When A Sparrow Sings its Last Song
Notes: I don't own any of the POTC charachters...so there.
Chapter One: The News
Elizabeth and Will paced the corridors of their new home. It was all they could do while waiting for their old friend to return, a man no longer being sentenced to death at the gallows because of the lost years away from Port Royale. The word of Jack Sparrow's coming back came from Tortuga. Apparently, after so many years, the town finally quieted down, and Jack Sparrow had ceased to sail the ocean in the Black Pearl. As shocking as this news was to Elizabeth and Will Turner, they were pleased to hear their old friend was coming for a long-awaited visit.
As day turned into night, Jack Sparrow never came.
"Where could he be?" Elizabeth asked.
"I don't know. He'll come. I doubt he would break his word to us." Will answered, showing Elizabeth away from the window and upstairs to their bedroom. But before they reached the staircase, there was a knock at the door. Elizabeth ran to open it but instead of looking up at a pirate, she looked down at a boy. He was breathing heavily as if he had been running.
"May I help you?" Elizabeth asked.
"I regret...to inform you...that Jack Sparrow...has been...killed in battle..." The boy panted.
Elizabeth almost died herself. She turned a ghostly pale color and fainted to the floor. Will rushed over to fan her face.
"Are you absolutely certain he is dead?" he asked the boy.
"Aye...I saw him...with my own two eyes." The boy replied.
"Thank you." Will said, sending the boy on his way. He looked out of the window at the ocean and saw the old ship...the Black Pearl.
"What are you doing here?" He said to himself.
"Elizabeth! Get up! Its the Black Pearl!!" He said.
Elizabeth moaned and sat up. Will grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. They raced out of the house and down to the docks to meet whoever it was who walked off the ship.
When they finally reached the dock, the only person they saw coming off of the ship was Mr. Gibbs.
"What happened?" Will asked.
"Aye. It was a sad sight to witness. Unfortunately I did." Mr. Gibbs said.
"What happened?" Will pressed again.
"I'm not so sure you want to know, boy." Mr. Gibbs replied. Now an older man than before, he slowly walked down the wooden dock on his cane, one leg missing.
"Mr. Gibbs, please! What happened out there? What happened to you? What happened to Jack?" Elizabeth asked, desperately seeking any answers she could get out of Mr. Gibbs.
The boy came running back down the hill from their house, panting with tiredness. Mr. Gibbs turned to Will and Elizabeth.
"Aye. I'll tell you what happened to Captain Jack Sparrow. But not in front of his son."