sends to you whenever you’re docked somewhere on land. After about a month of sailing you finally decide to dock on a island that looks rundown but definitely has something valuable buried somewhere in there. After wandering around the island for a bit and pickpocketing some people to get nothing really valuable you spot someone in a red coat sit down a pristine golden pocket watch on a table and lean over to talk to someone. Your eyes light up when you see the pocket watch, if you can steal it then you can possibly sell it for some money or practically anything you want. You careful walk as quietly as you can behind the person and try to sneakily take away the watch, just as you’re about to get it the person grabs your wrist and turns you around to face them.

"Just what do ya think you’re doin’? That’s mine, y’know."

His grip tightens on your wrist as his other hand holding a hook comes up to run along your jawline, meanwhile you’re still reaching behind you to get the pocket watch.