This story is rated R for sex and violence.
SUMMARY & AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is a story about 18 year old Jonathan Sparrow and the events that led to the Isle of Muerta. and will very vaguely include it and continue on. ( either that or I"ll stop it then continue into the new story after the events of Muerta) New characters are introduced; Jack's parents & his 2 brothers, yes he has a wife but don't panic, don't shoot Mary Sue too soon .. it gets good. The movie characters are introduced gradually as plot allows.
REVIEWS WELCOME! If they're polite.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters,belongs to Disney. I do not own any part of nor have any connection to Disney.
Chapter 1 -. Thank God for Stupid Boys
She looked into his handsome dark face and knew as always she would deny him nothing. He was so much like his father.. Courtney gently lifted his
chin.
"So then, am I to become a Grand-mama? Piercing dark eyes met hers.
"How did you know?"
He mumbled trying unsuccessfully to hide the misery he so obviously felt.
"Oh Mum" he sounded. "What am I to do?" She surveyed the boy in front of her. No not a boy. It was a man standing
in front of her now. When did that happen? She sighed. Somehow, She knew this day would come. Perhaps it was partially her fault. She adored her son. Not born of her flesh but most surely born of her heart. She had allowed him to sail through life taking what he wanted with no thought to consequences. She had always made sure to tidy any unattractive loose ends in the lives of her children. Perhaps it was too easy for them. Her hand softly grazed his cheek.
"Oh my love she cooed,"
her hands dropping to his shoulders, "You are not the first man to be thinking with your lad."
The sound of his mothers voice discussing such a personal matter pierced Jonathan's bubble of self-pity. "Mother!!!"
"Oh Jonathan" she smiled. Do you think I don't know you own a penis?
"Mother!!!" He jumped back in his seat, his eyes as wide as his mouth."
"You must have inherited it from your father.
Jonathan stared and shook his head. "Ah ahh" was all he could come up with.
She chuckled at her joke thoroughly enjoying his mortification as any proud mother would and hoped her attempt at humor would lighten his mood.
"It is really very simple dear. Pay the girl. Give her what she desires and all the ugliness disappears quite nicely. It is so very simple."
"Its not simple mother. I love her."
She was waiting for something irrational to come from her son's lips and there it was. "No" she shot back. "No. You don't."
"No?" Surprised by intensity and speed of her response his stomach tightened.
Courtney's tone lost all levity. "You can have her all you want child. Up to now you have been most discreet. Another trait from your father no doubt. You can play with her until you find a proper girl."
She knew? How? How long? Had someone been watching each time they had been together? No Mum. I want her." "Jonathan" she sighed. " I know you think you are in love. When a man has his first woman sometimes there is an illusion."
. First woman?! "Mother I'm eighteen years old."
Jonathan inhaled sharply "We've been married six weeks mum"
All color left his mother's face. In no way was she prepared for this. Saying nothing she fell to the cushion beside him. Her hands flew to her chest. "Oh my God!. How could you do something so incredibly stupid?"
A tiny sob escaped the delicate trembling fingers now covering her mouth. What did I do wrong? This isn't happening.
A few excruciating, silent minutes passed before either mother or son moved or spoke. Composing herself Courtney turned to her son. "Do you know the laws about gypsies? Do you know that when caught they are sent to the Caribbean as slaves if not worse?" Do you know that Jonathan?!" Her voice was raised and harsh.
He could smell peppermint candy on her breath..
Jonathan could hardly speak . He had spent much of his childhood at the family sugar plantation in Jamaica. He knew all about it but at the time it didn't really seem to matter. He didn't know how to tell her how this girl, his wife, consumed him. How he had been drawn to her from the moment he saw her. He wanted to tell his mother how every day he fell deeper and deeper in love with her. He knew she wouldn't understand. He knew she would call him stupid.
"We can go somewhere else."
"Oh? Where? Spain or Prussia to be hanged or France to be flogged and your children taken?"
Courtney looked into her son's eyes. She saw the truth. She saw the pain.
She saw a boy so blindly and hopelessly in love with a girl that he had no choice but to ruin his life for her. Like a sleeping infant a distant memory awakened from its slumber demanding to be fed. She remembered a fine boy with unsuitable girl, secret love in the back woods and then a baby.
(Just like your father she thought. Do men ever think with the brain God gave them?) "Oh you stupid boy. " (Thank God for stupid boys). She kissed his cheek.
She shook her head and blinked away tears of a lost love, tears that should only be shed behind closed doors. Courtney stood and smoothed her dress.
Good Lord, such a display she thought. No use to anyone.
"Well love," she said looking at herself in the glass pretending to adjust already perfect hair into perfect place.
"We will do what must be done." Understanding the gravity of the situation Jonathan slowly stood and faced his mother not meeting her gaze.
"What is to be done Mum?
She rolled her eyes. "Introducing me to Mrs. Sparrow would be a good start." She jerked his chin up. "Then you are going to introduce yourself to her parents I'm not doing it for you."
