A/N: This is technically my second POTC story, but I still don't really
know what I am doing. I hope you enjoy and please review!!
"So Jacob, what are you planning on doing today?" Will Turner asked his seventeen-year-old son, Jacob. They were sitting at the table, eating breakfast. Will's wife and Jacob's mother, Elizabeth, was sitting across from Will, and was staring at her son.
"I'm not sure father, I was thinking about going down to the docks and seeing the ships come in. Either that or I might wander the town. Why do you ask?" Jacob replied, transferring some eggs into his mouth.
"No reason, I was just curious. An old friend and his daughter is coming into town today, I would appreciate it if you were home for dinner. They are going to stay with us for a week or so." Will said, and looked at Elizabeth who gave Will a knowing look and a small smile.
Jacob perked up at the thought of having visitors. An image of a noble lord and his beautiful, blonde daughter came into his mind and he gave a small smile. Snapping out of his fantasies Jacob asked "Really? Who is it?"
Will took a moment to ponder this question, and with a look passed it on to his wife. Elizabeth thought for a moment as well before answering. She looked at her only son with affection. He had turned out just like his father, tall, handsome, and intelligent. He had light brown hair, stunning green eyes, and a quick mind. Both of his parents where very proud. "You will see at dinner time my dear, they are due to arrive in the late afternoon."
"Fine mother, if you don't wish to tell me I shall just go down to the docks and wait all day for their ship to arrive." Jacob said, jokingly. "May I be excused? I think I will go into town now if it is okay with you two.
"Of course son. Have some fun while you are at it, you have been working so hard at school lately." Will said.
"Yes have some fun darling and be careful." Elizabeth said and Jacob rolled his eyes. Jacob jumped to his feet and ran upstairs to get his coat. Will and Elizabeth rolled their eyes at each other and continued their meal.
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Jacob strolled down the side of the street, watching people and actions. He had grown up in Port Royal, and he knew just about everyone in it. Although it was a seedy sort of place, he loved it, especially the docks. Watching the people come and go, leading exciting lives, sometimes he longed to hop aboard one of the trading vessels and sail away into the sunset. However, there was always something that held him back, it was like he was tied to Port Royal. Jacob would never admit that he was afraid of leaving, but deep down inside he knew it.
Snapping out of his reveries Jacob realized that he had wandered down to the docks. There were many people going about they're business. The smaller boats were lined up side by side, tied to the dock with thick ropes. The larger boats and ships were anchored out in the harbor and many small boats were traveling back and forth from shore to the ships.
Jacob's mind returned to the thought of the guests that were coming that night. He hoped that the daughter would be his age, at least then they could talk. He pictured her as being tall and blonde, beautiful of course, (we are dealing with a teenage boy so of course he is picturing her as being seeeexxxyy) and maybe, just maybe there would be a chance that he could court her.
Suddenly his stomach gave a loud growl, warning him that he was running low on food. It had been nearly six hours since breakfast so he headed into town to the bakery.
"Hello there young Jake." The baker called as soon as Jacob walked in. The smell of fresh bread and all sorts of tasty treats met Jacob's nose and his mouth automatically started watering.
"Hello Charlie." Jake replied. "Can I please get a roll?"
"Alright, is that all for you today?" Charlie said, grabbing a roll off one of the shelves and stuffing it into a bag.
"Yes that's it thank you." Jake said and set a few coins on the counter. "Good day."
"Good day." Charlie replied.
Jake walked out the door and started down the street, taking a bite of the warm roll. He continued down towards his father's old blacksmith shop. He saw a flash of red down one of the alleys and turned to look. There was nothing down the alley but his curiosity got the better of him and he went down to take a look. There were many crates up against the walls and it was dark. He checked behind the crates all the way down to the end of the alley before he decided that it must have been a stray dog or cat. He turned to head back out but suddenly he heard a cry and something jumped on his back. Jake struggled with whoever it was for a few moments before he managed to throw them to the ground. He turned and was shocked at what he saw.
