Jack’s understanding of family is a very complicated and skewed issue that stems from three factors. 

Firstly, what memories he has of his mother are vague and far between – and the initial bonding between himself and his mother was interrupted by the fact he was born at sea in the middle of a storm. The safest place for childbirth on a ship was the gundeck, but neither the mother nor the newborn could stay there for very long after the process itself. 

While short periods of separation are quite common, supplies and manpower being what it was, leaving a newborn alone as long as Jack was isn’t particularly typical. By the time he was retrieved, he was already quiet as his early wails had been drowned by the sea – this lead to a frustrating muteness in his infancy that made bonding and understanding his needs at any given time extremely difficult.  

Jack was left with his mother at Shipwreck Cove, and under her care he did come around and eventually develop a proper needs based relationship by the time he was a toddler. He was very active as a child, and was in fact well looked after by his mother – but things took a turn after she died, which lead in to the other two and more complicated factors. 

The most defining of which, naturally, being his father. Or rather, the utter lack of understanding surrounding the concept of having a father and the fact that the “man who might be father” had a habit of obfuscating pretty much everything from advice to the true nature of their relationship.   

After his mother died, Jack was taken in as the cabin boy to Captain Teague, and he was very young when this happened – no more than five or six. Captain Teague was never very fatherly in the traditional sense. He was overbearing, demanding, and in certain respects incredibly possessive ( which at times could translate as extremely protective though Jack didn’t have enough of a bond with the man to register it as such ) but by no means did Jack ever feel as though the man loved him, or cared for his well being the same way that Mom did.  

Teague never spoiled Jack and he certainly never played with him or did anything that might be described as loving, but he always made certain Jack was capable of existing at sea. He oversaw Jack’s education and ensured that Jack could serve as a beneficial member to the crew ( and therefore better excuse his existence ) Beyond this, Teague ultimately made sure Jack’s needs were always met, without being overtly clear about it. 

Jack never starved or went hungry – but he was never given special treatment on account of being Teague’s son. If he wanted something, he had to work for it like everyone else. A point was reached where Teague expected Jack to be able to fend for himself – and again without really explaining it – simply stopped providing certain amenities. It wasn’t long before Jack caught on and did took care of those things for himself just fine, but there was a slight miscommunication / neglectful period as a result of that.

Jack had a vague understanding that fathers were a necessary part of existing, but little notion as to why until he was a teenager. Due to this, he had vague notions that he had simply sprouted at some point, and been taken in by Mom, with whom Captain Teague was close. This, then, had lead to him being taken on, which all made sense by itself until one took into account the occasional accusations that would come Jack’s way about being ‘Teague’s’ in some manner or other. 

While eventually reaching the conclusion that Teague might be his father, Jack never received actual confirmation of this from the man himself, and by the time that he did it was far too late for it to have much emotional impact. In fact by the time Jack was certain the man was his father, he already had a foundational sense of belonging to Teague, but by no means did he feel like there was a familial something.

Jack saw the relationship he had with Teague as a matter of possession. He understood a pirate doing right by themselves and ensuring that their property was unharmed and returned to them, far more than he understood the idea that there might be some sort of special bond between himself and the Keeper of the Code. Because of this, he genuinely believed Grandmama to be a title rather than an expression of blood relation – our third and final note of complication. 

Grandmama was violent, powerful and downright abusive. She had little compunction about stabbing Jack, and Teague was in no position to stand against her actions considering having grown up under her thumb he genuinely saw nothing strange in her behaviour. Jack saw Grandmama as a genuine evil of Shipwreck, and something to be avoided at all costs. ( Later in his life she is one of the few people whom he consistently wishes death upon ) At no point though, did Jack think for a second that they were related until he came to understand the fact that Teague was, truly and properly, his biological father. The understanding did absolutely nothing to endear the woman to him, however.