Jonathan whimpered.
SUMMARY & AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is a story about 18 year old Jonathan Sparrow and the events that led to the Isle of Muerta. and will very vaguely include it and continue on. ( either that or I"ll stop it then continue into the new story after the events of Muerta) New characters are introduced; Jack's parents & his 2 brothers, yes he has a wife but don't panic, don't shoot Mary Sue too soon .. it gets good. The movie characters are introduced gradually as plot allows.
REVIEWS WELCOME! If they're polite.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters,belongs to Disney. I do not own any part of nor have any connection to Disney.
Chapter 1 -. Thank God for Stupid Boys
She looked into his handsome dark face and knew as always she would deny him nothing. He was so much like his father.. Courtney gently lifted his
chin.
"So then, am I to become a Grand-mama? Piercing dark eyes met hers.
"How did you know?"
He mumbled trying unsuccessfully to hide the misery he so obviously felt.
"Oh Mum" he sounded. "What am I to do?" She surveyed the boy in front of her. No not a boy. It was a man standing
in front of her now. When did that happen? She sighed. Somehow, She knew this day would come. Perhaps it was partially her fault. She adored her son. Not born of her flesh but most surely born of her heart. She had allowed him to sail through life taking what he wanted with no thought to consequences. She had always made sure to tidy any unattractive loose ends in the lives of her children. Perhaps it was too easy for them. Her hand softly grazed his cheek.
"Oh my love she cooed,"
her hands dropping to his shoulders, "You are not the first man to be thinking with your lad."
The sound of his mothers voice discussing such a personal matter pierced Jonathan's bubble of self-pity. "Mother!!!"
"Oh Jonathan" she smiled. Do you think I don't know you own a penis?
"Mother!!!" He jumped back in his seat, his eyes as wide as his mouth."
"You must have inherited it from your father.
Jonathan stared and shook his head. "Ah ahh" was all he could come up with.
She chuckled at her joke thoroughly enjoying his mortification as any proud mother would and hoped her attempt at humor would lighten his mood.
"It is really very simple dear. Pay the girl. Give her what she desires and all the ugliness disappears quite nicely. It is so very simple."
"Its not simple mother. I love her."
She was waiting for something irrational to come from her son's lips and there it was. "No" she shot back. "No. You don't."
"No?" Surprised by intensity and speed of her response his stomach tightened.
Courtney's tone lost all levity. "You can have her all you want child. Up to now you have been most discreet. Another trait from your father no doubt. You can play with her until you find a proper girl."
She knew? How? How long? Had someone been watching each time they had been together? No Mum. I want her." "Jonathan" she sighed. " I know you think you are in love. When a man has his first woman sometimes there is an illusion."
. First woman?! "Mother I'm eighteen years old."
Jonathan inhaled sharply "We've been married six weeks mum"
All color left his mother's face. In no way was she prepared for this. Saying nothing she fell to the cushion beside him. Her hands flew to her chest. "Oh my God!. How could you do something so incredibly stupid?"
A tiny sob escaped the delicate trembling fingers now covering her mouth. What did I do wrong? This isn't happening.
A few excruciating, silent minutes passed before either mother or son moved or spoke. Composing herself Courtney turned to her son. "Do you know the laws about gypsies? Do you know that when caught they are sent to the Caribbean as slaves if not worse?" Do you know that Jonathan?!" Her voice was raised and harsh.
He could smell peppermint candy on her breath..
Jonathan could hardly speak . He had spent much of his childhood at the family sugar plantation in Jamaica. He knew all about it but at the time it didn't really seem to matter. He didn't know how to tell her how this girl, his wife, consumed him. How he had been drawn to her from the moment he saw her. He wanted to tell his mother how every day he fell deeper and deeper in love with her. He knew she wouldn't understand. He knew she would call him stupid.
"We can go somewhere else."
"Oh? Where? Spain or Prussia to be hanged or France to be flogged and your children taken?"
Courtney looked into her son's eyes. She saw the truth. She saw the pain.
She saw a boy so blindly and hopelessly in love with a girl that he had no choice but to ruin his life for her. Like a sleeping infant a distant memory awakened from its slumber demanding to be fed. She remembered a fine boy with unsuitable girl, secret love in the back woods and then a baby.
(Just like your father she thought. Do men ever think with the brain God gave them?) "Oh you stupid boy. " (Thank God for stupid boys). She kissed his cheek.
She shook her head and blinked away tears of a lost love, tears that should only be shed behind closed doors. Courtney stood and smoothed her dress.
Good Lord, such a display she thought. No use to anyone.
"Well love," she said looking at herself in the glass pretending to adjust already perfect hair into perfect place.
"We will do what must be done." Understanding the gravity of the situation Jonathan slowly stood and faced his mother not meeting her gaze.
"What is to be done Mum?
She rolled her eyes. "Introducing me to Mrs. Sparrow would be a good start." She jerked his chin up. "Then you are going to introduce yourself to her parents I'm not doing it for you."
Jonathan whimpered.