Author's Note – John Williams is a made up character of mine and this is his back story. This all happened to him in the past. The first part of the story is his childhood but the rest is when he's 17-24 years old. This is all supposed to take place in the Pirates of The Caribbean world and references will be made.
John Williams was born in the port of Tortuga in 1819. His parents names were Cynthia and Kristopher Williams. Kristopher was the captain of the famous pirate ship, the Siren. He was one of the most wanted pirates of that area. To his son, however, he had always been known as the hero, the good guy, the one he wanted to grow up to be. John had been growing up on the pirate ship with no fears whatsoever. His father taught him to be fearless. Ever since John was seven years old, he was different than the cheery boy he was known as.
"Fatherrr," John would tug on captain Kristopher's jacket. The little boy had dark brown eyes and raven black hair, barely reaching the bottom of his neck. He always wore a loose white shirt that at least went down to his knees. The seven year old was impatient, "You said you'd teach me ta shoot a pistollll.." He whines.
"I ain't gonna teach a whiney baby," his father says with a smile as he looks down at his son, taking his eyes away from the horizon. The man had brown eyes and raven hair like his son had. He could tell that his son would grow up to be a handsome man like himself. John sticks out his lips and crosses his arms much like a pouty child. They both then smile. "Alright, boy, I'll teach you right after dark, got it?" John grins.
"Alright!" He smiles and takes out his small wooden sword. He runs down the steps that led to the helm of the ship. He runs around, looking for his friend. "Thomas!" He shouts.
The fifteen year old red head sneaks up behind him and scares him, grabbing his shoulders. Thomas' eyes were a light brown, and he was tall and thin. At least compared to the short John, he was. "Boo!" he shouts. John nearly wet himself and he shouts.
"Tommy! You barnacle!" He shouts at him, prodding Thomas' stomach with his sword. He chuckles and looks about the deck. "How 'bout a duel, ay? One on one! Whoever wins gets captaincy tomorrah!"
Thomas raises his chin, "Quite the offer, lad, yet, wot about the current captain? Wot'll happen to him?" He raises an eyebrow with a small smirk.
"Hmm.." John thinks as he rubs his chin as if he had a beard. "We can have him walk the plank!" He says as he points the sword at his father, who was raising his eyebrows.
"Oh my! My own son! How could me dear Johnny commit mutiny against 'is own father? How cruel!" He does a dramatic pose, raising the back of his hand to his forehead as if he were about to faint. John smirks.
"So sorry, pops, but I gotta obtain me own ship somehow." He smiles. He then turns to Thomas. "En garde!" he shouts as he attacks.
Thomas swiftly blocks the attack with his own wooden sword. He had a real sword, but he wouldn't use it against John, no. He didn't want to hurt the lovable child. Everyone on the ship loved John. Not only was he a lovable little kid, he was nice, friendly, and generous. Thomas and John sword-fought for a while before Thomas let John win, pretending to get stabbed in the chest, catching John's sword in between his arm and his torso.
"Ohh… Errggg…" Thomas falls to his knees and jerks as John smirks and tugs his wooden sword out of his chest.
"Any last words, Redden?" He grins. Thomas tilts his head back with a small smile.
"Congratulations, captain Williams" He says, faking a weak and dying voice. He was honestly holding back laughter. John then pokes his stomach with his wooden sword and Thomas falls backwards. For added drama, John rests his foot on Thomas' stomach.
"I have defeated the evil beast, pop! Aren't ye proud o' me?" He says, looking to his father. He tilts his head at his father's expression. He frowns a bit and sees him looking into the distance of the ship's course. "Pop?" He follows his father's gaze. There was a ship in the distance, bearing the flag of a royal navy sign. He frowns slightly, having never actually been on the ship when it last ran into the navy guard. He remembers seeing them in the ports they went to, but he hadn't seen them in a while.
Captain Kristopher didn't hesitate. "All of ye, prepare fer company! There's a high chance we're gonna run inta them navy guard! In the case o' that, I want all ya dogs ready!" He shouts to his crew. He then looks at Thomas. "I am trusting you ta keep me little boy safe. No matter wot. Got it?" He tells him with a strict face.
"Aye, captain." He said as he stood up. He looks at John. John seemed confused and scared. John looks at the ship and frowns slightly. "Cmon, Johnny, we need ta go into the dinin' hall. We're just gonna stay in there for a little while, aye?" He smiles calmly. John nods slightly, still a bit scared at what may happen.
About fifteen minutes later, John was learning more about sword-fighting. He tried his best at every fight he engages in. But during the middle of their duel, shouting and gun fire is heard from the deck. John's eyes widen and he scurries to the door, but Thomas stops him, looking serious.
"We hafta stay in here." He says firmly. John looks up at him with puppy dog eyes.
"But I wanna see the fight! I don't want to be forgotten! I want ta help!" He balls up his hands into loose fists and holds them to his chest. However cute little John may be, Thomas still refused. John narrows his eyes and scrambles in between Thomas' legs to the door, pausing and looking through the crack. Thomas joins him as the battle plays out. One of our men. Four of theirs. Injury by injury inflicted as most shot at each other while other pirates would loot what they could, sneaking onto the navy men's ship. John looked at all the men, wearing wigs and pointing out to Thomas that they look like they're wearing sheep on their heads. They both chuckle a bit. A gunshot fires and John looks at the target. He smiles slightly as he sees one of the navy men fall off the edge of the ship. He sees that there aren't enough navy men left, and they turn 'round and retreat.
As the navy ship leaves, the rest of the pirates on their ship returning with loot, about three shots are heard. John looks at the smoke from the muskets that shot the fires, coming from the navy ship, and he hears a thud as someone falls to the deck floor. Shouts from the crew are heard.
John's eyes widen.
"Captain!"