In short, Jack has no real idea of what it means to be someone’s son, or to have a family in the sense commonly seen. Because he lacks this fundamental understanding, he has a habit of not getting why people want to return to their families, where familial loyalty comes from, or even why people might miss their parents or children. This comes across as crass and uncaring, but in general he just doesn’t get it and is attempting to better understand his own positions by interrogating those with other ones without looking as though he is interrogating them. It is also why he generally ignores pleas on accounts of wanting to get back to family, as he is quite certain it’s a passing fancy – rather like his occasional urges to reconcile with Teague, his broken sense of family makes him incapable of fully empathising with the idea of genuinely wanting to get back to them or be involved with them in any way.  

Special thanks to @thecodekeeper who is the one and only authority on Teague I acknowledge, as 80% of this was framed through our discussions over the past few months. 

SECRETS: The nature of his relationship to the Keeper of the Code ( More a secret to him than anyone else if truth be told ) – his lamentable habit of caring for men of the Royal Navy and EITC destined to be his bane ( Fitzwilliam, Beckett and Norrington respectively ) – the nightmares that plague his dreams ( of abuse, of betrayal, of memories, of guilt ) – the lengths he went to in order to raise the Wicked Wench and thus create the nigh-mythical ship the Black Pearl ( Known only to himself and Davy Jones until matters shift in DMC ) – How deeply he loves and how profoundly he can be wounded ( the fact that for all he has been through and all he has seen, for all the times he has been betrayed, for as often as he is thrown away and he swears upon himself never again – at the end of the day, he believes in people, he believes in saving others and in doing what is right by his morals, even when it is not right by him and he knows in his heart he will never hear thanks for a damn whit of it ) – The locations and details of many a cursed treasure enough to rival Captain Ward themselves.

SAVVIES: His knowledge of the sea, particularly the Caribbean, is rival to none. His understanding of ships, their structure and capabilities, has been notable since he was no more than five years old. He has complete control of his accent – capable of passing for English nobility as surely as an uneducated pirate whelp depending on what need he must serve at any given time.

ABILITIES/POWERS: Jack is terrifyingly intelligent, to the point that it can at times seem like either madness or preternatural ability. He has a charisma that is almost as legendary as his name, an ability to weave words that make people believe in him even if, perhaps, they should not. He is known for committing feats most men would never dream of. His balance and sense of control with a blade belies the possibility of that nigh-consistent drunkenness he works to perpetuate, and his ability to get himself out of tricky situations is practically mythical in nature.

RESTRICTIONS: Jack’s greatest restriction is his sense of moral righteousness. When it comes to treasure he may be greedy, but when it comes to people he is – generally speaking – fairly consistent in his selflessness. He is manipulative to a fault however, and terrible at communicating his full intentions, thus making himself out to be a man unworthy of trust. 

It was once said that one can always count on Jack to be the best of allies if his own skin is in danger – and while this is true, it is not the whole truth of him by half. He has a terrible habit of giving more than he gets, and of overlooking abuses of his good nature by excusing it as people doing right by themselves. He tells himself to be bitter and not to trust, but he never succeeds. In the end, he always chooses others before himself, and it has consistently proved to be his greatest vice and source of damnation.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Jack does not believe in Abraham’s God, at least not to the extent of those who hold faith in bibles and prayer. He believes all gods exist to some degree or fashion and that to hold stock in any one in particular is bound to offend another at some point, so he endeavours to offer all gods the same level of respect, critique and cynicism. While he may challenge the beliefs of others from time to time, for the most part he leaves them to their faith and trusts that it works for them as it should.  

[thatwasdark] ‘ i don’t much believe it myself. i’m just saying it’s one of several possibilities. ’ [ @ vane in That Verse ]

{ Devotion of Suspect X }

Where the trust between Flint and Silver stemmed from, Vane could not begin to fathom. What he did know, was that whatever game Silver was playing he wanted no goddamn part of it. Just listening to him felt like a bad idea, but the only thing more dangerous than a man like Silver who thought he had some measure of control – was a man like that desperately seeking to regain it.

