Disclaimer: I don't anyone so far... I guess Jack's parents but that sounds
weird. Saying I own them. Never mind. Just don't sue me.
Sorry if this is really bad. It's 12:14 pm right now even beginning.
CHAPTER ONE
Jack Sparrow, a boy of eight, sat at the edge of the dock and dipped the edge of his toes into the salty water. He looked over the edge into the water where his rippling reflection smiled back at him. Jack laughed and threw a rock into the water, disrupting the picture.
"Hi, Jack." A voice called from behind him.
"Heya, Bill." Jack replied grinning an infectious, wide smile.
"Is your mum working today?"
"She works everyday."
Bill grinned sheepishly. "Oh yeah,"
Jack put up and a hand and Bill hoisted him to his feet. Jack reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a few shillings. "I wanna get something to eat. You hungry? I might be able to get you something..."
"Nah, I got money." Bill reached into his own pocket and pulled out some rusty coins. "Wanna go to the Inn?"
Jack shrugged. The 'Wild Rose', more often referred to as just the Inn, was where Jack's mother worked. Jack often brought Bill there to eat because he was allowed a discount.
Jack and Bill entered the room and boosted themselves up onto the counter stools. The waitress who came over to serve them quickly gave a sneer. "Well... if it isn't the whore's son."
Bill scowled at the woman, but Jack only blushed. He knew better that to try and deny it. His mother was one of the hotels... "features" as the manager called it.
"Come beggin' for food agin, I suppose." She said sarcastically.
"I have money." Jack put it on the counter.
"That won't get you nothin' in any other place. O'ly reason you get what you get from it is 'cause the manager likes your mama so."
Bill scowled harder at the woman. "That would pay for a meal in another place. And another place we're going to go to." Bill began to stand up.
"Hey, hey..." The waitress began. "Don't be like that. You know I was o'ly teasin'. Don't be gettin' the manager all mad at me now."
Bill slowly sat back down. Jack stayed with his head down, blushing harder. He knew what his mother was and what his money was worth. He knew he got off easy when it came to paying his tab. But after the waitress left, Bill nudged him.
"Don't let her get you down. She just a rummy-drinking wench."
Jack smiled at Bill's insult.
"They sure hire cruddy waitresses here." Bill said, just slightly louder than he needed to, making Jack laugh. Bill got quieter again. "We don't have to eat here if you don't want..."
"No, it's okay." He replied. "Mum'll be done working soon and she wants me to come up to the room. She has something to tell me, I guess."
Bill looked intrigued. "Like what?"
Jack shrugged. "Dunno."
The waitress came back carrying two bowls of stew. "The cook says you two can have this fer free." Her obvious distaste showed in her voice.
"We'll pay for them," Bill growled, pushing their coins toward her.
Her smile was fake. "Right, then." She pocketed the money and sauntered off.
"She's going to keep the money," Jack said. "She's going to tell the cook we wanted it for free."
Bill gave a dismissal wave. "Let her."
Just then, Jack's mother, Isabella, entered the room. Her low cut dress accented her tight waist and swollen bosom earning her a few cat calls as she walked towards Jack.
"Hon, I thought you were going to come up to the room?"
"We we're eatin' first," Jack motioned to the stew.
"Hello, William." Isabella smiled warmly.
"Heya, Mrs. Sparrow."
"Well," Isabella sat on the stool next to Jack. "As you know I have some news for you. Some things are going to be changing..."
"Changin'" Jack echoed.
Isabella took a deep breath. "Jack... you're father's back. And he wants you to go with him when he leaves again soon."
"Wha... What?" Jack gasped. "But, I've never even met him before."
"And you should!" Isabella began a speech she had obviously rehearsed. "A boy needs a male influence in his life and should be able to know his own father. It would be a chance for you to get to know him and a chance to earn a little money as well. I don't know how long I will be able to provide for you... I am moving past my prime..."
Jack sat stunned, "Where would we be going?"
"On his ship." Isabella replied. "You'd be a sailor."
"But I don't even know how to swim!" Jack gasped.
"Can... Can I come too?" Bill interrupted.
Jack and Isabella both turned towards him, Isabella looking confused and Jack looking hopeful.
"Go with..." Isabella repeated.
"I know me mum would let me!" Bill cut in. "An' I don't have a dad. Where's me male influence going to be? An' I wanna go with Jack and be a sailor too."
Jack looked to his mother with hopeful eyes. "Please, mum?"
"But Jack, you're leaving tomorrow. Can Bill really get permission and be ready by then?"
"If I can do those things, can I go?" Bill asked eagerly.
"Well... I suppose..."
"Oh, mum!" Jack threw his arms around her. "You're the best!"
"I gotta go. I'll meet you here in the morning, yeah? I'll be ready to go." Bill said to Jack.
