Farewell to Old England the beautiful
Farewell to my old pals as well!
Farewell to the famous Old Bailey's
Where I used to cut such a swell.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters beside Isabelle, Samuel, and Gaston. The plot is also mine.
Captain Jack Sparrow stepped nimbly over a coil of rope, looking out into the harbor. A thick cloak was wrapped around his shoulders.
"Bring her in easy, mate!" He shouted, getting the gangplank ready. They docked, and Jack, with his old tricky, was able to get away from paying the fee.
"Jack, please tell me where are we again?" shouted Will who was helping Elizabeth down from the ship.
"Salem Town, Massachusetts's!" Jack said, glancing over his shoulder before continuing on his way. He walked arrogantly down the street, not taking much care where he went or who he passed. That is, till he was knocked over.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Jack said, picking himself up and looking at the man who knocked him down. He picked himself up, brushed off the snow off his clothes to reveal not a man, but a woman. She was wearing men's clothing, and a dark hat. She blushed crimson.
"Sorry-Jack Sparrow! By the devil, is that you?" she asked, brushing a lock of dark chocolate hair out of her deep blue eyes. Jack paused for a moment.
"Sorry, but you are?..."
"Isabelle! Isabelle Black!" She smiled widely, but then turned for the worst. She slapped Jack smartly across the cheek.
"'Know why you got that one?" Will said, coming up behind him.
"No, actually," Jack replied, rubbing his cheek and turning to Isabelle.
"You gave me a son and never gave a damn!" she said, turning around and hurrying off in the opposite direction. Jack looked startled, and ran after her.