Chapter 1
It was a beautiful summer day at Port Royal. Anne Turner was still in bed. She had stayed up to late, as usual, practicing with the swords that her father, William Turner, made. "Anne," she could hear her mother calling her from the hallway. "Yes, mother?" she called back.
Her mother came in. "You stay up to late again?" she asked. "Yes," Anne confessed. "I don't see what the big fascination is with swords." Elizabeth said. "Ever since dad told me the story of him and Captain Jack Sparrow saving you, killing Captain Barbosa, and capturing the crew of the Black Pearl, I've been fascinated by pirates. I mean, what if a pirate ship came here, to Port Royal? All the women could die because they didn't know how to defend themselves," Anne exclaimed.
Elizabeth just laughed. "Whatever you say," she said sarcastically. "Come on, it's almost time for breakfast." "Ok. I'll be downstairs in a minute." "Ok." Her mother replied. She left the room, and closed the door.
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"Good morning, honey," Will said to his daughter when she came into the dining hall. "Good morning, father," she answered back. She ate her porridge, and started to get up from the table. "And where do you think you are going?" her father asked her. "It's time to go down to the blacksmith shop." Anne answered. "Remember, I help you now?" "Yes, but I thought today, you could take a break." Will told his daughter. "You're mother and I have been talking, and we think that it would be best if you don't go to work with me for awhile." "What?!" Anne exclaimed. "But."
"No buts Anne," her mother told her sternly. "Now go off and read a book, or play outside or something." Anne out in the dining hall, and down the main hallway. As she was just about to open the door, she heard a knock. She opened it up, and there stood a man, who wore a tattered hat, and who's hair was braided and scraggally.
"Hello, miss. Is Mr. Will Turner here?" the man asked.
"Yes, he is," Anne said nervously. "Father!! Someone's here to see you!!"
"Thank you, Anne," her father said to her. He looked out to the man standing in the doorway. His jaw dropped. "Jack?!?"
It was a beautiful summer day at Port Royal. Anne Turner was still in bed. She had stayed up to late, as usual, practicing with the swords that her father, William Turner, made. "Anne," she could hear her mother calling her from the hallway. "Yes, mother?" she called back.
Her mother came in. "You stay up to late again?" she asked. "Yes," Anne confessed. "I don't see what the big fascination is with swords." Elizabeth said. "Ever since dad told me the story of him and Captain Jack Sparrow saving you, killing Captain Barbosa, and capturing the crew of the Black Pearl, I've been fascinated by pirates. I mean, what if a pirate ship came here, to Port Royal? All the women could die because they didn't know how to defend themselves," Anne exclaimed.
Elizabeth just laughed. "Whatever you say," she said sarcastically. "Come on, it's almost time for breakfast." "Ok. I'll be downstairs in a minute." "Ok." Her mother replied. She left the room, and closed the door.
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"Good morning, honey," Will said to his daughter when she came into the dining hall. "Good morning, father," she answered back. She ate her porridge, and started to get up from the table. "And where do you think you are going?" her father asked her. "It's time to go down to the blacksmith shop." Anne answered. "Remember, I help you now?" "Yes, but I thought today, you could take a break." Will told his daughter. "You're mother and I have been talking, and we think that it would be best if you don't go to work with me for awhile." "What?!" Anne exclaimed. "But."
"No buts Anne," her mother told her sternly. "Now go off and read a book, or play outside or something." Anne out in the dining hall, and down the main hallway. As she was just about to open the door, she heard a knock. She opened it up, and there stood a man, who wore a tattered hat, and who's hair was braided and scraggally.
"Hello, miss. Is Mr. Will Turner here?" the man asked.
"Yes, he is," Anne said nervously. "Father!! Someone's here to see you!!"
"Thank you, Anne," her father said to her. He looked out to the man standing in the doorway. His jaw dropped. "Jack?!?"