Chapter One: Letting Go
"PLEASE!" Jack begged for the hundredth time in Teague's cabin. He'd been here for the past week, begging on behalf of himself and his crew to finally leave Teague's boat. "Look at me! I'm fine! My cough's gone, my tan's back... you have no reason to keep me here! LET ME GO!" Jack howled, sounding like a toddler having a tantrum.
"I do, I'm your father and until you are eighteen what I say goes!" Teague commanded.
"Oh come on! I've fought sea beasts, crossed paths with Captain Torrents, and Left-Foot Louis and so far I'm relatively unscathed! Come on you can see that I can take care of myself, and I know you can so why are you stopping me!" Jack demanded.
Teague sighed, also for the hundredth time. "We're in the middle of the ocean at present," he explained very slowly, leaning into Jack's face. "Believe me when I say that I hate this situation just as much as you do. I'd love to drop you off, but I can't at the moment, unless you'd like to be dropped off in the middle of the ocean," Teague smiled, leaning ever closer. "We could tie a cannon to your leg, and drop you in a piranha-infested river. The screams of mermaids could fill your ears as you drown."
"You smell funny," Jack said, wafting his hand in front of his nose and backing away. "Can't you at least head to port." he whined,
"Jackie, we are headed to isla penlagosto,"
"isle of lost souls?" Jack asked
"aye! It is an island full of treasures," Teague explained,
"TREASURES! WOW! Like I haven't seen that before!" he answered sarcastically, walking out the door, as he left Laura pushed past him, hurrying into Teague's quarters.
"Teague! We've a slight issue!" she said. Jack stopped, this might be worth listening to he thought.
"Not more!" Teague exclaimed, purposefully giving Jack a pointed look.
"My chef's gone down with scurvy now to,"
"Oh the irony!" Jack smirked,
"Who's making food?" She demanded,
"Well...you're a woman...who owned a bar...you can." Laura slapped Teague hard across the face.
Jack laughed, "I'll make it!"
"Good idea." Laura said patting him on the back,
"nononononono no." Teague said wheeling Jack over to him to face Laura, "he cannot cook!" He stated.
"Well, it's never too late to learn… hey! Why don't you do it?" Jack smiled at Teague
"Jack's cooking." Teague stated quickly.
"Great I'll put the fishing nets out!" he said with enthusiasm
An hour later Jack had started to prepare something that resembled food, when suddenly Arabella walked in,
"WHOA! What are ye doing to that fish?" she asked worriedly,
"cooking it." He replied, "How's it lookin'?"
"The smell speaks for itself!"
"Look! I'm trying to give people food poisoning so that we can get off this boat while they're incapacitated in bed!" Jack explained,
"oh!"
"Want to help?" he asked hopefully,
"Hahahaha no." Arabella laughed, gave Jack a peck on the cheek and walked out. He was left to poison fish alone. He started adding ingredients willy nilly: a pinch of salt here, a bottle of paprika there; soon even the fish looked ill! Jack was beginning to feel a Little queasy from the smell. He smiled evilly: it was ready.
"DINNER!" he screamed through the corridors. Jean and Tuman came running down the stairs.
"Oh food! I have missed you so much!" Jean proclaimed running past Jack, who quickly tried to grab the two boys and tell them the feindish plot, when suddenly Laura dashed down the stairs,
"Dammit." Jack cursed under his breath,
"Not eating with us then Jack?" Laura asked suspiciously,
"Ummm…No, thought I'd get some fresh air, ya know sea breeze and all that!"
"SAME!" Arabella said a little too quickly, Laura misunderstood Arabella and smiled knowingly, Jack looked down the corridor to where the crew were eating, Tuman and Jean had wolfed down their bowls quickly, while Fitz just looked down at his; his nose crumpled at the smell.