"I'll see you then." Jack reached out his hand and together they did the secret hand shake they had made up together.
"Tomorrow."
Sorry if this is really bad. It's 12:14 pm right now even beginning.
CHAPTER ONE
Jack Sparrow, a boy of eight, sat at the edge of the dock and dipped the edge of his toes into the salty water. He looked over the edge into the water where his rippling reflection smiled back at him. Jack laughed and threw a rock into the water, disrupting the picture.
"Hi, Jack." A voice called from behind him.
"Heya, Bill." Jack replied grinning an infectious, wide smile.
"Is your mum working today?"
"She works everyday."
Bill grinned sheepishly. "Oh yeah,"
Jack put up and a hand and Bill hoisted him to his feet. Jack reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a few shillings. "I wanna get something to eat. You hungry? I might be able to get you something..."
"Nah, I got money." Bill reached into his own pocket and pulled out some rusty coins. "Wanna go to the Inn?"
Jack shrugged. The 'Wild Rose', more often referred to as just the Inn, was where Jack's mother worked. Jack often brought Bill there to eat because he was allowed a discount.
Jack and Bill entered the room and boosted themselves up onto the counter stools. The waitress who came over to serve them quickly gave a sneer. "Well... if it isn't the whore's son."
Bill scowled at the woman, but Jack only blushed. He knew better that to try and deny it. His mother was one of the hotels... "features" as the manager called it.
"Come beggin' for food agin, I suppose." She said sarcastically.
"I have money." Jack put it on the counter.
"That won't get you nothin' in any other place. O'ly reason you get what you get from it is 'cause the manager likes your mama so."
Bill scowled harder at the woman. "That would pay for a meal in another place. And another place we're going to go to." Bill began to stand up.
"Hey, hey..." The waitress began. "Don't be like that. You know I was o'ly teasin'. Don't be gettin' the manager all mad at me now."
Bill slowly sat back down. Jack stayed with his head down, blushing harder. He knew what his mother was and what his money was worth. He knew he got off easy when it came to paying his tab. But after the waitress left, Bill nudged him.
"Don't let her get you down. She just a rummy-drinking wench."
Jack smiled at Bill's insult.
"They sure hire cruddy waitresses here." Bill said, just slightly louder than he needed to, making Jack laugh. Bill got quieter again. "We don't have to eat here if you don't want..."
"No, it's okay." He replied. "Mum'll be done working soon and she wants me to come up to the room. She has something to tell me, I guess."
Bill looked intrigued. "Like what?"
Jack shrugged. "Dunno."
The waitress came back carrying two bowls of stew. "The cook says you two can have this fer free." Her obvious distaste showed in her voice.
"We'll pay for them," Bill growled, pushing their coins toward her.
Her smile was fake. "Right, then." She pocketed the money and sauntered off.
"She's going to keep the money," Jack said. "She's going to tell the cook we wanted it for free."
Bill gave a dismissal wave. "Let her."
Just then, Jack's mother, Isabella, entered the room. Her low cut dress accented her tight waist and swollen bosom earning her a few cat calls as she walked towards Jack.
"Hon, I thought you were going to come up to the room?"
"We we're eatin' first," Jack motioned to the stew.
"Hello, William." Isabella smiled warmly.
"Heya, Mrs. Sparrow."
"Well," Isabella sat on the stool next to Jack. "As you know I have some news for you. Some things are going to be changing..."
"Changin'" Jack echoed.
Isabella took a deep breath. "Jack... you're father's back. And he wants you to go with him when he leaves again soon."
"Wha... What?" Jack gasped. "But, I've never even met him before."
"And you should!" Isabella began a speech she had obviously rehearsed. "A boy needs a male influence in his life and should be able to know his own father. It would be a chance for you to get to know him and a chance to earn a little money as well. I don't know how long I will be able to provide for you... I am moving past my prime..."
Jack sat stunned, "Where would we be going?"
"On his ship." Isabella replied. "You'd be a sailor."
"But I don't even know how to swim!" Jack gasped.
"Can... Can I come too?" Bill interrupted.
Jack and Isabella both turned towards him, Isabella looking confused and Jack looking hopeful.
"Go with..." Isabella repeated.
"I know me mum would let me!" Bill cut in. "An' I don't have a dad. Where's me male influence going to be? An' I wanna go with Jack and be a sailor too."
Jack looked to his mother with hopeful eyes. "Please, mum?"
"But Jack, you're leaving tomorrow. Can Bill really get permission and be ready by then?"
"If I can do those things, can I go?" Bill asked eagerly.
"Well... I suppose..."
"Oh, mum!" Jack threw his arms around her. "You're the best!"
"I gotta go. I'll meet you here in the morning, yeah? I'll be ready to go." Bill said to Jack.
"I'll see you then." Jack reached out his hand and together they did the secret hand shake they had made up together.
"Tomorrow."