The man with suntanned skin and black messy-looking hair (which was decorated with a few beads) was lying on the town's docks. If it wasn't for the rise and fall in his chest, you would think him dead. A small roll to his side was the first movement he made in about an hour. A short sleep- grumble escaped his lips. Softly, a breeze swept over the docks and the man slowly opened his eyes.
Looking up into the slowly growing paler sky he let out a sigh. It had to be around three thirty in the morning, maybe four. Letting out a sigh he sat up, and quickly regretted it. In an instant he felt as sick as a dog, it felt as if he was spinning non-stop. His head was pounding, and slipping a hand to where the pain was, he found out why. His fingers found a bump, and delicately he felt for how big it was. Bigger then a small bump, smaller then a big bump but still...a decent size.
The brown eyes darted around him and rested on a broken rum bottle, "What the bloody hell...?" He muttered, as he grabbed his hat and pushed himself up. For a moment he swayed with the wind, but regained control of his body. Again he glanced to the bottle, had someone knocked him out? This, if it was the case, was not the least bit surprising. Grinning to himself, he started to walk off the docks, onto the road leading into town.
He stepped off of the main road, trying to keep to the alley ways. Shoving his hat onto his head, he looked straight ahead of himself with the smirk that he always wore. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask. Tipping his head back, he opened his mouth, expecting to taste the sweetness of his rum. He did not expect it to be sand, but that is what he got. Immediately he spat it out, and then started to try and brush his tongue off. After about five minutes, he finally cleaned his mouth out of the sand.
It was no longer fulfilling its job, so he dropped the flask to the ground and continued to walk on. Though to where, he wasn't sure. He was sure Elizabeth would be at home, sleeping peacefully. Was Will in the blacksmith shop, or was he with her? He wasn't in a too much of a mood to go hunting for him.
"Mister?" A voice called to him.
Jack put a hand onto the handle of his sword, but still left it in the sheath. "Aye." He answered and turned around. He turned to see a girl who looked to be around five or six. He quirked his eyebrows. She had slightly tanned skin, deep green eyes that resembled emeralds and thick light brown hair that loosely to her waist. The girl wore a simple white gown "Who be ye...love?" Jack asked, his eyebrows still raised.
She green eyes stared at him in awe, "Camille."
"Camille? Well that is a fine name." Jack gave her a nod then turned to walk way.
The girl followed and pulled on the tail of the jacket he had on. He looked at her. Before Jack could react, she wrapped her arms and legs around one of his legs. She sat on her foot, staring up at him again, "Don't go." She said with a pout.
Jack stared down at the girl, he had no clue of what to do. He took a few steps, but she wouldn't let go. "Now missy, what are you doing out this late?" Camille gave him no response, "Shouldn't you be at home...where your parents are?"
She continued to stare at him, "No...Mommy's with the angels, and father...he isn't nice, he's a bad and mean man." Camille smiled at him.
He frowned ,not at what she said, but at the fact that she wouldn't leave him be. 'Maybe she'll let go.' Jack thought. He took about ten more steps, but she wouldn't budge. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Here...Why don't you...get off, and we'll go to someone I know?" She was reluctant but she stood up, then quickly held onto his rough hand. Jack frowned again and let out a groan starting to walk up the road.
Alright, all he had to do was hunt for Will or Elizabeth, surely they'd know what to do...Right?
Looking up into the slowly growing paler sky he let out a sigh. It had to be around three thirty in the morning, maybe four. Letting out a sigh he sat up, and quickly regretted it. In an instant he felt as sick as a dog, it felt as if he was spinning non-stop. His head was pounding, and slipping a hand to where the pain was, he found out why. His fingers found a bump, and delicately he felt for how big it was. Bigger then a small bump, smaller then a big bump but still...a decent size.
The brown eyes darted around him and rested on a broken rum bottle, "What the bloody hell...?" He muttered, as he grabbed his hat and pushed himself up. For a moment he swayed with the wind, but regained control of his body. Again he glanced to the bottle, had someone knocked him out? This, if it was the case, was not the least bit surprising. Grinning to himself, he started to walk off the docks, onto the road leading into town.
He stepped off of the main road, trying to keep to the alley ways. Shoving his hat onto his head, he looked straight ahead of himself with the smirk that he always wore. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask. Tipping his head back, he opened his mouth, expecting to taste the sweetness of his rum. He did not expect it to be sand, but that is what he got. Immediately he spat it out, and then started to try and brush his tongue off. After about five minutes, he finally cleaned his mouth out of the sand.
It was no longer fulfilling its job, so he dropped the flask to the ground and continued to walk on. Though to where, he wasn't sure. He was sure Elizabeth would be at home, sleeping peacefully. Was Will in the blacksmith shop, or was he with her? He wasn't in a too much of a mood to go hunting for him.
"Mister?" A voice called to him.
Jack put a hand onto the handle of his sword, but still left it in the sheath. "Aye." He answered and turned around. He turned to see a girl who looked to be around five or six. He quirked his eyebrows. She had slightly tanned skin, deep green eyes that resembled emeralds and thick light brown hair that loosely to her waist. The girl wore a simple white gown "Who be ye...love?" Jack asked, his eyebrows still raised.
She green eyes stared at him in awe, "Camille."
"Camille? Well that is a fine name." Jack gave her a nod then turned to walk way.
The girl followed and pulled on the tail of the jacket he had on. He looked at her. Before Jack could react, she wrapped her arms and legs around one of his legs. She sat on her foot, staring up at him again, "Don't go." She said with a pout.
Jack stared down at the girl, he had no clue of what to do. He took a few steps, but she wouldn't let go. "Now missy, what are you doing out this late?" Camille gave him no response, "Shouldn't you be at home...where your parents are?"
She continued to stare at him, "No...Mommy's with the angels, and father...he isn't nice, he's a bad and mean man." Camille smiled at him.
He frowned ,not at what she said, but at the fact that she wouldn't leave him be. 'Maybe she'll let go.' Jack thought. He took about ten more steps, but she wouldn't budge. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Here...Why don't you...get off, and we'll go to someone I know?" She was reluctant but she stood up, then quickly held onto his rough hand. Jack frowned again and let out a groan starting to walk up the road.
Alright, all he had to do was hunt for Will or Elizabeth, surely they'd know what to do...Right?