Chapter: 1 | Chapter: 2 | Chapter: 3 | Chapter: 4 | Chapter: 5 | Chapter: 6 | Chapter: 7 I was born, well, Jack. I have no recollection of what my last name was, nor did I really care much. I grew up in Tortuga, in a small hut shack that barely deserved the title of " Home ", yet alone House, but to me this cabin was more splendid than all the mansions in the world, for It kept me dry when it rained and kept it breezy when the scorching heat of summer rolled by. It didn't have much room in it, and there was only one room to it all, not counting a secret trap door that I used frequently as a Fort/Pirate Ship/Castle. My father and mother were pilgrims from the land of England who strayed a little too far into the Caribbean seas, and settled on the island not more than 2 years before my birth