This isn't a complicated story about how a girl with a complicated past meets Jack Sparrow and he takes her on an adventure and they do all this crazy stuff and what not. If that was what you expected, click the back button at the top left side of your computer screen because this is the complete opposite. This is a simple, boy meets girl. I think we all need this kind of story. A simple story. Because, the more simple things are, the more appreciated they are. So you are going to read about a girl, Lillian Brandon, and a boy, Jack Sparrow, who meet, and do what you would expect, fall in love. Simple.

Seventeen year old Jack Sparrow sauntered into Mrs. Carcy's Bakery and immediately spotted a plate of biscuits on a table not too far from the fireplace. Just as he reached, he heard a feminine voice come from behind him.

"Don't touch those. There for the Governor." He had been in here all the time and knew Mrs. Cracy very well; she was almost like his Grandmother. He knew her so well that he was for sure that was not her voice. He spun around to see a pretty young girl not much younger than him. She had soft brown hair that fell just under her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and sparkling with a permanent delight. She looked so soft and gentle.

"Who are you?" Jack was still a little dazed by her presence.

"Lillian Brandon. I'm Mrs. Carcy's niece." Lillian looked at Jack and took him in. He had dark, almost black, brown hair that was pulled back neatly, probably by his mother. His eyes were brown, a bit darker than hers though, and had mischief in them. He was fairly handsome but by the swagger in his step, she could tell he was far from bashful.

"Well Ms. Brandon, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jack, Jack Sparrow." Lillian nodded and looked back down at the book she was reading. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. He was getting quite popular now so the story itself cost a bit of money but it was worth it.

"What are you reading?" Jack asked curiously and walked over to Lillian. He looked over her shoulder and read a bit.

"Oh, that Shakespeare nonsense." He looked away and started to roam around.

"It's not nonsense, it's art." Jack scoffed but didn't look back at her.

"Sure it is." Lillian rolled her eyes at the naïve young man. What he know about real art, real literature.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand anything about this. You probably haven't read a book in a good year's time if at all." He whirled around at that comment. He didn't understand why everyone thought he was a dunce. He was very intelligent, or at least that's what his mom and one of his school teachers had said when he wasn't in trouble.

"Excuse me but the last time I checked, we just met. You can't possibly think you know everything about me. Actually, a spoiled brat like yourself would probably think that." Lillian's mouth dropped at his remark.

"I am not a brat." Jack folded his arms and whistled like he was silently assuring that she was. "I'm not!" Lillian got up and stepped right up to Jack until she was in his face.

"I am not a spoiled brat you aggravating, illiterate, twit." Jack stepped closer to her and barked right back at her.

"I think you are you know- it –all little horror child." They were only inches away from each other's faces while they stared piercing daggers into each other. Then, without warning Lillian…

Cliffhanger! I'm practicing on writing cliff hangers so...

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