Chapter 1: Welcome to Black Pearl High
Jack Sparrow walked slowly into the walls of Hell. Or actually, it was Black Pearl High School. But to the seventeen year old, High School was Hell. Nothing ever went right for him. His life, in his opinion was trash.
Clad in all black, he waited for the bell to ring. The warm September morning was a comfort to his smaller, cold frame. He climbed onto a picnic table, and pulled out his CD player. Sliding on his headphones, and pressing the 'play' button, he heard the sounds of Vendetta Red playing.
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William Turner, classic know-it-all, geek, you name it, he was called it, pulled up into the parking lot of his High School, sighing, dreading another day of seeing Elizabeth Swann, the beautiful girl of his dreams sucking the lips off Norrington. Norrington was a classic jock. Handsome, athletic and popular. Everything Will was not.
Checking his watch, he saw that he had ten minutes to waste until the bell rang. There was nothing to do but read. So, getting out of his forest green explorer, he made his way over to an empty table. Unfortunately, there were none. So, choosing the next best thing, a table with only one person at it.
This just wasn't his day. He realized that the other person sitting at the table was none other that Jack Sparrow the nefarious man-whore. But really, in all reality, Will didn't see anything wrong with that. At least the guy had the guts to talk to girls, unlike himself.
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Jack heard someone sit down next to him, or felt it anyway. Not like he could hear over his CD, now playing Opiate Summer. Looking over he saw Will Turner, or at least he thought that's who it was, not being good with names and all.
Will looked over at him, an annoyed look on his face. "Do you mind turning that down, I can't concentrate." He said to Jack. He just rolled his eyes and fiddled with the knob on the side of the player.
"Happy?" Jack asked the boy. He nodded, turning his head back to the book in his hands. "Lord of the Rings. You've got good taste in books, I'll give you that."
"Like you've ever read a book in your life. Not so much as know a good book." Now it was Will's turn to roll his eyes.
"Actually, Liam, I have." Jack glared at the brunette. "I've read each of those books ten times."
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Will was having a staring contest with Jack when Elizabeth Swann chose this moment to grace his line of vision with her presence. He shuttered, suddenly feeling cold. Jack looked at him, shaking his head.
"Honestly, it's not that cold." He said to him, but Will wasn't listening, he was starring at the vision of loveliness that stopped a mere ten feet from him. "Ah. So it's not the cold. You've found yourself a girl. And a nice looking one at that." Will dumbly nodded. "Close your mouth." He heard from what seemed like miles away. "There are easier ways to catch a fly."
Will snapped back to reality, closing his mouth, blushing. Jack laughed. Will's head whipped around. "What's so funny?" he asked the dark haired boy who was shaking from suppressed laughter.
"I'm sorry, you just looked so stupid. Just go up and talk to her, ask her out, or something. Don't just sit here."
*Wow, for a man-whore, he sure does give some good advice.* Will thought to himself, but shook his head. "She's got a boyfriend."
"If you don't, I will." Jack said, giving him a little shove in the back. Just then the bell rang. "Great, the 'Bell to Hell' sounds. Oh look, it's Lucifer himself." Jack said as Norrington jogged up to Elizabeth. "You lost your chance, mate." He walked off, leaving Will alone with his thoughts.
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Home room was always a drag. Especially Spanish. He'd taken French in Freshman year, he hated it. But, Spanish wasn't any better.
"Buenos Dias, Clase." The teacher, Señorita Johnson said, walking up to the front of the room. She had the attendance sheet in her hand, and she started waving it in the air. There were only three Juniors taking Spanish 1, most others were in Español 2, or 3.
Jack tuned the teacher out, until he heard he name. "Here." he said monotonously. Gazing fixedly at the chalk board. He had only been in the class for three weeks, and already he couldn't stand the class. Actually, he found the class it's self, interesting, it was the teacher that made the class drag on.
Starring at the bell, longing for the forty-two minute class to be over, but, it only just started. There was a knock at the door, and in walked a girl, not just any girl, but one to make Jack stop and thank the Lord he had taken the class. She was tall, but not overly so, about five foot seven. Olive skin, and dark hair. But her eyes, they were beautiful. A mix between blue and green he noticed as she walked by his chair, handing the teacher a note.
