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Ten-year-old Johnathon “Jack” Sparrow lounged on his bed at Shipwreck Cove, a battered adventure novel balanced on his knees. Reading was the only thing that helped him ignore the noise of squabbling pirates downstairs—or the even louder squabbling of his own family.
He was halfway through a sentence when his bedroom door creaked open. His mother, Danielle Sparrow, swept in first, her expression unusually serious. His father, Captain Teague Sparrow, followed, holding an envelope as though it might explode.
Jack sat up. “Mother. Father,” he said with the dignity of someone trying very hard to appear older than ten.
“Jack, love,” his mother began softly. “Your father and I have somethin’ important to tell you. About my side of the family.”
Jack raised an eyebrow—the same eyebrow he would someday use to confuse entire navies.
“You know you carry both our last names,” she continued. “Teague and Sparrow.”
“Aye,” Jack said cautiously. “Necessary for dramatic effect.”
Teague cleared his throat. “Well, lad… your mother’s family… they’re witches and wizards.”
Jack stared at them. Blinked. Considered the statement.
“So that’s why things burst into flames when I get angry?”
“Exactly,” his mum said.
Teague added, “And because of that, there’s a school in Scotland you’ll be attendin’. Safer there than causin’ magical fires in a pirate fortress.”
He handed Jack the envelope, sealed with a wax crest.
Jack turned it over and read:
Mr. Teague-Sparrow
1230 Shipwreck Cove, Madagascar
Third room on the second floor
“Very official,” Jack muttered, tearing it open.
Dear Mr. Teague-Sparrow,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Oliver Sparrow
Deputy Headmaster
Jack looked up sharply. “Mum?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Why does the Deputy Headmaster have your last name?”
Danielle smiled faintly. “Because he’s my uncle.”
“So he’s family?”
“Aye.”
Jack squinted at the letter like it owed him money. “Family who works in a castle full o’ magic. Lovely.”
His eyes drifted to a heavy bag resting beside her boots. “And what’s that?”
“Your school supplies,” she answered. “My uncle sent everything you’ll need.”
Jack peered inside and gasped. “It’s all brand new?”
“Aye, sparkling new. Just because my family wasn’t thrilled about me running off with your father doesn’t mean they cut us off. They sent funds for your wand too—and opened you a trust vault.”
Jack’s eyes widened. Treasure. Magical treasure. His future pirate soul tingled approvingly.
His mother cupped his cheek. “For now, just go along with it. Learn what you can. And if you still want to be a pirate afterward… we’ll stand with you.”
Teague blinked. “We will?”
Danielle elbowed him.
“Aye! We will, lad,” Teague corrected quickly. “Proud o’ ye.”
“We already sent your acceptance owl,” Danielle told him as she tugged Teague toward the door. “Your uncle will be expectin’ you.”
The door closed with a soft click, leaving Jack alone—surrounded by shiny new books, magical equipment, and the fading scent of sea salt.
He looked at the Hogwarts letter again, then at his adventure novel.
“Magic school,” he murmured, tapping the parchment. “Could be useful. Might even help me become the greatest pirate the world has never seen coming.”
He grinned. A spark of excitement—possibly magic—twisted in the air.
A new adventure was beginning.