Before him stood a girl, well she was more of a woman. She had jet-black hair, put into dread-locks with beads woven in. She was wearing a crimson headscarf and a matching linen shirt, with tight black pants, and knee high boots. Her eyes were a crystalline blue and were lined with kohl and she had full red lips. Jake couldn't help but admit that she was beautiful. Suddenly she unsheathed a long sword and pointed it right at his neck.
"Hand over your money and jewels scum!" She cried, smiling triumphantly.
"Never pirate!" Jake declared jumping back and drawing him own sword.
"Are you prepared to cross blades with a pirate boy?" She asked glaring.
"I am ready to kill you!" He answered and struck. She blocked him and they began fighting. Up and down the alley they fought shouting curses and striking at one another. She finally struck him on the belt, cutting loose his moneybag and it slid down her sword and into her hand.
"You will always remember today was the day that you were beat by Mariah Sparrow!" she declared. He stopped trying to hit her for a moment, which she took as an opportunity to run. "Tah." Mariah Sparrow said and sprinted past Jake and out of the alley.
"Stop pirate!" He called and chased after her. He could see her red shirt dodging ahead of him and he went after her, bumping into people as he went. She made many turns and finally was on the street that his home was on. To his horror Mariah Sparrow turned at his gate and ran up the long driveway to his manor and actually ran inside. Jake increased his speed and blew through the door. He stopped in his tracks at the sight. The girl, Mariah, was standing in front of an equally dirty and pirate like man, who had his hands on his shoulders. He was tall and tan with the same hair and eyes as the girl and was as handsome as she was beautiful. The man was talking with his parents and they were actually laughing together. Jake stood stock-still and they all turned to stare at him. Will stepped forward and introduced their guests.
"Son, this is Captain Jack Sparrow and his daughter, Mariah Sparrow, they are the old friends your mother and I were telling you about and they will be staying with us for a week or so. Jack, Mariah, this is my son Jacob."
"So Jacob, what are you planning on doing today?" Will Turner asked his seventeen-year-old son, Jacob. They were sitting at the table, eating breakfast. Will's wife and Jacob's mother, Elizabeth, was sitting across from Will, and was staring at her son.
"I'm not sure father, I was thinking about going down to the docks and seeing the ships come in. Either that or I might wander the town. Why do you ask?" Jacob replied, transferring some eggs into his mouth.
"No reason, I was just curious. An old friend and his daughter is coming into town today, I would appreciate it if you were home for dinner. They are going to stay with us for a week or so." Will said, and looked at Elizabeth who gave Will a knowing look and a small smile.
Jacob perked up at the thought of having visitors. An image of a noble lord and his beautiful, blonde daughter came into his mind and he gave a small smile. Snapping out of his fantasies Jacob asked "Really? Who is it?"
Will took a moment to ponder this question, and with a look passed it on to his wife. Elizabeth thought for a moment as well before answering. She looked at her only son with affection. He had turned out just like his father, tall, handsome, and intelligent. He had light brown hair, stunning green eyes, and a quick mind. Both of his parents where very proud. "You will see at dinner time my dear, they are due to arrive in the late afternoon."
"Fine mother, if you don't wish to tell me I shall just go down to the docks and wait all day for their ship to arrive." Jacob said, jokingly. "May I be excused? I think I will go into town now if it is okay with you two.
"Of course son. Have some fun while you are at it, you have been working so hard at school lately." Will said.
"Yes have some fun darling and be careful." Elizabeth said and Jacob rolled his eyes. Jacob jumped to his feet and ran upstairs to get his coat. Will and Elizabeth rolled their eyes at each other and continued their meal.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jacob strolled down the side of the street, watching people and actions. He had grown up in Port Royal, and he knew just about everyone in it. Although it was a seedy sort of place, he loved it, especially the docks. Watching the people come and go, leading exciting lives, sometimes he longed to hop aboard one of the trading vessels and sail away into the sunset. However, there was always something that held him back, it was like he was tied to Port Royal. Jacob would never admit that he was afraid of leaving, but deep down inside he knew it.