"Clase, we have a new estudiante. This is Ana-Maria. She's from California. Por favor, make her feel welcome." They all started to say hello. Señorita scanned the room for an empty seat. "Take a seat over there by Mr. Sparrow." Jack raised his hand so she knew who 'Mr. Sparrow' was.
She walked quietly to the back of the room, sitting across from Jack. She slouched in her seat, taking out her notebook ready to take notes. Jack scribbled a note to her, Ana-Maria, nice to meet you, the name is Jack. He wrote, folding it, and flicking it on to her desk.
She opened it and smiled, writing her reply back. The pleasure is all mine Jack. What have we been doing? She folded it again and sent it flying over to his desk. He looked over to her and mouthed 'nothing'.
Miss Johnson told the class to open to page three, they would be picking names on Friday, and to start looking now.
Ana wrote to Jack What name are you gonna pick?
Jack thought for a moment, before writing back, No se. This continued for the rest of the period, them giving each other name ideas.
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Will was sitting in second period, just as the bell rang. He loved Algebra II, not for the class, in fact, math was his worst subject. But because they sat in alphabetical order, and Turner comes after Swann, not Norrington, in fact, David Norrington wasn't even in this class, he wasn't in any math, him being a Senior. (In this school, you only need three years of math to graduate.) In the back of the class room, Will sat furiously taking notes, every now and then, glancing at Elizabeth. She was sitting back in her chair, casually jotting down anything that she may need to remember.
He sighed, he didn't knew why he tried, he'd never get math. English and Science, no problem, but Algebra II. He rubbed his tired eyes, and starting to take notes again, writing the examples from on the board onto his notebook. He chanced a glance at Elizabeth, and noticed her looking at him! He almost felt his heart stop. She turned away, and his heart sank. But, she produced a note from her pocket of her hip-huggers. She held it out in the isle way for him to take it.
With shaky hands, he reached out and grabbed the note, his fingers lightly touching hers. Need help? It read, he turned to her and nodded furiously, fighting the urge to get down on his hands and knees and thank God then and there. She passed him another You have study hall fourth period right, I'll help you then. He gave her a grateful smile before continuing to write notes in his book. Or, more correctly 'I love E.S.' over and over again. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to write that on the same page as his notes. Or was he. After five lines of 'I love E.S.' he realized where he was writing this, and she would see it eventually. *Damn pen* he said to himself, turning to a clean page to continue with the pointless babbling of an ancient and boring math teacher, who, by the way, couldn't teach a dog to fetch. And was bitten by a squirrel. (Seriously, my Geometry teacher was bitten by a squirrel.)
The bell rang, signaling the students to switch classes. He headed down the hall to his locker for his gym clothes, messily shoved in a bag in the back of his locker. He went down the stairs to the gym, conveniently located on the other side of the school. He made it just as the bell rang. He dived down the steps to the locker room just in time.
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Jack was in the locker room, getting ready for the easiest quarter credit he'd ever had. The door to the locker room burst open and in ran Will, late as usual. He made a world record time for fastest time getting dressed. Jack just rolled his eyes, casually changing from his black t- shirt to a burgundy and gold Raiders shirt. "You get enough of a workout every day getting from where ever you come from to here don't you?" he asked Will, who was still panting out of breath from the run. "It's amazing you should be on track, or cross country." Will nodded his thanks and turned to the guy next to him.
"What do you think, Drew, am I cross country worthy?" Will asked his friend, who happened to be one of the star runners for the Black Pearl Raiders cross country. His nickname was Mercury, dubbed by some of the guys for his ability to fly around the course. He broke three school records in his Freshman year alone. Drew shrugged and answered.
"If you would ever try out. Give it a shot. Who knows, the man-whore is right, you get enough exercise every day, pretty soon you'll get my nickname." He laughed a little, then stopped seeing the look on Jacks face.
The three boy's made their way up the stairs into the gym, taking a seat on the bleachers. Jack sat away from the other two, he was kind of a loner.
