I stand at the wheel of my fathers ship, the waves crashing against us as a storm drew near, the ship swayed as if it was testing our balance. With my feet planted firmly on the ground and my small but strong legs placed apart in a fighting stance I looked down on the crew as the obeyed the commands of their captain.
At 8-years-old I am no ordinary boy, with my knee high boots and my trousers which are held up by a string belt, I smile as I think about my 'Playing Clothes' as my mother calls them, my top golden brown due to the many times the un-tamed sea has made me her captive, my tanned weather-beaten face which is mostly covered by my jet black, shoulder-length hair which is tied back in a red bandana much like my fathers showed the many scars I have gained over my years at sea.
My father…some people call him a free-life or a scallywag, his tattered clothes and his unhygienic smell identify that he has either little care or little time for himself, but with a 'P' branded on his arm there is no mistake in what my father is…a pirate.
"William, Get away from there" I hear my father call, I step back respectfully allowing my father to take control "we don't want you sending her to Davey Jones' locker now do we?" I smirk "I wouldn't do that father" I reply, he nodded "Aye now go see your Ma before you get hurt" Placing his tricorn hat on his head, he smiled at me as I ran off
As I entered my father's cabin, I was not surprised by what I saw; my mother was seated at the desk, reading what I recognised to be a 'Captain's Log' I smiled walking over to her "Ma why are you reading father's Log?" I asked sitting myself on her lap, she placed the book down on the desk and looked at me smiling "William, Why aren't you with your father?" I opened my mouth to reply but was interrupted by the sound of my father's voice barking orders at his first mate "Mr Gibbs! Ship spotted, she's flying no colours! Prepare to make fire!" movement was heard outside and my Mother slipped me off her lap and stood up "William I want you to stay here" she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and walked out.
Obeying my mother was one of the hardest things to do, sitting on my father's hammock I listened to the usual sounds of an attack; the gunfire, the screams and the distant calls of my father giving orders to his crew, I wanted to be apart of the action, to help my parents, I stood up preparing to go outside when. Silence…I gulped and raised my shaking hand to the door handle, turning it slowly I dreaded what might be awaiting me on the other side.
The smell of a storm filled my nostrils as I opened the door, blinking at the sudden light I stepped out onto the deck "father?" I asked looking around to spot him among the crew, I noticed him staring at one man from the attacking ship "you!" the man turned and pointed at me, I stepped back surprised "Aye?" I asked, "you're the son of a Sparrow?" he told me rather than asked, I nodded slowly, not understanding what he was getting at "Leave him be" I heard my father say in a warning tone, I looked at my father and saw the silver blade of his sword aimed at the mans throat "you have a debt to pay Jack" the man reminded my father who nodded "Aye, so I have but it seems pointless in scaring the lad half to death Savvy? That's no way to get what you want now is it Jones?" my father said using his complex sentence "William, get inside" he shouted turning to me, I stood frozen in place, like my mind had no control over my body "now!" my body quickly caught up with my mind and I turned to run into the cabin
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