“And if what you propose is correct,” Indulgence, then, for now at least. “What do you expect me to do about it?”

[theypissedonme @ Vane] “Those words would never pass my lips.” [ listen if someone’s going to lie to vane about something jack did or said they should at LEAST have the decency to get jack’s vocabulary and syntax right, which they Absolutely did not ]

{ The Borgias

“You sure? Could have sworn I heard you say ain’t nothin’ just yesterday.” Charles couldn’t even imagine those words in Jack’s voice, but it was worth it just to take the piss out of him a little.

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[theypissedonme @ vane] ❝ That victory made him famous, Charles. It made him immortal! ❞ [ JACK YOU’RE SPEAKING TO THE MOST GROUNDED MAN ON EARTH C E A S E ]

{ The Tudors } 

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“Immortal.” There were times when Jack said the absolute dumbest shit for a man so fucking intelligent. “He was covered in blood – most of it his own. Never knew an immortal could bleed so much.” Leaning forward, Charles pointed his cheroot at Jack’s nose, his intent clear, “Show me a man who can get in a fight like that – and come out without a scratch – and I’ll believe he’s immortal. Until then,” He slammed the fiery end into the table, crushing the threat as surely as he did the intent to deify any man on this fucking island, “He’s just fucking lucky.” Charles held his gaze steady, daring the other man to argue. “You got that right, Jack?” 

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‘ you don’t have to be on your own. ’ [ @ abigail, hi dottir, your very sad friend is here ]

She heard the crunch of his boots over the rocks that lead into the shore well before he was near enough to speak. The wind was tugging at her skirts, playing its way through her carefully pulled back hair in an effort to unravel her work and leave evidence of her visit to where the waves crashed at their loudest against the island, where the boats could not make berth and thus, where she was safest from invasion. 

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Her arms held her legs, less for warmth than to keep the wind from whipping her about too much, and despite the coming storm she found herself quite at ease. When his voice filtered down to her, she leaned back, craning her neck to look up at him as she replied easily, “Neither do you.” 

Today held meaning for her – but she knew where she had lost a father and a foundation of trust, he had discovered betrayal, and in that betrayal, had lost a friend. The anniversary of Charlestown was bittersweet – she was glad that Mister Hamilton was alive, and that he and Miss Barlow and Mister McGraw were working through what that all meant – but for her there were no reunions for which to hope for. 

And in truth – she didn’t want any. She was quite happy with the life she had made for herself in Nassau. There were times though, like these, when it felt right to acknowledge the shadows inherent in how she had come to be part of the story here. 

Reaching up, she offered him her hand. She didn’t know if any part of him mourned for Peter Ashe, after all he had done – but she did know he was her friend, and for whatever reason, he had come to see if she was alright today. “I’m going to watch the storm come in,” She informed him simply, “You’re welcome to join me, if you want.” 

“I will not hide the truth from you.” [ @ Abigail ;; ]

{ The Tudors }

“I know,” There is no doubt in her tone as she holds her arm out to him expectantly, “It’s why I came to you about this, Mister McGraw. While I’m sure Mister Hamilton would tell me – I admit that I’ve got some questions only you can answer, where my father’s concerned. And I think it might be best if we didn’t trouble Mister Hamilton with such things in any case – we all have our good and our bad days, but I think he struggles a bit more than most with the other ones.” 

[theypissedonme @ Abigail, time to Snark Dryly About Her Customers ] “I am more convinced than ever that he is the agent of Satan.”

{ The Tudors }

“Mister Jack!” Abigail laughed before she could quite catch herself, finding his mild mannered certainty on the subject utterly entertaining, “That’s hardly a kind thing to say,” She turned, so that nobody would see her lips in the main hall as she assured, “I’m certain Satan can hire better than that!”

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