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All of fourth period Elizabeth was helping Will. She sat in a chair to his left, his text book open on her lap. She sat, writing down what he needed to do, seeing as how they can't talk during study hall.
Will looked up to see Jack sitting at the other side of the room, starring at a page in a book, squinting he saw the cover, The Two Towers okay, so maybe he did read the books. A girl with dark hair walked over to him and stole the book from his grip. He shook his head at their childish antics.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully for anyone until it was time to leave. Will looked out at the picnic tables to see Jack on the same one he was sitting at this morning. The thing was, school had ended an hour ago. Will stayed after for academic challenge, and he doubted Jack was in any other after school club.
"Why are you still here?" he asked him. Jack looked up at Will, a look of pain etched across his young face.
"I stay here as long as possible. I'm not really wanted at home, and I don't feel like getting the shit beat outta me by my old man. K?" He said, laying his head on the picnic table.
"Oh." Will replied "Do you wanna come over to my house, you don't have to worry, your parents won't find you there." Jack nodded, getting up and following Will over to his car.
"Nice ride." Jack muttered as he climbed in.
They arrived little more than ten minutes later, to a beautiful Spanish style house. A little girl about nine was playing with a Golden Retriever in the front yard. "Hi Liam." She said, eyeing Jack. "Who's that?" she said gesturing to Jack.
"Jack Sparrow." Jack answered for himself."And you are?" He asked
"That's my sister Angel. Angel, is mom inside?" The girl nodded, throwing the Frisbee for her dog.
They walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Turner was cooking something on the stove. "Hello dear. Did you have a good day at school?" She asked her son.
"Same as usual. Mom, can Jack stay for a while?" she nodded.
"Do you like spaghetti?" she asked Jack. He shook his head 'yes', and followed Will to what was his room on the second floor.
"Your mom seems nice." Jack said. Suddenly interested in the carpet. "Mine died giving birth to my brother Jason." He closed his eyes, picturing the rainy day in March in the cemetery, the cherry coffin being lowered into the ground. "Your lucky to have such a good family. My life is trash." He said voicing what was going through his mind as soon as he saw the house while going down the drive-way.
"I'm sorry." Will said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It's not your fault." He looked up, and around the room. "Nice pics. Is that Liv Tyler?" He gestured to a picture of Arwen. Will nodded. "Lord of the Rings fan, I shouldda known You'd have a pic somewhere in here."
They ate dinner, talking about everything from girls to Will signing up for cross country. Mrs. Turner agreed, he'd be a good runner, then again, mom's are supposed to say things like that to their kids.
"Thanks for the meal Mrs. Turner, it was excellent, I better go, don't wanna get to beat up too badly." he got up and put his shoes on. "Give me a ride Will?" He asked.
"Sure. Wait in the car, I'll be right there." Jack slid his other shoe on, and left for the car.
"Liam, hun. What did your friend mean?" Mrs. Turner asked her son when Jack left.
"I think his dad beats him." Will said sighing. "He says he's not wanted at home. I found him sitting on a picnic table after academic challenge."
"The poor dear, he seemed so nice to me. I wonder why anyone would do such a thing as to hit their own child. The emotional damage that poor boy must have." Will agreed, and left to take Jack home.
"Mom says you can come over again when ever you want." Will said, climbing into his car. They drove to Jacks house in silence, except for Jack telling him when to turn.
"This is it." They had stopped in front of a nice farm house. "See you tomorrow at school." He opened the door of the explorer. At that moment there was the sound of something glass smashing into a wall. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck. And remember, if you ever need anything, call me, my number is in the Student Directory. And if you need a place to stay, we have a spare room." With that, Jack left and walked into the only place on Earth he should be loved but wasn't. Will stayed a minute after he Jack went inside, to hear screams of pain as something glass was thrown at Jack and a voice yelling at him. Something about never leaving like that again, or something of that nature. His dad was probably drunk most likely. Poor kid, he won't be at school tomorrow.
I forgot to do this last time. Disclaimer: If I owned any of these characters I'd be rich, and I'm not so we can make a good assumption that I don't so don't sue me. I wish I owned Johnny Depp, Orlando is always good too.
