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Andy "Don't think you are faster. Know you are." Will instructed carefully, watching his young, eager student with a careful eye. The small boy followed his master's instructions and made a swifter movement...one fast enough to block a clout or disable a man, when necessary. He'd been given in-home lessons by Will Turner for the last two months, and already his swordsmanship had greatly improved. "Sir, there's a messenger for you waiting in the library." A maid interrupted the session. "Who's the message from?" "I asked them that myself, but all they would say was 'really bad eggs'. Do you know what that means?" She inquired, puzzlement upon her pale face, whipping away a strand of chestnut hair which had fallen across her face. Will did. He'd been trying to rid the ordeal of The Black Pearl from his mind for three years, yet still it persisted. "Yes." Then he mindlessly added "Only too well." "What was that sir?" The confused maid inquired. "Nothing. Never mind it." Will rushed, passing the woman to reach the exquisite library. He somewhat envied his student and the boy's family. There house was one of the finest in the town, and was magnificent in every sense. He then dismissed his student for the day, turning his head and promising to continue the next. But he would not carry on the following day... or the one after that, as he wasn't yet aware. At first glance, Will could have sworn that he saw Jack, the pirate he knew three years earlier, waiting in the library, head tipped so that his face was in shadow. "What are you doing here, Jack? Can you even conceive of what would happen if you were seen here?" "If I were seen, it would be of no matter, for I, as you may have hypothesized by my voice, am not Jack." I replied, raising my head. Indeed, as soon as my head was raised and unveiled by shadows, I looked nothing like Captain Jack Sparrow, with the exceptions of my hair, apparel, and approximate height. "Of course not, I see now..." He paused, stunned at the initial resemblance between myself and the Captain. "Please accept my apologies." With nothing more than a nod of my head, I did as he asked before delivering the message. "The Black Pearl's crew sends me with this one request of you. 'Come.'" "Come?" "Yes, 'Come'. That is all I've been sent with." It took a while for things to register in Will's mind. At first, he thought 'come where?' Then he realized the true meaning. He was being asked to return to The Black Pearl. "Do you know how long for, or why?" "Indefinitely, and yes, but I'm required not to answer questions-" The man interrupted me. "You just did." "-of particular nature." I finished. "Do you know Jack Sparrow?" "That's changing the subject, and what did I just say about questions?" Will came across the room so that he was directly in front of me and his dark eyes were locked onto mine. "Just answer the inquiry. Do you know Jack Sparrow?" I took a small step forward and looked up at him, keeping eye contact. "I better; he's my brother...and it's 'Captain' Jack Sparrow he prefers to be called."
Andy "Don't think you are faster. Know you are." Will instructed carefully, watching his young, eager student with a careful eye. The small boy followed his master's instructions and made a swifter movement...one fast enough to block a clout or disable a man, when necessary. He'd been given in-home lessons by Will Turner for the last two months, and already his swordsmanship had greatly improved. "Sir, there's a messenger for you waiting in the library." A maid interrupted the session. "Who's the message from?" "I asked them that myself, but all they would say was 'really bad eggs'. Do you know what that means?" She inquired, puzzlement upon her pale face, whipping away a strand of chestnut hair which had fallen across her face. Will did. He'd been trying to rid the ordeal of The Black Pearl from his mind for three years, yet still it persisted. "Yes." Then he mindlessly added "Only too well." "What was that sir?" The confused maid inquired. "Nothing. Never mind it." Will rushed, passing the woman to reach the exquisite library. He somewhat envied his student and the boy's family. There house was one of the finest in the town, and was magnificent in every sense. He then dismissed his student for the day, turning his head and promising to continue the next. But he would not carry on the following day... or the one after that, as he wasn't yet aware. At first glance, Will could have sworn that he saw Jack, the pirate he knew three years earlier, waiting in the library, head tipped so that his face was in shadow. "What are you doing here, Jack? Can you even conceive of what would happen if you were seen here?" "If I were seen, it would be of no matter, for I, as you may have hypothesized by my voice, am not Jack." I replied, raising my head. Indeed, as soon as my head was raised and unveiled by shadows, I looked nothing like Captain Jack Sparrow, with the exceptions of my hair, apparel, and approximate height. "Of course not, I see now..." He paused, stunned at the initial resemblance between myself and the Captain. "Please accept my apologies." With nothing more than a nod of my head, I did as he asked before delivering the message. "The Black Pearl's crew sends me with this one request of you. 'Come.'" "Come?" "Yes, 'Come'. That is all I've been sent with." It took a while for things to register in Will's mind. At first, he thought 'come where?' Then he realized the true meaning. He was being asked to return to The Black Pearl. "Do you know how long for, or why?" "Indefinitely, and yes, but I'm required not to answer questions-" The man interrupted me. "You just did." "-of particular nature." I finished. "Do you know Jack Sparrow?" "That's changing the subject, and what did I just say about questions?" Will came across the room so that he was directly in front of me and his dark eyes were locked onto mine. "Just answer the inquiry. Do you know Jack Sparrow?" I took a small step forward and looked up at him, keeping eye contact. "I better; he's my brother...and it's 'Captain' Jack Sparrow he prefers to be called."