Hello! This is going to be my first Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction,
and I'm quite excited about it. I don't expect it to be especially long,
probably no more than a dozen chapters at the most. So all I can say right
about now is, please review on the way out. Constructive criticism is most
appreciated, flames are generally laughed at, and I love all reviews. If
any flamers want to hear what I think of flames, see my bio.
Summary: Jack Sparrow has a son, son also to a whore, who is not sure who the father is. Edward Denver wants to know his father, wants to be taken away from his horrible life with his mother. Can he find out who his father is, and what will happen when he finally meets the father he's always wanted?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. I do own Edward and his mother, and Lee, the drunk man-whore. Haha, Lee's a Man-Whore!
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I Just Want My Father Chapter one- Edward Denver. or is it something else?
A group of children ran down to Tortuga's main harbour as a dark ship with black sails floated in. All were yelling and cheering, and nothing could be made of their chatter. As the black ship came into port and dropped anchor, a few children swam out to meet the rowboat that was slowly being lowered down the side. This ship was the Black Pearl, and as rumours had said, Jack Sparrow was now captain. There were wild tales of how he had single-handedly taken on the whole crew of the Black Pearl, or how he had returned the gold to the chest all by himself, or how he had tricked the whole crew into shooting themselves after lifting the curse. These wild rumours were told to the wide-eyed young, who were now very eager to speak with the amazing, smart, sly, witty, and brilliant Captain Jack Sparrow.
One particular boy was sitting on the edge of the dock, his eyes shining brightly. His close-cropped brown hair was messy and rather dirty. His clothes were dusty and ripped, and his thin arms and legs were clearly visible. His brown eyes were brimming with excitement. The boy stood, and seemed to be about to dive into the water, when suddenly a shout could be heard over the ruckus.
"EDWARD DENVER! YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"
The boy's shoulders sagged. He cast one longing glance to the rowboat that had almost reached him, and shuffled to the pretty woman standing by one of the dock's posts.
"Yes mother?" he asked.
"Don't you yes mother me, you ungrateful brat," the pretty woman snarled. "I told you that you were going to clean your room before you went out today. Did you do it?" Edward examined his shoes. "Did you?" she demanded again.
"No mother," Edward said softly.
"Why not?" his mother demanded.
"An' here's the pretty Rose!" called a harsh voice. A brutish man was swaggering up the street, trying not to fall over every few steps. He finally reached the woman and her son and leaned down into her face. "I ha' a grea' time las nigh'" he slurred. "I be a seein' you 'gain?"
"Lee! I won' be workin' tonight, but I'll be seein' you some other night I'm sure," Rose said with a wink. Edward turned towards the darkening harbour again so he wouldn't have to see the horrible sight. He could never come to terms with his mother being a harlot. "You be on yer way then," said Rose. The man stood up straight, and started to swagger down the street. He pinched Rose's behind as he walked past. Rose squealed and shook a finger at him, a smile on her face. She finally turned back to her son.
"Right then, what was we sayin'?" Rose asked. Edward seized the chance while he had it.
"You were just a tellin' me to run an' play," Edward said innocently. Rose bent down to look into his eyes.
"Don't you lie to me," she whispered threateningly. Edward tried to look ashamed.
"I'm sorry mother," he said. "You were a yellin' at me acause I didn' a pick up my boots in tha hallway," he said, quickly choosing a chore that wouldn't take much time.
"Righ'," Rose said. "You go pick up the boots righ' now, and I don' wan' a speck o' dirt to be found on that floor when you're done." Rose stood up and straightened her skirt. "I'll be a down at the ol' inn if you be needin' me," she said. "If I come back and that ain't done, it'll be a groundin' for you." She finally swept down the street, greeting others as she passed.
"And thanks to you, dear ol' hag, I a missed meetin' Captain Jack!" Edward growled as he stomped up the street, in the opposite direction his mother had taken.
Such was his life. Most other children had mothers and fathers who at least cared that they were alive. Not Edward's mother. She cared only that he existed when he had not done his chores. He was a bastard child, and she hadn't wanted him in the first place. For thirteen years he had lived with the only person in the world who didn't care if he was dead or alive. He was a good boy, and was rarely rude and rarely did anything dangerous. He almost always did what he was told: he washed his hands before eating and he said his prayers before bed. Most mothers were enchanted with him. They always fretted over him and thought there was no better child anywhere. Except Rose. He wanted only to find his father and be loved. He dreamed about it, fantasised about the day he would finally be taken in by someone who loved him.
Edward's only hope in finding his real father was looks. He looked nothing like his blond and beautiful mother. Although that wasn't much to go on. How many men in the Caribbean had brown hair and eyes? Edward sighed and stepped into his house.
The small house was messy and falling apart. Two pairs of boots were in the front hallway, one his, the other his mothers. Edward took his boots to his room and picked up a broom. He moved his mother's boots, placed them on the front stoop. He swept the hall, and put the broom away. He put his mother's boots back in the middle of the hall. Then he jumped out the door in hopes of catching "the worst pirate Norrington's ever seen" before he was lost somewhere in Tortuga, which could take hours to search, even for someone who knew that whole town, such as Edward.