Jack Sparrow walked slowly into the walls of Hell. Or actually, it was Black Pearl High School. But to the seventeen year old, High School was Hell. Nothing ever went right for him. His life, in his opinion was trash.
Clad in all black, he waited for the bell to ring. The warm September morning was a comfort to his smaller, cold frame. He climbed onto a picnic table, and pulled out his CD player. Sliding on his headphones, and pressing the 'play' button, he heard the sounds of Vendetta Red playing.
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William Turner, classic know-it-all, geek, you name it, he was called it, pulled up into the parking lot of his High School, sighing, dreading another day of seeing Elizabeth Swann, the beautiful girl of his dreams sucking the lips off Norrington. Norrington was a classic jock. Handsome, athletic and popular. Everything Will was not.
Checking his watch, he saw that he had ten minutes to waste until the bell rang. There was nothing to do but read. So, getting out of his forest green explorer, he made his way over to an empty table. Unfortunately, there were none. So, choosing the next best thing, a table with only one person at it.
This just wasn't his day. He realized that the other person sitting at the table was none other that Jack Sparrow the nefarious man-whore. But really, in all reality, Will didn't see anything wrong with that. At least the guy had the guts to talk to girls, unlike himself.
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Jack heard someone sit down next to him, or felt it anyway. Not like he could hear over his CD, now playing Opiate Summer. Looking over he saw Will Turner, or at least he thought that's who it was, not being good with names and all.
Will looked over at him, an annoyed look on his face. "Do you mind turning that down, I can't concentrate." He said to Jack. He just rolled his eyes and fiddled with the knob on the side of the player.
"Happy?" Jack asked the boy. He nodded, turning his head back to the book in his hands. "Lord of the Rings. You've got good taste in books, I'll give you that."
"Like you've ever read a book in your life. Not so much as know a good book." Now it was Will's turn to roll his eyes.
"Actually, Liam, I have." Jack glared at the brunette. "I've read each of those books ten times."
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Will was having a staring contest with Jack when Elizabeth Swann chose this moment to grace his line of vision with her presence. He shuttered, suddenly feeling cold. Jack looked at him, shaking his head.
"Honestly, it's not that cold." He said to him, but Will wasn't listening, he was starring at the vision of loveliness that stopped a mere ten feet from him. "Ah. So it's not the cold. You've found yourself a girl. And a nice looking one at that." Will dumbly nodded. "Close your mouth." He heard from what seemed like miles away. "There are easier ways to catch a fly."
Will snapped back to reality, closing his mouth, blushing. Jack laughed. Will's head whipped around. "What's so funny?" he asked the dark haired boy who was shaking from suppressed laughter.
"I'm sorry, you just looked so stupid. Just go up and talk to her, ask her out, or something. Don't just sit here."
*Wow, for a man-whore, he sure does give some good advice.* Will thought to himself, but shook his head. "She's got a boyfriend."
"If you don't, I will." Jack said, giving him a little shove in the back. Just then the bell rang. "Great, the 'Bell to Hell' sounds. Oh look, it's Lucifer himself." Jack said as Norrington jogged up to Elizabeth. "You lost your chance, mate." He walked off, leaving Will alone with his thoughts.
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Home room was always a drag. Especially Spanish. He'd taken French in Freshman year, he hated it. But, Spanish wasn't any better.
"Buenos Dias, Clase." The teacher, Señorita Johnson said, walking up to the front of the room. She had the attendance sheet in her hand, and she started waving it in the air. There were only three Juniors taking Spanish 1, most others were in Español 2, or 3.
Jack tuned the teacher out, until he heard he name. "Here." he said monotonously. Gazing fixedly at the chalk board. He had only been in the class for three weeks, and already he couldn't stand the class. Actually, he found the class it's self, interesting, it was the teacher that made the class drag on.
Starring at the bell, longing for the forty-two minute class to be over, but, it only just started. There was a knock at the door, and in walked a girl, not just any girl, but one to make Jack stop and thank the Lord he had taken the class. She was tall, but not overly so, about five foot seven. Olive skin, and dark hair. But her eyes, they were beautiful. A mix between blue and green he noticed as she walked by his chair, handing the teacher a note.