Snapping out of his reveries Jacob realized that he had wandered down to the docks. There were many people going about they're business. The smaller boats were lined up side by side, tied to the dock with thick ropes. The larger boats and ships were anchored out in the harbor and many small boats were traveling back and forth from shore to the ships.
Jacob's mind returned to the thought of the guests that were coming that night. He hoped that the daughter would be his age, at least then they could talk. He pictured her as being tall and blonde, beautiful of course, (we are dealing with a teenage boy so of course he is picturing her as being seeeexxxyy) and maybe, just maybe there would be a chance that he could court her.
Suddenly his stomach gave a loud growl, warning him that he was running low on food. It had been nearly six hours since breakfast so he headed into town to the bakery.
"Hello there young Jake." The baker called as soon as Jacob walked in. The smell of fresh bread and all sorts of tasty treats met Jacob's nose and his mouth automatically started watering.
"Hello Charlie." Jake replied. "Can I please get a roll?"
"Alright, is that all for you today?" Charlie said, grabbing a roll off one of the shelves and stuffing it into a bag.
"Yes that's it thank you." Jake said and set a few coins on the counter. "Good day."
"Good day." Charlie replied.
Jake walked out the door and started down the street, taking a bite of the warm roll. He continued down towards his father's old blacksmith shop. He saw a flash of red down one of the alleys and turned to look. There was nothing down the alley but his curiosity got the better of him and he went down to take a look. There were many crates up against the walls and it was dark. He checked behind the crates all the way down to the end of the alley before he decided that it must have been a stray dog or cat. He turned to head back out but suddenly he heard a cry and something jumped on his back. Jake struggled with whoever it was for a few moments before he managed to throw them to the ground. He turned and was shocked at what he saw.
Before him stood a girl, well she was more of a woman. She had jet-black hair, put into dread-locks with beads woven in. She was wearing a crimson headscarf and a matching linen shirt, with tight black pants, and knee high boots. Her eyes were a crystalline blue and were lined with kohl and she had full red lips. Jake couldn't help but admit that she was beautiful. Suddenly she unsheathed a long sword and pointed it right at his neck.
"Hand over your money and jewels scum!" She cried, smiling triumphantly.
"Never pirate!" Jake declared jumping back and drawing him own sword.
"Are you prepared to cross blades with a pirate boy?" She asked glaring.
"I am ready to kill you!" He answered and struck. She blocked him and they began fighting. Up and down the alley they fought shouting curses and striking at one another. She finally struck him on the belt, cutting loose his moneybag and it slid down her sword and into her hand.
"You will always remember today was the day that you were beat by Mariah Sparrow!" she declared. He stopped trying to hit her for a moment, which she took as an opportunity to run. "Tah." Mariah Sparrow said and sprinted past Jake and out of the alley.
"Stop pirate!" He called and chased after her. He could see her red shirt dodging ahead of him and he went after her, bumping into people as he went. She made many turns and finally was on the street that his home was on. To his horror Mariah Sparrow turned at his gate and ran up the long driveway to his manor and actually ran inside. Jake increased his speed and blew through the door. He stopped in his tracks at the sight. The girl, Mariah, was standing in front of an equally dirty and pirate like man, who had his hands on his shoulders. He was tall and tan with the same hair and eyes as the girl and was as handsome as she was beautiful. The man was talking with his parents and they were actually laughing together. Jake stood stock-still and they all turned to stare at him. Will stepped forward and introduced their guests.
"Son, this is Captain Jack Sparrow and his daughter, Mariah Sparrow, they are the old friends your mother and I were telling you about and they will be staying with us for a week or so. Jack, Mariah, this is my son Jacob."