He ran down to the port and looked quickly around. There was a gaggle of children hanging around one side street that led into a street full of taverns. Edward knew better than to come through the alley like the other children were doing, he could just imagine on the other side, the barman keeping out all the little children who had followed Jack through the town. He ran around the long way, and came to the tavern, the scene just as he had imagined. He stepped quickly into the opposite alley, from where he found a small back door.
"Cap'n Jack Sparrow, dead ahead," he muttered to himself as he went in. He found himself in a small shabby kitchen, and to his relief, it was empty. He quickly stooped down and went around into the bar. He stood up straight on the other side and took a good look around.
It was a darkly lit little place, not something that helped Edward much. He could hardly see, him being used to the outdoors, and the bright sun. There were a few tables scattered haphazardly about the room, a few drunken men sleeping with their heads in their arms. There was a small crowd around one of the corner tables, and a rolling voice was running up and down, twisting a yarn that went from Tortuga all the way to the unknown island that Captain Jack was now twice deserted on. It was a story filled with adventure and excitement, and Edward dearly wished he could live a life like that.
Edward elbowed his way forward, pushing and shoving, and squirmed his way to the front of the crowd. Sure enough, there was the man of the hour, the famed Pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow. He stared in reverence at the man whom he had been dying to meet, since the rumours started. Suddenly Captain Jack looked at the newcomer, and stared straight into his eyes.
Edward stared back into khol-lined eyes. His own khol-lined eyes. Or so it seemed. Captain Jack's face was certainly more grown up than his was, and he had a few more scars and cuts, but the eyes, they were the same eyes. The two stared at one another for a moment or two, until Jack shook his head, as if to clear it, and turned back to his crowd. He once again began to speak, talking of undead pirates and cursed gold.
Edward stumbled backwards; he turned and staggered away from Captain Jack, without even speaking to him. He was startled at what had happened, he could have sworn that Captain Jack had the same eyes. Edward also shook his head, pushed out the front door, and slowly made his way back to his ramshackle house. He stomped up the steps to his room, and flopped onto his bed.
Was he imagining things? It was true that lots of people had brown eyes, but were they usually so close? Captain Jack's eyes were wide and sparkling, with a mischievous glint to them. The same eyes Edward saw when he looked into the mirror. But no, that couldn't be true. Edward was imagining things.
'Don't be stupid,' he told himself. 'I just imagined that our eyes looked the same. They don't actually. Mine are much plainer than his are. I just imagined that I saw my eyes. . . I just want a father. . .'
These thought running through his mind, Edward fell asleep.
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Oh. poor Edward. I don't really like Rose, she's so mean, and she gets meaner. Oh well. Please review, I hope you liked it and I'll update soon. (I hope)
Summary: Jack Sparrow has a son, son also to a whore, who is not sure who the father is. Edward Denver wants to know his father, wants to be taken away from his horrible life with his mother. Can he find out who his father is, and what will happen when he finally meets the father he's always wanted?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. I do own Edward and his mother, and Lee, the drunk man-whore. Haha, Lee's a Man-Whore!
^_^
I Just Want My Father Chapter one- Edward Denver. or is it something else?
A group of children ran down to Tortuga's main harbour as a dark ship with black sails floated in. All were yelling and cheering, and nothing could be made of their chatter. As the black ship came into port and dropped anchor, a few children swam out to meet the rowboat that was slowly being lowered down the side. This ship was the Black Pearl, and as rumours had said, Jack Sparrow was now captain. There were wild tales of how he had single-handedly taken on the whole crew of the Black Pearl, or how he had returned the gold to the chest all by himself, or how he had tricked the whole crew into shooting themselves after lifting the curse. These wild rumours were told to the wide-eyed young, who were now very eager to speak with the amazing, smart, sly, witty, and brilliant Captain Jack Sparrow.
One particular boy was sitting on the edge of the dock, his eyes shining brightly. His close-cropped brown hair was messy and rather dirty. His clothes were dusty and ripped, and his thin arms and legs were clearly visible. His brown eyes were brimming with excitement. The boy stood, and seemed to be about to dive into the water, when suddenly a shout could be heard over the ruckus.
"EDWARD DENVER! YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"
The boy's shoulders sagged. He cast one longing glance to the rowboat that had almost reached him, and shuffled to the pretty woman standing by one of the dock's posts.
"Yes mother?" he asked.
"Don't you yes mother me, you ungrateful brat," the pretty woman snarled. "I told you that you were going to clean your room before you went out today. Did you do it?" Edward examined his shoes. "Did you?" she demanded again.
"No mother," Edward said softly.
"Why not?" his mother demanded.
"An' here's the pretty Rose!" called a harsh voice. A brutish man was swaggering up the street, trying not to fall over every few steps. He finally reached the woman and her son and leaned down into her face. "I ha' a grea' time las nigh'" he slurred. "I be a seein' you 'gain?"
"Lee! I won' be workin' tonight, but I'll be seein' you some other night I'm sure," Rose said with a wink. Edward turned towards the darkening harbour again so he wouldn't have to see the horrible sight. He could never come to terms with his mother being a harlot. "You be on yer way then," said Rose. The man stood up straight, and started to swagger down the street. He pinched Rose's behind as he walked past. Rose squealed and shook a finger at him, a smile on her face. She finally turned back to her son.