"Clase, we have a new estudiante. This is Ana-Maria. She's from California. Por favor, make her feel welcome." They all started to say hello. Señorita scanned the room for an empty seat. "Take a seat over there by Mr. Sparrow." Jack raised his hand so she knew who 'Mr. Sparrow' was.
She walked quietly to the back of the room, sitting across from Jack. She slouched in her seat, taking out her notebook ready to take notes. Jack scribbled a note to her, Ana-Maria, nice to meet you, the name is Jack. He wrote, folding it, and flicking it on to her desk.
She opened it and smiled, writing her reply back. The pleasure is all mine Jack. What have we been doing? She folded it again and sent it flying over to his desk. He looked over to her and mouthed 'nothing'.
Miss Johnson told the class to open to page three, they would be picking names on Friday, and to start looking now.
Ana wrote to Jack What name are you gonna pick?
Jack thought for a moment, before writing back, No se. This continued for the rest of the period, them giving each other name ideas.
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Will was sitting in second period, just as the bell rang. He loved Algebra II, not for the class, in fact, math was his worst subject. But because they sat in alphabetical order, and Turner comes after Swann, not Norrington, in fact, David Norrington wasn't even in this class, he wasn't in any math, him being a Senior. (In this school, you only need three years of math to graduate.) In the back of the class room, Will sat furiously taking notes, every now and then, glancing at Elizabeth. She was sitting back in her chair, casually jotting down anything that she may need to remember.
He sighed, he didn't knew why he tried, he'd never get math. English and Science, no problem, but Algebra II. He rubbed his tired eyes, and starting to take notes again, writing the examples from on the board onto his notebook. He chanced a glance at Elizabeth, and noticed her looking at him! He almost felt his heart stop. She turned away, and his heart sank. But, she produced a note from her pocket of her hip-huggers. She held it out in the isle way for him to take it.
With shaky hands, he reached out and grabbed the note, his fingers lightly touching hers. Need help? It read, he turned to her and nodded furiously, fighting the urge to get down on his hands and knees and thank God then and there. She passed him another You have study hall fourth period right, I'll help you then. He gave her a grateful smile before continuing to write notes in his book. Or, more correctly 'I love E.S.' over and over again. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to write that on the same page as his notes. Or was he. After five lines of 'I love E.S.' he realized where he was writing this, and she would see it eventually. *Damn pen* he said to himself, turning to a clean page to continue with the pointless babbling of an ancient and boring math teacher, who, by the way, couldn't teach a dog to fetch. And was bitten by a squirrel. (Seriously, my Geometry teacher was bitten by a squirrel.)
The bell rang, signaling the students to switch classes. He headed down the hall to his locker for his gym clothes, messily shoved in a bag in the back of his locker. He went down the stairs to the gym, conveniently located on the other side of the school. He made it just as the bell rang. He dived down the steps to the locker room just in time.
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Jack was in the locker room, getting ready for the easiest quarter credit he'd ever had. The door to the locker room burst open and in ran Will, late as usual. He made a world record time for fastest time getting dressed. Jack just rolled his eyes, casually changing from his black t- shirt to a burgundy and gold Raiders shirt. "You get enough of a workout every day getting from where ever you come from to here don't you?" he asked Will, who was still panting out of breath from the run. "It's amazing you should be on track, or cross country." Will nodded his thanks and turned to the guy next to him.
"What do you think, Drew, am I cross country worthy?" Will asked his friend, who happened to be one of the star runners for the Black Pearl Raiders cross country. His nickname was Mercury, dubbed by some of the guys for his ability to fly around the course. He broke three school records in his Freshman year alone. Drew shrugged and answered.
"If you would ever try out. Give it a shot. Who knows, the man-whore is right, you get enough exercise every day, pretty soon you'll get my nickname." He laughed a little, then stopped seeing the look on Jacks face.
The three boy's made their way up the stairs into the gym, taking a seat on the bleachers. Jack sat away from the other two, he was kind of a loner.
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All of fourth period Elizabeth was helping Will. She sat in a chair to his left, his text book open on her lap. She sat, writing down what he needed to do, seeing as how they can't talk during study hall.
Will looked up to see Jack sitting at the other side of the room, starring at a page in a book, squinting he saw the cover, The Two Towers okay, so maybe he did read the books. A girl with dark hair walked over to him and stole the book from his grip. He shook his head at their childish antics.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully for anyone until it was time to leave. Will looked out at the picnic tables to see Jack on the same one he was sitting at this morning. The thing was, school had ended an hour ago. Will stayed after for academic challenge, and he doubted Jack was in any other after school club.
"Why are you still here?" he asked him. Jack looked up at Will, a look of pain etched across his young face.
"I stay here as long as possible. I'm not really wanted at home, and I don't feel like getting the shit beat outta me by my old man. K?" He said, laying his head on the picnic table.
"Oh." Will replied "Do you wanna come over to my house, you don't have to worry, your parents won't find you there." Jack nodded, getting up and following Will over to his car.
"Nice ride." Jack muttered as he climbed in.
They arrived little more than ten minutes later, to a beautiful Spanish style house. A little girl about nine was playing with a Golden Retriever in the front yard. "Hi Liam." She said, eyeing Jack. "Who's that?" she said gesturing to Jack.
"Jack Sparrow." Jack answered for himself."And you are?" He asked
"That's my sister Angel. Angel, is mom inside?" The girl nodded, throwing the Frisbee for her dog.
They walked into the kitchen where Mrs. Turner was cooking something on the stove. "Hello dear. Did you have a good day at school?" She asked her son.
"Same as usual. Mom, can Jack stay for a while?" she nodded.
"Do you like spaghetti?" she asked Jack. He shook his head 'yes', and followed Will to what was his room on the second floor.
"Your mom seems nice." Jack said. Suddenly interested in the carpet. "Mine died giving birth to my brother Jason." He closed his eyes, picturing the rainy day in March in the cemetery, the cherry coffin being lowered into the ground. "Your lucky to have such a good family. My life is trash." He said voicing what was going through his mind as soon as he saw the house while going down the drive-way.
"I'm sorry." Will said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It's not your fault." He looked up, and around the room. "Nice pics. Is that Liv Tyler?" He gestured to a picture of Arwen. Will nodded. "Lord of the Rings fan, I shouldda known You'd have a pic somewhere in here."
They ate dinner, talking about everything from girls to Will signing up for cross country. Mrs. Turner agreed, he'd be a good runner, then again, mom's are supposed to say things like that to their kids.
"Thanks for the meal Mrs. Turner, it was excellent, I better go, don't wanna get to beat up too badly." he got up and put his shoes on. "Give me a ride Will?" He asked.
"Sure. Wait in the car, I'll be right there." Jack slid his other shoe on, and left for the car.
"Liam, hun. What did your friend mean?" Mrs. Turner asked her son when Jack left.
"I think his dad beats him." Will said sighing. "He says he's not wanted at home. I found him sitting on a picnic table after academic challenge."
"The poor dear, he seemed so nice to me. I wonder why anyone would do such a thing as to hit their own child. The emotional damage that poor boy must have." Will agreed, and left to take Jack home.
"Mom says you can come over again when ever you want." Will said, climbing into his car. They drove to Jacks house in silence, except for Jack telling him when to turn.
"This is it." They had stopped in front of a nice farm house. "See you tomorrow at school." He opened the door of the explorer. At that moment there was the sound of something glass smashing into a wall. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck. And remember, if you ever need anything, call me, my number is in the Student Directory. And if you need a place to stay, we have a spare room." With that, Jack left and walked into the only place on Earth he should be loved but wasn't. Will stayed a minute after he Jack went inside, to hear screams of pain as something glass was thrown at Jack and a voice yelling at him. Something about never leaving like that again, or something of that nature. His dad was probably drunk most likely. Poor kid, he won't be at school tomorrow.
I forgot to do this last time. Disclaimer: If I owned any of these characters I'd be rich, and I'm not so we can make a good assumption that I don't so don't sue me. I wish I owned Johnny Depp, Orlando is always good too.