"Right then, what was we sayin'?" Rose asked. Edward seized the chance while he had it.
"You were just a tellin' me to run an' play," Edward said innocently. Rose bent down to look into his eyes.
"Don't you lie to me," she whispered threateningly. Edward tried to look ashamed.
"I'm sorry mother," he said. "You were a yellin' at me acause I didn' a pick up my boots in tha hallway," he said, quickly choosing a chore that wouldn't take much time.
"Righ'," Rose said. "You go pick up the boots righ' now, and I don' wan' a speck o' dirt to be found on that floor when you're done." Rose stood up and straightened her skirt. "I'll be a down at the ol' inn if you be needin' me," she said. "If I come back and that ain't done, it'll be a groundin' for you." She finally swept down the street, greeting others as she passed.
"And thanks to you, dear ol' hag, I a missed meetin' Captain Jack!" Edward growled as he stomped up the street, in the opposite direction his mother had taken.
Such was his life. Most other children had mothers and fathers who at least cared that they were alive. Not Edward's mother. She cared only that he existed when he had not done his chores. He was a bastard child, and she hadn't wanted him in the first place. For thirteen years he had lived with the only person in the world who didn't care if he was dead or alive. He was a good boy, and was rarely rude and rarely did anything dangerous. He almost always did what he was told: he washed his hands before eating and he said his prayers before bed. Most mothers were enchanted with him. They always fretted over him and thought there was no better child anywhere. Except Rose. He wanted only to find his father and be loved. He dreamed about it, fantasised about the day he would finally be taken in by someone who loved him.
Edward's only hope in finding his real father was looks. He looked nothing like his blond and beautiful mother. Although that wasn't much to go on. How many men in the Caribbean had brown hair and eyes? Edward sighed and stepped into his house.
The small house was messy and falling apart. Two pairs of boots were in the front hallway, one his, the other his mothers. Edward took his boots to his room and picked up a broom. He moved his mother's boots, placed them on the front stoop. He swept the hall, and put the broom away. He put his mother's boots back in the middle of the hall. Then he jumped out the door in hopes of catching "the worst pirate Norrington's ever seen" before he was lost somewhere in Tortuga, which could take hours to search, even for someone who knew that whole town, such as Edward.
He ran down to the port and looked quickly around. There was a gaggle of children hanging around one side street that led into a street full of taverns. Edward knew better than to come through the alley like the other children were doing, he could just imagine on the other side, the barman keeping out all the little children who had followed Jack through the town. He ran around the long way, and came to the tavern, the scene just as he had imagined. He stepped quickly into the opposite alley, from where he found a small back door.
"Cap'n Jack Sparrow, dead ahead," he muttered to himself as he went in. He found himself in a small shabby kitchen, and to his relief, it was empty. He quickly stooped down and went around into the bar. He stood up straight on the other side and took a good look around.
It was a darkly lit little place, not something that helped Edward much. He could hardly see, him being used to the outdoors, and the bright sun. There were a few tables scattered haphazardly about the room, a few drunken men sleeping with their heads in their arms. There was a small crowd around one of the corner tables, and a rolling voice was running up and down, twisting a yarn that went from Tortuga all the way to the unknown island that Captain Jack was now twice deserted on. It was a story filled with adventure and excitement, and Edward dearly wished he could live a life like that.
Edward elbowed his way forward, pushing and shoving, and squirmed his way to the front of the crowd. Sure enough, there was the man of the hour, the famed Pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow. He stared in reverence at the man whom he had been dying to meet, since the rumours started. Suddenly Captain Jack looked at the newcomer, and stared straight into his eyes.
Edward stared back into khol-lined eyes. His own khol-lined eyes. Or so it seemed. Captain Jack's face was certainly more grown up than his was, and he had a few more scars and cuts, but the eyes, they were the same eyes. The two stared at one another for a moment or two, until Jack shook his head, as if to clear it, and turned back to his crowd. He once again began to speak, talking of undead pirates and cursed gold.
Edward stumbled backwards; he turned and staggered away from Captain Jack, without even speaking to him. He was startled at what had happened, he could have sworn that Captain Jack had the same eyes. Edward also shook his head, pushed out the front door, and slowly made his way back to his ramshackle house. He stomped up the steps to his room, and flopped onto his bed.
Was he imagining things? It was true that lots of people had brown eyes, but were they usually so close? Captain Jack's eyes were wide and sparkling, with a mischievous glint to them. The same eyes Edward saw when he looked into the mirror. But no, that couldn't be true. Edward was imagining things.
'Don't be stupid,' he told himself. 'I just imagined that our eyes looked the same. They don't actually. Mine are much plainer than his are. I just imagined that I saw my eyes. . . I just want a father. . .'
These thought running through his mind, Edward fell asleep.
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Oh. poor Edward. I don't really like Rose, she's so mean, and she gets meaner. Oh well. Please review, I hope you liked it and I'll update soon. (I hope)